Grasping

Grasping
Part 47 (Lord, just take my life, so I won't be friends with Lara anymore)


Brak ... !!!


The door leaf was forcefully opened until it bounced strongly against the wall and caused a deafening sound.


Yusha and Niar were very surprised, gasping to see the sexy-clothed woman looking at them in wrath.


The man who is on to the top of the sky must come down forcibly. Immediately straighten the body and reach for the strands of clothing that are scattered on the floor, to be immediately worn. Likewise with Niar, the woman shook in fear with a mixture of shame. The same thing is done, which is to take a strand of clothing under his feet and wear it quickly.


"You bi****! Outrageous of you, Yusha! So all this time, unbeknownst to me you've been in this kind of relationship!" sheli snarled furiously.


Yusha who had finished wearing his shorts was now approaching Sheli. "Shel ...." Not long after the man spoke, Sheli attacked Yusha's body blindly, the woman was angry, disappointed and cried roaring. "Missing you, Yusha!" pekik. The voice was almost lost by the sound of crying.


The man with shaggy hair who had fallen apart here and there caught both Sheli's wrists, stopping the brutal act of mercilessly attacking.


"Shel, listen to me! It's not intentionally hurting you. I'm sorry, you should know, my marriage with Niar was almost 6 months, but to date has not been fruitful. If I don't break my promise, it will be much longer for my marriage with Niar to continue" Yusha said. It was as if inside the space there was only the man and his first wife. While a piece of meat that was busy repairing his clothes that had been stripped by the man was not considered at all.


Niar's tears have been shed since earlier, the woman bit the tip of her lips to hold sobs so as not to be heard. Even so, indeed his voice sank from the shrillness of Sheli's increasingly deafening cries.


Niar closed his eyes restraining all feelings. Truly, Yusha's words are like an evil that turns back to heart. Was he born to bear lara? Life is balanced, laughter and sorrow always go hand in hand. Even the wounds almost snatched away the laughter that was beginning to be present.


In the old house, there was the mother and sister who were relentlessly struggling with injustice. Here, a safe house with a warm scope of Yusha's attention, with all the laughter that began to carve out the beautiful time must be lost when Sheli comes.


In fact, the pain can still be felt even though the man repeatedly said he would guard and protect with help. Where is the truth of that word? There is no evidence, when dealing with Sheli the word is just like a fairy tale. Women are the main.


Pilu felt increasingly tight chest, when both ears were full of hearing their debate. Shaky legs, barely able to withstand the weight of the body, wanted to step away, but there was no gap to leave. Sheli and Yusha were having a debate on the doorstep. Then where will he go? The window could have opened, he could have gone through that alternative. And not only did it go from before the two of them, it could go as far as possible even from this cruel world.


"It's been a long time, 6 months! Yeah, 6 months, and she's not pregnant either. Maybe I chose the wrong woman for you, she could be infertile aka barren!" accuse Sheli with a sharp glint drawing out Niar's heart. Tears increasingly profusely pouring out relentlessly wet the cheeks until the instant hijab used to get wet.


"Certify him! throw him where he came from. He's useless, he's incapable of producing your offspring. I'm sure he's barren! I regret choosing her to give birth to your offspring, in fact she is infertile!"


"Shut your mouth, Shel. Don't overdo it you're talking!" Yusha's tone was no less high than his opponent.


Almost Niar's body collapsed on the floor, without conscious movement his hands were tightly knitted. Beautiful nails begin to puncture the handbook until it turns white and turn red.


What could he do? What can he say to defend his pride? The sound of defense coming out of his mouth would be considered mere wind.


Various spicy to inappropriate poisons have often accompanied his journey from birth. The woman raised a fragile heart. Only you can hold your heart.


"No Shel, don't ask me to divorce her now" Yusha refused. What's on his mind? Want to convince feelings. Well ... the man wants to convince his feelings that old love is still perched strong or has been replaced with new.


However, why does it still feel so hard to choose one of them. Again logic plays a role in stressing that Sheli is a dead love for him - will not be replaced with a new woman present in a short time.


Without knowing, that love actually knows no time, which is the longest or which is new. Not knowing how close. But, love requires more comfortable feelings and can complement each other. Saying the content of love can be unraveled for a very long time, because love has many definitions and views.


"You!" Sheli pointed towards Niar. The views of the two are clashing with each other. Two pairs of eyes have different anger.


"What's behind your bad attitude is a sneaky thought?! Secretly enjoy your role as a cheap lady!" hajat Sheli without feeling. Alcohol has ruined his mind.


"Sheli, ENOUGH!!!"


"YOU'RE SILENT, YUSHA!!!"


Finally no longer strong to support his frail body, until Niar slumped to the floor. How could Sheli accuse him without feeling? What the woman forgot, who dragged her peace to get involved in this marriage. Who told you to be a rented womb? What the woman also forgot, if from the beginning she never agreed, but in forced circumstances. And the fate of God also seemed to give blessing so that he occupies the position he is now.


If he could choose, he wanted to free his own heart. Don't want to be around these vile humans without feeling! But, once again he cursed himself who has a gentle attitude. Until it only flinch when people demean it. Only able to show the highlight of the wound without being able to speak.


'Lord, just take my life, so I won't be friends with lara anymore.'


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(I'm sorry I took this story. You will have trouble guessing their story. If that's the same, I'm also difficult to guess the next groove ⁇ ️😅🙏)