Benalu In My House
LIMA

It feels like all this is like a nightmare that came in a time of pain that yesterday has not healed. It feels hard to accept the fact that the husband who should be a protector, even becomes a judge.

His words were so heartbreaking, and his gaze was so suffocating the niches of the heart. It feels like every joint is almost loose, given how the beginning of the destruction that comes.

I packed my clothes while stunned, holding tightness in my chest that made oxygen harder for me to reach.

Kukancing the suitcase with trembling hands, then dropping down on the floor. With my bed side back, I let out all the cries that were still sitting in there. My cry broke even more as consciousness began to approach. Kuelus stomach gently while whispering the word 'sorry' repeatedly. It is stupid that I dropped down earlier, which means also hurt the baby who developed there. The magnitude of the heartache to Mas Dani made me forget myself.

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With slow steps, I walked out of the room with a large suitcase in my right hand. Of course you'll say I'm so stupid. Sure do. Because this self also does not deny that reality.

This is my house, my own sweat. They should be the ones coming out of this house, not me. However, I'm not ready to lose Mas Dani. There is still love in this heart for him. If he comes out of this house, then the chances for Desi will be even greater.

"Dec... "

There was a sound of Dani's voice as I almost grabbed the doorknob. I stopped, silently looking without looking.

"Sorry ... Excuse me. "

His words sounded sincere and there was earnestness in them. Women, oh women. Why are women destined to be weak in the face of something? Mas Dani hugged me from behind, with an unrelenting apology. The defense I made since then, finally collapsed. I turned around and cupped her face with both palms.

"You're getting harder and harder to recognize, Mom. The love that you once gave in a heart that had crumbled, is now fading. "

Dani grabbed my right hand, then kissed it. There was a heart torn to shreds in there when this attention I had not received for some time.

"Leave the woman, Mas. It doesn't matter to me if I have to live hard. "

Then the eyes began to stare into my eyes, as if reading every seriousness that danced in there.

"But we signed a contract. "

A glimmer of hope that was present within, now fell and dashed. I forgot about the contract we signed before. Contract that if violated, eating will be fined 1 Billion Rupiah.

"Mas... "

These eyes looked at her standing with both eyeballs also staring intensely at me. In a fit of hurt, the question that always bothered my mind I had to make sure before I left.

"Is that love already present in your heart, for her? "

He seemed to be a bit surprised by my question. He turned the corner so I couldn't read his mind. It is heartbroken to know that love for Desi is already residing in his heart.

"Even when she destroys our household, destroys me, even tramples on your wife's pride, you still have time to put your heart on her? "

This time it wasn't the soft, powerless voice I let out. Rather it was full of pressure with a tone that rose by several octaves. I threw the hand that was trying to calm me down. Emotionally, everything I put out in front of his face.

"Now you're also in the process of killing me, Mas. Kill this heart and this self. How cruel your game. "

Deheman's voice averted my eyes. There, near the sofa, Desi stood in a relaxed style without feeling guilty. Both hands are in front of the chest.

"This is what is meant by the wife submitting to the husband? "

With a sly smile and a cynical look he looked at me. I wanted to get her hair, and I stepped on her mouth.

His face was flushed which might have been holding back anger.

"IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, THE DESTROYER OF PEOPLE'S HOUSEHOLDS, IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN FOR US LIKE THIS. "

He began to step forward, approaching me. With a feeling of anxiety, I looked into her challenging eyes.

"What did you say? "

His hand raised wanted to slap me, I closed my eyes while waiting for that disgusting hand to touch this cheek.

1 Second, 2 seconds, but no sense of what I was feeling. I opened my eyes slowly, wanting to see what was going on with this demon.

It turned out that Mas Dani's hand was blocking him.

"Stop ... "

Mas Dani's voice echoed throughout the room. I looked into his eyes deeply, this time not with hurt or hurt feelings, but with a burning fury.

"Not to speak, Mom. Enough up here the pain for today you give. "

Kuraih suitcase that had been released due to his treatment earlier.

"Sarah, don't go. "

Dani stared at me begging me. Looks like he's given up. Whether he starts to realize his mistake or not, I don't know.

"If you want to go, then please. There is not much drama to go. "

"Desi! "

I didn't mind Mas Dani's voice reprimanding my madam.

"I'm not gone forever. Don't be happy, because I just want to stay here for a while. "

Kuseret suitcase while ignoring his voice that keeps calling. At the front was already parked a white Fortuner car, with a young woman at the wheel. His smile was hypnotic, making the pain slowly disappear like there was a glimmer of hope that made me float.

He got down and put the suitcase in the trunk.

"Ready, grandma drop by? "

I was silent to hear his words.

"Let's look at the picture of yourself on the glass in front. It was even worse than just Grandma Lampir. "

He chuckles. It's annoying, but it's true what he said. It's a mess of my appearance today. With a disheveled face and a pitiful look. Added again with a full face that wants to be compassionate.

He patted me on the shoulder while taking out a bomb that restored my consciousness.

"Women are not created weak. It is the men who see that. No one is as strong as a woman's heart. "

Seriate...