Forced to Marry a Husband
I love you and now the choice is yours,,
Nayla enjoys her breakfast with a happy feeling, it feels so good to see Devan tormented. Nayla is actually not a bad woman but Devan who has taught herself to do this, turning herself into a stubborn woman and also a dissident, when will be happy if you continue to be tortured by inner birth all this time.
No!!
This time is no longer the same, love is not able to paralyze the ego, so is the wound, covered in a large fog of hatred, she is just a weak woman a fighter for happiness. Man with a limit of patience this time is the same patience that has reached its limit, until in the future does not want to be trapped will pseudo love never be countered by Devan to him. All this time, he just complied without demanding. But not once was he looked at, looked at with all his heart and then asked about the feelings of this fragile woman like her.
"What breakfast are you having?" devan asked as soon as he finished playing solo in the bathroom.
Devan's voice caused his appetite to break down instantly, Nayla stood up and left his food unfinished. Devan stared at Nayla's back away. Devan snorted while bowed weakly, when their relationship could improve like it used to. Devan really misses the smile of Nayla, miss the warm embrace of his second wife.
Devan soon catches up with Nayla who has now entered the room, Devan sees Nayla sitting on the balcony staring out. Slowly Devan also entered, this problem must be resolved, enough already Nayla ignored him, Devan was no longer able to ignore Nayla.
"Nayla, I'm sorry please give Mas a chance" said Devan, who is currently standing behind Nayla.
Nayla just kept quiet without a care, according to him there is nothing interesting from Devan's current wishes.
"Nayla, please forgive Mas, Mas promised to correct Mas's mistakes" Devan said as he approached Nayla, staring fixedly and slowly wrapped his hands around Nayla's waist.
Nayla takes Devan's hand off and pushes Devan away from her. Even though Devan showed a face of melas but there was not the slightest mercy from Nayla.
"Is it wrong to apologize to you?" devan said without sin.
Plaakkkp...
Nayla's hand floating in midair landed right on Devan's face. It was the strangest and most heartbreaking words Nayla had ever heard.
"Nayla?" devan was shocked by what Nayla had just done.
The woman he knew with the woman full of gentleness now turned like a monster, whether this woman in front of him was so injured that it turned violent. Just this time Devan was slapped by the woman and the woman was Nayla his own second wife. Devan had never imagined before being slapped by Nayla, the woman he knew was so gentle and kind.
"WRONGLY said? still asking wrong or right? I've been hurt and you're asking wrong? I am a man, a wife, a woman who will give birth to your child! but when have you ever looked at me? consider me your wife? you only care about yourself, your beloved wife, as if I took you from her!!!" nayla said with anger.
Nayla no longer wants to keep everything, this time Nayla will take off whatever is in her heart. No matter if Devan will divorce himself even though the pain is mounting.
"Answer? I still appreciate you because you are my husband. I'm also your wife even if it's just your serial wife, your second wife. But never did you think about my feelings just a little bit, you made Jessica as a victim of all this, then what about me? I'm the victim here why is it like I'm the guilty one, I'm the one who doesn't know myself?" nayla.
"Nayla" said Devan.
"I've asked to be divorced by you, there are others who are ready to take responsibility for this fetus, but you don't even want to say the word talak to me! I can what? going away? I'm not that kind of woman, I don't want to leave before receiving the word talaq from you, I have a stand in my life, you know my responsibilities as a wife, but never do you appreciate me a little?" nayla.
"I fought to bet my life to keep this fetus because of you, but instead you went on a honeymoon with your beloved wife, on the grounds of defending your household, then what about me? are you happy there and I suffer? you happy. Hey Devan Bima Dear Son, you raped me, a niece-nanny of your own, and forced me to marry you! do you realize, you're the one who ruined my life!!!" scream Nayla.
Let Nayla scream out her pain so Devan understands not only that Jessica is hurt but that there are other hearts that are hurt and even hurt.
"If you hurt Jessica with just one life you hurt, but you never realize no, if you hurt me, you hurt the fetus in my womb, your own child!" nayla.
Devan looked into Nayla's eyes, fragile and teary eyes.
"Look at me too, look at me too, I'm hurting here too don't keep blaming me for all this, I couldn't have been among you if it wasn't for you, too," nayla said in a desperate voice that sounded very bitter.
"Nayla, I'm sorry" Devan said.
Devan hugged Nayla tightly hearing the sound of sobs in her ears which sounded very heartbreaking. But unfortunately Nayla again pushes Devan's body away from her, Nayla hates Devan and does not want to be touched.
"I give you time to choose" Nayla said.
"Chose?" devan asked puzzledly, not understanding Nayla's intentions.
"Yes" answered Nayla.
"You mean?" devan asked still with his confused facial expression.
Nayla silently weighed Devan's face.
"I'm giving you time to stay with me until this child is born but after that you can divorce Jessica and stay with me, or divorce me and go back with your wife Jessica,, my son remains with me because it has been set by Papa Bima himself," said Nayla.
"Nayla can't we talk about this all right?" devan.
"Could, and here we've been talking about, I love you!" nayla.
Degh!!!
Devan's heart beats so fast when he hears the word love coming out of Nayla's lips, whether his ears don't hear wrong, Nayla loves him.
"I love you and now the choice is yours" Nayla said.
After saying that Nayla immediately left Devan who was still standing in his place.