Blind Husband's
The blind 73
After the problem in mining was completely solved, Zyandru chose to go home immediately. For Zyandru, just by looking at Alula's smile was able to relieve all his fatigue.
Once at home, Zyandru heard Alula talking about divorce, the man's heart seemed to stop right then and there.
"Deliver!"
Zyandru who kept trying to drive Alula away, not caring about the screams and blows of his wife, Zyandru raised Alula's body up the stairs to their room.
Without saying anything, Zyandru sat Alula on the edge of the bed, then opened Alula's suitcase and put her clothes back into the large closet in the dressing room.
Seeing that, Alula did not stay still, she walked over and put her clothes back in, it made Zyandru look so angry.
Zyandru held Alula's hands together and stabbed her only with a sharp look.
"Why do you like talking about Alula? You said yourself that if there is a problem we solve it well. Butwhat? Without any problem you want to leave this house, even intend to claim my divorce."
Alula did not care what Zyandru said, the woman was busy taking care of her clothes. After successfully putting everything in, Alula tightly closed her suitcase.
Zyandru certainly did not let it, the man again held his wife's wrist strong enough, to cause a finger-shaped red mark on Alula's skin.
Roughly throwing Zyandru's hand, Alula could only look down fearlessly at her husband's eyes. Alula pulls the handle of the suitcase but again Zyandru holds it.
"ALLULA!"
A day tired of the mining business, instead of the usual sweet welcome that can reduce all the burden, Alula instead adds a dizzy in Zyandru's head to make the man unconsciously raise his voice.
The tears that Alula had been enduring desperately, were now flowing so fast. Panicked Zyandru, immediately hugging Alula tightly, the man also returned carrying his wife's body and took her to their bed.
"I'm sorry, Alula" said Zyandru, who sounded very sorry.
Alula's increasingly violent cries made her body tremble violently, it could be felt by Zyandru who still faithfully hugged her. There was no way Alula would cry this strong just from a clash.
"I hate you Zyandru"
The thing that Zyandru never wanted to hear finally came out of Alula's mouth. Slowly Zyandru let go of his embrace and looked into Alula's eyes with a face full of question marks.
"Darling, what exactly are you?" Zyandru again asked in such a low tone.
Alula did not answer but pulled out her phone and showed some messages sent by Princy.
Seeing Zyandru's shocked face, Alula became even more convinced to part with the man who had already taken advantage of and lied to her this deep.
"A—Alula, i... I can explain, this is not—"
"It's not like I think because our way of thinking is always different." Alula interrupted Zyandru who was speaking stammeringly.
"Why? If you still love Princy, you can ask for my help so you can get back together. Why should I marry Zyandru? You also know marriage isn't something to be played with."
Alula gave a crisp laugh hearing the answer that Zyandru let out.
"But that was before I realized I loved you Alula. Ever since you were, the name Princess has disappeared completely from my heart. Please believe me, I love you so much Alula Zayana."
Alula put her hand away as soon as Zyandru was about to get her back. The woman again fiddled with her phone and showed a photo of Zyandru and Princy hugging each other in their old house.
"The woman you're hugging is Princess right? You know when I saw this? The day I revealed the truth about your eyes, that day you slapped me in the face. But—"
Alula stopped talking when she felt her breath go down.
"But you did this, and that too in our house Zyandru."
Alula squeezed her own thigh behind the dress she used, Zyandru who saw it then clasped his wife's hand. Zyandru lowered his head and leaned against Alula's palm.
Zyandru regretted not telling this matter from the beginning, foolishly he continued to deny his love for Alula, even though his feelings were so clear.
Taking a deep breath, Zyandru began to tell about those who had ties in the past. Then how Princy who came and expressed his feelings but he refused.
Zyandru continued to tell all the rottenness of Princy and Aziel, until the reason he left Alula in the middle of the road.
Alula widens her eyes upon hearing Zyandru say she sent Princy and Aziel to Colombia. But Alula does not believe because Aziel once said he would not be long in Indonesia.
With all the pain Zyandru gave her, Alula remained on her stand to part. Roughly wiping away her tears, Alula took back her suitcase.
"Alula, I don't want to separate, don't leave me Alula. I've explained everything, please believe me."
"You've reached your goal Zyandru, why am I still here? Please let me go, let me go."
Alula took a lowered position and cupped her hands together in front of her chest. Alula continued to beg to make Zyandru who saw to be unbearable, but still did not want to part. Zyandru clutched Alula's tiny body and did not let her go.
Alula's small fist was unable to make Zyandru's body in pain, even if Alula stabbed him with a knife so many times Zyandru made sure he still would not release Alula.
Pain, that was what they both felt at this moment, the cries of the two filled the entire room. I don't know how long they cry until their bodies are both limp.
No matter how tired he is, especially after returning home, he has not had the slightest rest. With the rest of his energy, Zyandru took Alula to their bed.
Not letting Alula away from him in the slightest, Zyandru hugged Alula tightly until there was no distance between the two of them. He rubbed Alula's back until she fell asleep.
Feeling Alula's regular breathing through her facial skin, Zyandru was again made to worry at this time. Should he maintain their marriage in the time when he always gives pain to Alula, or instead let Alula go and let Alula go looking for happiness others.
Their distance was so close, not even an inch, that Zyandru easily grabbed Alula's lips. Zyandru gave a kiss that was so long for his beloved wife.
"I hope this isn't Alula's last kiss"