Forced to Be an Actor
Punishment For Tasya

Sadam Pov's.

I saw the middle-aged woman slap Tasya a few times. I don't know why the shadow that Tasya did the same to Sifana when they were both in our kitchen, and I always cursed myself who pretended never to have seen it, I'm a really stupid guy. The internal memory of my brain began to spin slowly like a cassette tape played at a slow tempo. The pity, the sadness of seeing my first wife tormented by others began to melt into tiny particles like dust. Yes, perhaps this is called the law of Nature, Tasya was treated in the same way as he tortured poor Sifana-my wife.

“Hahahaha, hit again Boss. I heard she came in here for trying to kill her husband's second wife. And I also heard that the police said that her husband's second wife is a very nice woman.” Sayup-sayup I heard the conversation of the occupants of the washcloth.

“That's not true, the woman took my husband and I just want to keep my household, please don't do this to me.” I saw Tasya whining like a child. Tasya was still even blaming others, he really did not change at all.

"Don't ever think that I'll believe what you say! You should get an introductory greeting from all of us." I heard laughter filling the room and they all threw their fists into their palms as if they were ready to give the raw bogem to Tasya.

"Tasya, maybe Sifana is too good that He never touches you, but look at that. God sent others to treat you the same way you beat Sifa so viciously, "my inner self while not letting go of what happened in that cell.

I put my foot back on the cell, Tasya saw me and He cried even tighter while the middle-aged woman who had tortured him immediately released her hand in Tasya's hair. All the other prisoners were whispering to each other like they were talking about me.

“Mas Sadam, Mas please Me.” Tasya started crawling closer to the iron bars then she extended her hand to me. I saw the reddish liquid continuously dripping from the corner of his lips then I also saw that his long hair was disheveled once.

“Why, I have to help you.” I spoke in a sarcastic tone of voice.

“Mas Sadam, I'm still your wife, please pity me, Mas. I don't want to stay in this cell.” Tasya whined at me. Even now he began to realize his position in my heart so that He also made his call to me.

“My wife was hurt because of you, You still don't even realize your mistake.” I crouched down in front of him, but I deliberately kept my distance between us. I let his hand reach the wind, even the clear liquid that kept dripping from his two eyes seemed unable to melt my hardened heart like a rock.

“Mas Sadam, I did all that for both of us.”

“You deserve to be in this washroom, and I'll make sure you'll never breathe free air again.”

"Mas Sadam, I was your best friend from childhood, and I was also your wife. Why can't you be like this to me, I really can't live without you, Mom." The sound of Tasya's cry grew louder until it echoed throughout this prison hallway.

"What is this, Mr Sadam?" ask a cop.

"Don't let anyone guarantee that he's out of this room." I glanced at Tasya sharply if there was no law in this country I'd make sure if my own hands would finish him off.

"All right, Mr. Sadam." The police responded to my request and I nodded my head in gratitude.

I really can't stand lingering close to Tasya. The woman still did not realize her mistake. He still wants to save our home. Though from the beginning Tasya himself has destroyed our household, yes only he who made trouble.

By hardening this jaw I got out of the local police station, then I slammed the car door and immediately drove this vehicle to the hospital. after some time travel, this car arrived at the front yard of the hospital, I walked a long way to the room where my wife was, I really want to embrace her and thank her for being here on earth and being my companion, My very kind and loving wife I am so lucky to have her.

"Pa, is he conscious?" ask me after being near Papa Damar.

"Yes, he's come in, he's come in" Papa Damar told me.

"Yes, Papa's plan is like that."

***

I stepped into this room, my bead was directly fixed towards the bed. Sifana noticed my presence and as usual the woman greeted me with a smile. That smile always made me opiate.

"Darling, What I Want to Feel" I asked her after peeping her forehead.

"I'm fine, don't worry, it's just a small wound." This is how my wife She never wanted to make anyone else feel anxious about her condition.

"Sorry, I was staying for a while" I grabbed the back of her hand that had no drip hose and then I dipped my darling.

"What about Mrs Tasya."

"Why He can know if I went there, did Papa Damar say," my inner self.

"I'm just guessing, Mom. And if I see from your face this must be true" Sifana told me again.

I don't want him to misunderstand. I have to explain it to him the truth.

"I just want to make sure that he's in the law, for what he did to you, honey." I returned to the back of his hand.

"Mas, don't let Ms. Tasya in jail, she did all that because she still loves you." He was very kind, I thought that Sifa would have a grudge against Tasya's actions but the opposite was true.

"He never loved me, but he wanted to live a life of luxury and sufficiency. Tasya never wanted to live a simple life." I clasped his hand. "You should never feel guilty, for Tasya almost made you hurt, and I can no longer tolerate what He did."

"What if we get there, Liora finds out about this, Mas. I don't want to make Liora sad, pity her" Sifa said with teary eyes. It is very sincere of your heart, even you love Liora already like a child yourself.

"We'll all keep it a secret. Even Papa has also pressured all the media so that they do not spread this to the public.

"Alright, it's up to Mas Sadam."

"You just think about your health, honey."

"It's just a minor wound, and I can go home now." I held him down who was about to sit his body.

"Darling, we'll be here for a few days, or will I just move to the hotel?" tease her.

Sadam you're so perverted.