Buried Love's
The Part 11
Hearing Bellinda's answer, made Arsen feel something that could not be taken for granted. “So, do you think being my wife was a mistake?” The sound that came out was so stressful and described an outpouring of emotions.
Bellinda still tried to calm down, nodding. “Yes, I shouldn't have forced myself into your life.”
Arsen clenched his right hand and hit the wall, right on the side next to his ex-wife's head. “No need to be a hypocrite! You loved me then, didn't you?” He was getting closer to his face until now there was only a distance of one inch to exchange views. “One year you tried to make me fall in love, but failed. Then, now say sorry?” There was a sniveling smile on his lips as if disdainful.
“Not sorry, but feel wrong determine the way of life,” refuted Bellinda, straightening Arsen's last words that are less precise. She never regretted ever being a wife. In the end, they have a son who is now very dear as well.
“Halah .. liar!” Arsen released the handcuffs. Take a step back to see Bellinda's face. Looking for a look that always begs for love in return.
But, unfortunately, Arsen won't be able to find it in the current version of Bellinda.
“I admit, I was expecting your love in return. But, on second thought, everything I did in the past was the impulsive decision of a girl who never understood the rigors of life.” Bellinda did not forget to review the smile to cover the nervous. “Now, I better understand that forcing yourself can never end happily. So, I buried all the love that ever existed.”
Bellinda gulped, clenched both hands. He tried to stem, as much as possible to hold the eyes that want to glaze. Didn't want to show that Arsen can still influence him. Although it is difficult because he is a figure of taste, but still succeeds as well.
Arsen raises one eyebrow, further back and rests his back on the wall, both hands folded in front of his chest. Impressed swagger. They are still in front of the entrance.
“Because I can't kill my own child. Even though he is present, not based on love.” As hard as Bellinda held back, still the eyes could not lie, she was a little teary. Trying to neutralize by regulating the breath.
Arsen caught the vibrations from the voice of his ex-wife. He began to lower the intonation of speech, not as hard as before. “Why not tell me if I'm pregnant?” He wanted to help clean up the water droplets that Bellinda was secretly wiping as she turned her face away. But, the figure in front of him had already thrown a smile back.
“I don't want to beg for your mercy, just because of the child. Pregnant, giving birth, and raising my son—” Bellinda's voice paused because it was cut by Arsen.
“We, I'm also his parents, don't forget.”
Bellinda just nodded. She can't forget that in Colvert there is her ex-husband's blood flowing. “All I do is a personal decision. I'm happy to be pregnant and raise Colvert alone. So you don't have to feel guilty. Won't demand your responsibility either, because I can do everything myself.”
Again there was an understatement smile on Arsen's lips. However, since Bellinda was used to seeing such a mimic, she was not heartbroken anymore.
“Someone whose college diploma was earned from paying, can do what? Want to support my son with income from where?”