Dream Crack
RM30. Pillow talk in the gut
"I haven't played another woman since we talked, Canda. You believe me the same." His voice was so low with vibrations that channeled his feeling of weakness.
Givan clutched his wife from behind, his hands curled up on her stomach. Then he rubbed his wife's stomach, which had the fruit of their love.
Canda closed his eyes, hoping that his cry was inhibited. However, her husband's sobbing made her defense weak. He rubbed the wet end of his eyes, then he blinked tightly to neutralize the pungent taste in his eyes.
"Don't stay with me, Canda. Don't stay with our kids." Givan pleaded with his whiny water that soaked his wife's back.
He had imagined how devastated their children would be, without a role model who understood religion like Canda. He had imagined the tears of his children were earthy, because of the loss of the figure of the mother the heart of the house. He could not imagine how he was, when his goal to go home was no longer with him.
He once said that he did not love to die to Canda, but he could die if something bad happened to Canda. In fact, with Canda turned into quiet, it has made his world turn upside down.
Givan feels uncomfortable, if his wife always speaks without pause. However, he instead longed for his frustration at his wife when she turned quiet like this.
He wanted Candanya, he wanted his wife who always made him dragged walking, upset every talk, laughed every annoyance was gone and the color was always changing in every hour of their togetherness. Givan wants Canda not to turn quiet like this. He wants, Canda remains the Candanya that was.
"I'm sorry, Canda. Stay my wife, keep bothering me." In an instant, Givan reached as much as a small child who was snapped by his parents.
Regardless of his prestige, this time he looked so weak in Canda's eyes. But how did Canda get to him?
"It's quiet." That flat voice, as if heartless.
Canda tries to be cruel, because he fears he is back to being played if Givan gets what he wants from Canda. Sorry without proper explanation of error. Canda did not believe her husband completely. Besides, Givan didn't explain anything to Canda. Givan only asks Canda to stay, with the problem that Canda does not know the point of his biggest problem.
"Kanda, I don't like you right now. Hit me, Canda. Cry for me, piss me off. Don't shut up like this, I don't like it." Givan tries to flip Canda's body.
Unfortunately, he could only contain his wife's body, with the body he held so as not to aggravate his wife's stomach. That bright yellow face turned a crimson red, with eyes that looked so red and watery. Givan was at his worst.
Canda only glanced at her husband. "For what?" Impressed trifling. Canda tried to unite his heart, against this man whose feelings he did not know.
One thing she believed in a long time ago was, Ai Diah was the most beautiful ex for her husband. His heart was further provoked by his own logic. She believed it, because Ai so carved a history of romance in the heart of her husband. This is all that Canda believes and knows.
"Oh my God, Canda...." Givan's voice went down.
"Kanda, this is your husband." Givan put his head around his wife's neck. He hugged the body of Canda, who was looking blankly at the ceiling of their room.
"I know, my paradise." The statement made Givan even more sliced with his own grudge.
A Canda thought of it as heaven, but even he took out his weapon which he almost pointed at the womb of a woman who was not his muhrim. Givan felt very guilty, because he could not keep his faith as a husband.
"Kanda, I'm sorry." Givan's cry was bothering Canda's left ear.
Canda kept her husband's head away from the recesses of her left neck. "Mas justifies, that Mas feels guilty." Canda chose to turn her husband back, while she held tightness in her mind while hugging a bolster pillow.
"Kanda, you listen to my story first." Givan grabbed his wife's body.
He returned to work, so that his wife straightened her back on the bed. Or luck, make his wife turn to face him.
"I listened to you from earlier." Luck turns out to bring Canda to face her husband.
A second of that well-respected attitude, made Givan's smile engraved on his handsome face. He stroked his wife's face, then kissed her forehead lovingly.
"I'm khilaf, Canda. But...."
Hearing the word khilaf, the faint crumbs in his heart clashed with Canda's emotions. Canda regained his breath, closing his eyes to block the water flow in his exit.
"But you don't worry, Ai didn't hum my son. That night, I paid him for the man in the karaoke place. I've taken my gist, but the Power Saves me. HP I got a call coming in from you, our household saved. I'd rather you without any consideration, than continue to enjoy the purchase of that body."
Canda opened her eyes, she heard carefully the story from her husband.
"For what?" Just a quick question from his mouth. Thousands of questions have swirled his head.
"meaning?" Givan's eyebrows are raised next door.
"What to buy? Don't have a wife?" A big stop for Canda, because it was as if she was unable to meet the interests of her husband.
One hand, Givan put it on Canda's cheek. He gives peace, by rubbing the cheeks that are so slippery because they are treated at a cost that is not cheap.
"I have a grudge, I want to destroy him. But I don't want to use my own hands. Maybe I'm not counting, until Ai suddenly nyamperin I'm here. Because of that time, Ai had lost consciousness because of the influence of alcohol is quite high. All Ai knows is that I took her to her room. But, by God, I didn't do it. After you called, I quickly left the room. Do you remember when you had diarrhea at night? You remember, on the phone, I said I was running to the emergency stairs again?"
The noise as Givan ran made Canda connect that her husband was on the phone with her, as her husband's core raced in camouflage running down the emergency stairs. Little by little the strongest, in fact makes Canda increasingly lose her trust in her husband.
Canda doesn't believe the truth her husband tells her.
"Kid you? You heard me, right? Why just shut up?" Givan poked his wife's nose.
Canda shook her head, then focused her neutrals on her husband's eyeballs. "I'm horrified." That's the only response.
Givan chose to continue the story. "Ai's a songwriter, she's LC at the karaoke place at our hotel staying time in Jepara. With that profession, are you sure that he doesn't hum my son? You believe me, don't you, with the story I just told you?" Givan fused his forehead, so their noses rubbed. The fresh breath of the two was clear.
Canda was silent, he was reluctant to believe it. Because of the advice of her late ex-husband, it makes Canda's brain understand that her husband is looking for the truth to make a wrong side of Ai. Her husband was defending himself, reluctant to be the subject of his biggest mistake.
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