Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 29 The Torture

"It hurts my heart still can't stop loving you, Azki." Revan threw himself on his single bed.

His love is too deep for Azkira. No one was able to take his feelings away from his affection for the owner of the beautiful brown net. Although the sea of pain and the waves of wounds hit him even once, Revan will still stand firm as hard as a rock to defend his love for Azkira. Even without him realizing, that loving Azkira for now, is the same as celebrating the wounds every day. Expecting love from others is like a ridge that misses the moon. Impossible to achieve.

Thinking about Azkira, like looking into the open ocean as if there was no end to it. Azkira is almost in every beautiful story stored in the memory of Revan. Do you know what it's like to love alone? It's like scraping a knife into a vein. Pain is immeasurable.

"Revan, you haven't slept, son?" A middle-aged woman reprimanded Revan. She is Nurhayati, mother of Revan.

"Revan isn't sleepy yet, ma'am," he replied.

"Have you had dinner? There is butter fried chicken and broccoli your favorite beef," said Nurhayati.

"Later on, Mom. Revan's not hungry." The man then hugged the mother.

"What's up, kid? Are you still thinking about Azkira?" terka Nurhayati seems to know the heart of her Son.

"Why does it hurt so much, Mom? Revan can't forget about it for a second, "to fight Revan while fighting without a sound. Only tears continue to flow without sobs or sedu.

"Patience, Son. We are just ordinary people who have no power over His destiny. Learn to love her. Try to be willing at what His will is. I pray that one day there will be a lucky woman who will be your companion in distress and pleasure." Nurhayati gently stroked Revan's head. In his eyes, no matter how mature Revan was, he was still a child to him.

"Not crying. Mother's son should not be crybaby," Nurhayati said, concluding that she was full of warmth typical of a mother.

"What if Revan can't forget him for the rest of Revan's life, ma'am?"

"Then accept that fate, son. Don't fight it later it feels heavy. After all, you don't have to forget it. All you need is to learn to be happy even without her."

Revan tightened his embrace. He whined like a child asking to buy a toy. "But Revan wants to be happy with him, Mom."

"Ahh, you're all there. It's up to you, son. Love 'kok forced," hissed Nurhayati while passing leave Revan.

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"Does it still hurt?" Fathan brought his gaze to the bruised marks on the corner of Azkira's lips that were beginning to fade.

"What hurts is not the scar, but the feeling you present when you do, Bang. I feel like I'm meaningless as a human being."

"But I was unintentional. It just happened when I heard you keep talking" Fathan said.

"That's how you really are. Injuring, then taking refuge behind the word unintentionally. Creating pain, then hiding behind your selfishness that always feels right. Make a mistake and make up for it with an apology, then repeat it again. That's who you are, Bang. I repeat once more. That's who you are!"

"I'm not even interested in just hearing the words that come out with your sweet promises, Bang. If at any time, it turns out that we are not a match .. I tell you, be a good listener to your wife, Bang. Listen to his complaints, his stories, his words and wishes for a moment, before you get busy with your world again."

"Azki, why are you talking like that? Did you forget that we are husband and wife now? How can you say about us who are not matchmakers? Isn't that impossible?"

"Yes! You're right, Bang. We are married and become husband and wife. That's not irrefutable. But you need to understand, Bang. Not every relationship is forever eternal. Moreover, we are married for an arranged marriage. Above the love that never was. To be exact, from the beginning you were not expecting my presence. Sorry-sorry, Bang. Perhaps, to you I am just an ordinary woman who is not comparable to you. I was born from a humble family background with all my flaws. But believe me, I am everything to someone who loves me. And I don't think that's you."

Azkira's lips trembled as he said all that. Spill out what he's been damning in his heart all this time. Everything he felt was now gushing in his conversation that night with Fathan. Spread has a sense that has been clumping and making tightness in the soul.

"Azki .. Maybe my attitude towards you all along has been very bad. But I swear I never compare or feel like I'm not worth it. I never had a problem with all that" said Fathan with a sad face.

"Is that so, Bang? So, what makes you treat me unfairly? Do you see me as an inanimate object or an unenviable piece of trash"

"Azkira, enough! Please don't make things worse. You don't understand what I mean" Fathan concluded.

"Huh! You're right, Bang. You are always right and unlucky, I have to accept misfortune where I am the one who is always in the wrong position!" Azkira spoke with high intonation and an angry face.

Then, the woman closed her eyes while trying to catch her breath that began to ring in annoyance. In the next second, Azkira was no longer able to resist crying. The shadow of Fathan that had hurt him physically and verbally, made him wail bitterly, roar grievously, like slashed.

"I'm sorry, Azki. I'm sorry" Fathan said repeatedly.

Fathan wept with his great guilt at Azkira. His world felt like it was on the verge of the wrath of Azkira, which at times could destroy it. Then, he moved, moving closer to Azkira.

"Please don't do this, Azki. Hit me if you need to, but please don't torture me with this guilt." Fathan hugged Azkira who was still crying until sobbing.

"Please let me go, Bang. I don't want to live in the shadow of pain. I feel like my life is useless because of your treatment that has always insulted me."

"No, Azki. You mean to me. I was wrong. Please don't ask to leave my life." Fathan's cry was no less broken than Azkira.

While continuing to hold Azkira, Fathan did not stop apologizing and sprinkled a kiss and kiss on the top of the head as well as the entire surface of Azkira's face. That night, their room was filled with boisterous cries that felt like the roar of a storm. Fathan was indeed made a mist by Azkira's complaint.

Azkira turned his face, then looked fragilely at Fathan who was still faithful to hold him. "I'm tired, Bang. I want to sleep" he said slowly.

"Sleep, Azki. Sleep, Wife. Sleep in my arms. Let me curl up all your pain tonight."

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