Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 25 Between Two Dilemmas

Azkira took a few steps back to take some distance. Realizing that, Fathan grew sobbing. He looked at Azkira desperately. And the cry grew as Azkira went inside, leaving Fathan alone.

In the next second, Azkira returned again with the washing liquid and medicine in her hands. Fathan's cry began to subside, after he knew that Azkira was back. The man looked so messed up and so pathetic at the time.

"What happened to your hand?" tanya Azkira flat. He did not look at Fathan's face, but he immediately grabbed Fathan's hand. Azkira took him to sit down and began to open the bandage to clean the wound, before changing the bandage case back.

Fathan grimaced in pain and tried to hold his breath to ease his pain. "Augh! Slow down, Azki," she screeched slowly.

"Hold on a little bit, your wounds must be cleaned" Azkira said as he did not stop releasing all the bandages wrapped around Fathan's hand.

"What are you doing with your hands, Bang?" repeated Azkira who had not received an answer to his question since.

"none. It's just a small wound." Fathan answered that.

"But it hurts, doesn't it?" continue Azkira again.

"Lumayan," said Fathan, hissing in agony, as the washing liquid began to hit his hand.

Azkira smiled bitterly at Fathan's reply. "As long as you know, the wound you gave me is more painful than that, Bang," said Azkira.

Both of them were busy with it. The cloud that was originally still hanging, thick, and blackened on the surface of the sky began to decompose to the earth, through rainwater that fell heavily. As hard as Fathan's guilt and remorse, or perhaps as hard as Azkira's anxiety.

For a moment their eyes stared at each other. Then, the guilt further gnawed at Fathan when he saw a bruise on the corner of Azkira's lips, which was caused by the softness of his hand last night. Without daring to speak, Fathan could only absorb that regret in his heart.

"Azki ..," he said as he touched the corner of Azkira's lips that had bruises. However, Azkira avoided his touch by turning his face away from Fathan.

"I-i"

"I'm sorry for everything I did to you, Azki." Fathan precedes the new Azkira to speak.

"I'll make some warm tea first" Azkira said as if she didn't want to hear Fathan's apology to her. Then, he passed to the kitchen rented by Dila, which measures 3x6.

"Did he really not want to talk to me?" muttered Fathan while Azkira was making tea.

"Why do I feel so far away from him when he's so close? Am I too afraid she'll really get away from me?" Fathan was still thinking about possibilities he didn't expect.

"Drink the tea, Bang." Suddenly Azkira appeared again and broke Fathan's daydream.

"Thank you" said Fathan, taking his cup of tea. However, Fathan's injured and aching hand made him almost drop the teacup he was holding.

Seeing that, Azkira spontaneously took the cup from Fathan's hand, then the gazes of the two met again. A moment later, Azkira regained his senses and he lowered his head while blinking irregularly. Azkira also put the tea cup.

Azkira walked towards the glass window and stood there. He stared outwards while watching the rain falling down heavily. And unexpectedly, Fathan was already standing right behind him. Looking in the same direction.

"Azki, will you give me a second chance after I make a mistake that may be more than the very heavy rainfall?" fathan.

"Let's see, even I started to feel unsure of myself," Azkira replied.

Things become quiet. Only the whirring of the wind that came from the roar of his second breath, also the sound of heavy rain that still faithfully flushed the surface of nature.

"This marriage makes me wonder. Do I deserve and feel happiness? Why is it that every day in this story there is only an incision of hurt and pain that is incised by the cruelty of behavior and sharpness of hurtful words? All the promises ever uttered are just a false pledge." Azkira continued with a very soft and deep tone of speech.

"The answer to all of that will only be there when you allow yourself to know, Azki."

"you mean? Do you think I haven't realized that I'm in that misfortune, Bang?"

"That's not what I mean, Azki. If you give me a chance to correct my mistake, there may be an answer that fits your expectations."

"Maybe? Yep! And I don't think that possibility is certain. What if it turns out that it just adds to the list of wounds for myself and my life?" Now Azkira looked at Fathan with sharp eyes.

Fathan became nervous and misbehaved. But he didn't want to give up yet. The man tried to see another opportunity he felt he could get.

"I know it won't be easy, Azki. But, doesn't everything need to be learned and tried? Let me try to understand you again."

Not yet Azkira replied to Fathan's sentence, The man had already closed Azkira's body to him, kissed his forehead, cheeks, then Azkira's lips very gently. The more Azkira tried to escape, the more tightly Fathan clutched his body. Mastering himself as usual.

"I want us to try it one more time, Azki. Really, I'm begging you so much. Do not refuse and make my heart also feel broken," whispered Fathan while giving soft bites on Azkira's earlobe.

Azkira's eyes seemed to shut occasionally, then opened again and continued so. It seemed like something else was controlling Azkira more than his disappointment with Fathan. Yep! The soft spice and sweet appeal of Fathan turned out to be able to fly his tribe up high in the air, and far into the clouds.

Their breaths hunt each other in pursuit with the passion of love that begins to burn. The lips of the hot craving addict is now starting to explore the entire body of a tiered woman with skin that feels smooth and slippery. All that makes Azkira increasingly confined in two dilemmas. He was between pleasures, and the sense that imprisoned him in pain was also a wound that was still fresh in memory.

Soon, the treasure of Fathan's pride was unexpectedly anchored in Azkira's heavenly valley. And a melodious rhythmic beat with sighs and spoiled languhann was inevitable again. Everything just happens. The cold air that the rain brings to them means nothing. The coolness has turned into a scorching drought, making both bathed in shiny sweat and adding to the sensual effect.

"How could I be willing to let you go, Azki. While this part is the thing that always makes me long to do it again and again," raced Fathan while continuing to rhythm his attacks on Azkira's.

Azkira can only moan spoiled while biting his lower lip. The husband who has disappointed her a lot is now just free to dive into her honey lake. Sipped and sipped all the flavors created from that fierce battle.

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