Forced to Marry a Husband
We'll be over soon, Mr. Devan!!
"Where should I go, Mr. Devan? no one wants to accept me, no one wants to support my tired body, no one wants to listen to my grievances, no one understands my current state, no one wants to listen,, everyone just looked at me one eye," said Nayla bowed bitterly with a deep heart wound.
Even love is not able to support itself to provide support to the heart wounds that it feels at this time.
Where is the happiness for Nayla that until now has not been felt?
When he can feel the sweet honey loved, maintained, fought, until now what happened to him is even the opposite.
Nayla's soft hands rubbed her face, trying to brace herself against everything that happened.
"I don't understand you at all, Mr. Devan, you insulted me and now you beat them up, but I just want to prove your point," nayla said again in a weak, desperate, and deeply hurt voice.
"My answer is why you beat them up!!" said Nayla accompanied by a very bitter sobbing.
"Nayla is enough, we better get out of here, the air outside is very cold, this is not good for your content,," devan said while holding Nayla's arm trying to hold the fragile body that was crying with wounds.
Devan clearly saw Nayla's pale face with an increasingly weak body condition.
"Just let me be here, I want to be anywhere no relation to you!! you better take care of the wife you love so much so that she does not know about this all," said Nayla again.
"Enough Nayla!!!" said Devan.
Nayla kept on brushing Devan's hand that wanted to hold her arm.
"Leave me alone, I don't want to go with you!!!" cried Nayla with a wounded heart.
"Nayla the air here is not good for your womb, and it's almost late" said Devan again who continued to try to persuade Nayla even though Nayla continued to reject Devan somehow for how many times.
Nayla did not care at all, Nayla just kept quiet with a heart full of wounds and no idea when the wound could heal. The words of Devan who called her a cheap woman still ring in Nayla's mind.
What's the reason Devan calls himself a cheap woman?
Wasn't Devan himself the one who forcibly took her virginity? after forcibly seizing, Devan marries his lover, then who cleans the room in the morning?
Who was the one who decorated the bridal room in the morning?
Who washes white sheets with blood stains in the morning?
Wh who?
Oh, nayla!!!
Nayla herself did it all while the wound was so painful Nayla felt, her weak legs still trying to support her body.
Nayla witnessed for herself a hot bed that last night was not compassionate to her in the least, then why is she still called a cheap woman today?
It was painful for Nayla.
"Nayla, please don't be like this" Devan said, holding Nayla's arm again.
"Mr Devan, are you sure this is your son?" nayla.
The question was really painful for Nayla, but Nayla wanted to hear an answer from Devan.
Degh!!!
"Jawab why are you quiet? are you sure this is your son I'm carrying?" nayla asked again who wanted an answer from Devan even though the question was very painful to herself.
Nayla immediately smiled as she looked at Devan who was just silent, Nayla did not know what Devan was thinking at this time, but Nayla had guessed that there was a possibility that Devan was doubting his own son.
"I won't be in your life anymore Mr. Devan" Nayla said.
"Nayla, I beg you not to be like this," Devan said with a bewildered heart at this moment.
Suddenly Nayla looked down, Nayla felt a fluid flowing between her legs.
The blood!!!
There was blood flowing through his legs.
Devan immediately followed the direction of Nayla's eyes, even though it was only illuminated by moonlight, but Devan knew there was fluid flowing between Nayla's legs.
"Yesterday!!!" devan said with a very panicked facial expression instead of being confused.
Nayla's expression was different from Devan's, Nayla smiled as she looked at the blood that kept flowing between her legs.
"We'll be over soon, Mr. Devan!! now there is no reason for us to stay together" Nayla said with a smile and a pale face.
Devan is desperate to help Nayla, but again Nayla brushes Devan's hand away once Devan wants to hold her.
Slowly Nayla's legs were running backwards away from Devan, but suddenly Nayla sat on the ground, because Nayla could no longer support her body.
Nayla's consciousness had begun to wane, but Nayla was trying hard to stay sober.
Devan immediately crouches down to help Nayla, Devan wants to take Nayla to the nearest health center that is here, but again Nayla refuses help from Devan.
"Let me die here carrying my son, a cheap woman like me doesn't deserve to be in this cruel world" Nayla said.
"Nayla I beg you, come with me" said Devan, who again wanted to persuade Nayla to come with him.
"Why do you beg Mr. Devan, just let me die here with my fetus, you will live happily after I die, and I can also go with my son," Nayla said, saying,, at this time Nayla speaks like a person who is not sane because he is desperate with the life he lives.
Devan was really confused as to what to do, but at this time the state of his second wife was really very alarming, Nayla looked cold sweat and also very pale. Nayla seemed to be enduring her excruciating pain.
Occasionally the beautiful bead of eyes moved in tandem with tears coming out, permeating the increasingly uncontrollable pain.
Both of her hands held her stomach tightly with eyes constantly looking at the blood flowing nonstop, occasionally Nayla biting her lips to alleviate the pain she felt.
All seemed to turn back in Nayla's brain, Devan who forcibly took her virginity, until she became pregnant and then Devan married her in series.
Devan treats himself like a beloved wife but this evening Devan also calls himself a cheap woman.
Nayla wanted to shout as loudly as possible to vent all the resentment she felt,, this unforgiving night with the fetus in her womb.
Because that night, Nayla is unable to marry her lover, Nayla enters into a marriage without this confession.
And because that same night Nayla got the title of Devan as a cheap woman.
Really sick!!!