Come back to me
Argian heard things fall.

⁇ ️Please be wise, there are a few scenes of violence. ⁇ ️

Afternoon by night.

There was the sound of a car, a sign that Syakir had gone home.

Namira immediately took off her face and Buru hurriedly opened the door for Syakir, Namira moved quickly before Syakir yelled at him.

Opening the door of the house, Namira saw Syakir coming down from his car, but it seems that this time Syakir is not alone.

Yes, it is true that Syakir brought a woman with a beautiful and sexy face, when compared to him it is clear that women have more everything, especially Syakir.

From the way Syakir treats her, Namira may conclude that they have a special relationship.

The woman went into the house while holding Syakir's hand and struggled spoiled like a married couple.

Namira who saw their affection both his heart then hurt and hurt, but what can be done all this time Syakir never considered Namira as his wife.

The time he said that day was only a cover to start his revenge.

Namira took her breath Deeply holding back her lumps of tears from dripping, which unharmed woman saw her husband bringing another woman into his house.

Namira was still standing in the doorway watching their intimacy.

"Hey you.!!" Syakir refers to Namira.

Namira immediately approached Syakir.

"Bring your eyes, don't let my eyes see your bad eyes, I don't hate!!" Syakir said.

"Prepare warm water for her bath, quick." Jerk Syakir.

The words do seem simple but if the one who says it a husband to his wife, The words are more painful than the incision of the dagger.

"It's disgust that I'm in your eyes Syakir.??"

inner Namira crying .

"Woy.." Syakir kicked his leg. "Loe Denger is not.." Sick of Syakir, pissed.

"I am it." Reply Namira nervously, fearfully.

"Honey, don't be Angry" the woman rubbed Syakir's chest. "Later on, smile." The woman pulled Syakir's lips forcing him to smile.

Syakir willingly followed the love interest of his heart.

"Now you know why I don't feel at home.??"

Seen Syakir tidied the woman straight hair. "Just try to stay at my house, I won't keep doing this every day."

"Honey. I, too, have my own house, after all kasian mamah if I stay too long." The woman reciprocated her treatment by tidying up the tie and collar of the shirt that Syakir was wearing.

Namira paused for a moment, noticing the gentle demeanor Syakir showed the woman.

"Mbok, Bok." Pangil Syakir's.

"Yes, Den."Mbok Nami runs to meet Syakir.

"Bok, you'll bring good food to my room." Pinta Syakir with a soft language tour.

"Ready, Den." Mbok Nami.

"Sayakir. You even said softly to your maid, but why are you always so rude to me.??" Inner Namira.

Namira wipes away his tears, wounded.

Then Namira again set foot into Syakir's room to prepare warm water for him.

Namira was struggling in the bathroom preparing the warm water that Syakir asked for. During that time his heart was relentless inquiring.

"Why did Syakir marry me,? if to make me a maid in this house. The house that should provide me with protection, comfort and tranquility, not a prison guarded by cruel guards." Inner Namira is wounded.

Sometimes Namira wiped away her tears that she could never bear.

After he was done with his business, Namira came out. Namira found Syakir with his girlfriend sitting together on the bed.

Namira momentarily stared at the intimacy of the two of them, Namira was only able to turn her eyes and sigh, poignant. When she saw her husband mocking another woman in front of her.

Both of his eyeballs bear witness to the forbidden scene that they both were doing.

Syakir is me lum****** his lover's lips, regardless of how Namira feels standing behind him.

"Hey. Who told you to cry there..??" Shouted Syakir in a dislike tone.

Namira hurried away after wiping away her tears.

Before reaching the door Namira paused for a moment. "I've prepared the water." Her speech. Then Namira again continued his steps out leaving the two of them.

Namira runs while crying, the second one is Mbok Nami.

"Maq." Namira embraced and spilled all of his heart. A heart that is so sick and hurt.

"Non, the patient non." Nami hugged and stroked Namira who was hugging her tightly.

"Mbc. Why is Syakir this butter to me.?"

"Mbok, Mbok, Mbok Nami, ??" Call Syakir.

Since his call was not answered by Mbok Nami, Syakir decided to go to Nami in the kitchen.

A boring sight for Syakir, where every day every hour of minutes and seconds must see Namira crying.

"Why else would he.?" Ask Syakir, don't like it.

"Den, shouldn't the woman be taken to this house.??"

Nami said, hugging Namira.

Syakir stared hard and did not like Nami's words. "Why, ?? why did Mbok say that .?? Is it because of her.??" Syakir pointed at Namira.

"Den, it's only natural that Mbok said so because it's already Non Namira, Den Syakir's wife."

Syakir is upset. "My wife Mbok said,?? Cheek." Syakir threw out a half insulting spit. "Mbok listen yes, if once again Mbok said this woman is Syakir's wife, Syakir did not hesitate to fire Mbok Nami." Jerk Syakir.

Namira releases her embrace from Nami and turns to face Syakir.

Namira looked at Syakir full of disappointment. "Then why don't you let me get out of here, why don't you let me go.??" Namira Shouts.

Syakir smiled with satisfaction. "Because I want to see you miserable longer,!!" Syakir moved his gums to hold back emotions. "You should feel how my sister suffered after the accident.!"

Back flash.

Three years ago.

*A black sedan car has a brake blong resulting in a single accident.

The black luxury car entered the gorge with a depth of approximately one hundred meters.

Two people were pronounced dead on the spot and one person was declared safe.

The two people are, Zaki, the Driver (Ayah Syakir) and a woman named Hilda who was sitting in the front seat (Mother Syakir).

The survivor is a woman named Arra (Syakir's sister).

Arra is said to be safe. But he had to lose both his legs.

It was not until Arra was declared depressed and finally chose to end his life, suicide*.

"Hahaha," Syakir laughed wickedly. "And you know who caused the accident.?? he, your father, !!" Shouted Syakir full of revenge.

"Have you made sure my father did it.??" Shouted Namira did not accept.

Plaakkp.

Syakir slapped Namira. "Start brave of you, huh??" Syakir squeezes Namira's cheeks full of emotion, then Syakir pulls and slams Namira to make him suffer some bruises.

Syakir grabbed a flower vase on the table and was about to throw it at Namira.

"Den stop.!!" Shouted Mbok Nami.

Syakir finally threw the vase in every direction.

Pranggg.. !!

The vase of flowers was broken.

"You." Syakir pointed at Namira. "Take care of your words."

After that Syakir went to his room.

Mbok Nami is back to Namira. "Patience is patient." Only that sentence could Nami say to strengthen Namira.

"I can't afford Mbok, Mira is not strong hyks hyks." Namira cries as she pleases Mbok Nami.

...

Argians..

He suddenly woke up from his sleep and rushed to meet Familla who was arranging dinner dishes on the table.

"Mah." Mah." Shouted Argian with hasty steps.

Familla glimpsed her son's worried face. "What's up, son.??" Familla asked as she arranged the dishes on the dining table.

"So Argian heard a sound like an object was thrown very hard," Argian stood up while holding the seat back. "Did mamah drop something.??"

"There's nothing here baby, mommy doesn't drop anything, anyways mommy doesn't hear the loud noise you mean.!" Familla looked in wonder at Argian.

"What's up, mah.??" Ask Hartanto. Leaving the last ladder.

"Did you hear the sound of something being thrown.??"

Hartanto. "Throwing things, ?? I didn't hear anything.!!" Hartanto.

Argian rubbed his face rough. "What else is this.??"

"Have, don't think too much better we immediately enjoy this food, while it's warm."

Argian sat down and started to enjoy his meal, but his heart remained unsettled, and Argian wanted to see him and make sure that Namira was doing well.