Grasping
The Part 65
Come night, almost killed deserted. The hearts were not formed anymore. Wanting to cry out on the moon, the night of the moon, or the wind, that his heart was losing something. And, unfortunately, he doesn't know what he's missing. Suddenly quiet approached, sad to skin. Then, fret fulfilling. Longing but hesitating.
His sharp bead unsheathed the sky, looking for a shadow of something there. His face is getting more and more pictorial. Did that wingless angel figure have occupied the sides of the recesses of the heart?
He doesn't believe it yet. Even some of his body almost melted lost passion, but still could not believe if the figure had managed to steal some of his soul. Evidently, after his departure, he no longer found anything beautiful, no longer found comfort and free laughter. Where all of that went, if not some of it had been carried by him.
"Are you okay?" Netra Yusha has switched to the edge of the coffee cup. The puff of acid can still be tasted, its distinctive fragrance out meets the sense of smell.
Tonight there was no sound, nor was there anyone. Perched in silence.
Feelings of comparing the before and after events that occur. Many things have passed, causing pain points that are difficult to understand.
Sheli, who is predicted as the queen of hearts, does not really care. Where the woman went, she did not know. He fell into a hole of worry and regret. It may be true what his friend said, it is possible that the heart has moved.
Almost a hundred times click on the Niar number, still inactive. Hundreds of times his mouth was also sighing. The head throbbed whenever it remembered the lies it had done to its parents, the heart was tormented to keep the lie.
Exactly if he unloads everything? Then, as much as his parents hated Sheli - people who always trigger crazy ideas. But stupidly, he always obeyed. As a result of eating blind love, even the dust he halted.
Sorry, but don't know what to do. Its establishment is still not strong, its readiness has not been fully gathered to feel the cause and effect.
Annoyed, only one photo was stored in his phone gallery. Photos when legitimate make Niar halal to touch. A sweet smile framed on Niar's plain face clad in elegance. Does this really miss him? If it's a miss? What else can be done? It's all over. How shameless it would be if he asked to come back. And what about Sheli? Both of his parents? That's what shackles his readiness.
Yusha sipped the black coffee and tasted the sweet bitters into one. But his calmness was interrupted by the sound of falling objects. The man immediately got up to check on her.
"Sheli ...."
The woman fell on the steps, Yusha immediately approached and helped his wife to stand up. The smell of alcohol stings making him sick.
At one in the morning, Sheli just came home. It was almost formless due to its chaotic appearance.
There was the roar of the engine of the car that was on, then away. I can guess if it was Glory's car.
"Hey, you're Yushaka? My husband's? Haha .. I finally met you. Where have you been? I've been looking for you since morning. I want to fuck with you. But, not so! You are stale!" rancau Sheli who has lost his consciousness.
"You drink too much. Can't you reduce the amount of alcohol you consume?" yusha was upset. He grabbed Sheli's body, took him to his room.
"Hey, you took me to my room? I'm tired, all day playing. I don't want any more." Sheli was relentlessly fussing. But Yusha did not respond and continued to rub Sheli's body.
Bruk ....
Sheli's body fell on a soft bed. Yusha then confirmed the position of Sheli to be comfortable. When he finished, the man gushed violently. Nanar looked at the sealed Sheli, her sexy mouth incessantly fussing over obscure sentences.
Yusha turned to sit on the edge of the bed, his burly hands rubbing his face slowly. "Do you not think if it goes on like this, your uterus could be in trouble. It'll be longer we get a baby. Don't you want to conceive my son?" yusha said to his own monologue.
The man got up to leave the master room, the once warm room full of love. However, the longer the love fades since Sheli becomes more indifferent and more outrageous in his attitude.
Deg ....
Yusha's steps stopped, he flinched on the spot where he stood. One man's name that Sheli mentioned just now made him coldly hot holding back the rage. The chest rose and fell in line with the emotions controlling his soul.
"Why are you calling Jerry's name? Your husband Yusha is not Jerry!" pekik Yusha was like a fool. He shouted at Sheli who already did not have full consciousness.
No matter the time that indicated almost 2 am, the man called his wife's assistant number.
"Hello, handsome. It's almost morning, what did you call me? Sheli I've taken you home" Glory's sniffle from across the phone.
"He's already asleep. Why is he so drunk today?" yusha asked without further ado.
"Oh, like you don't mess with your beautiful wife, she's hard to stop drinking alcohol. Actually, she didn't want to go home, but I forced her to, ", Glory explained.
"You're forcing. Or Jerry forcing?!"
"Huh?" Across Glory was surprised to hear Yusha's question.
"Is he still in touch with that fake photographer?!" cecar Yusha's.
"Whoa-no! Sheli is under contract to be Chansel's make-up model with CN." Glory's voice looked nervous and trembling. As if covering something.
"What every finished shooting always celebrate with alcoholic drinks! You are smart, you should understand if women should not consume alcohol. She's gonna have a hard time getting pregnant!" yusha.
"If Sheli doesn't consume alcohol, she still won't get pregnant, right, you guys are on the KB program."
"Also alcohol is not good for him!"
"Hem .. well, tomorrow-tomorrow I try to nasehatin him again. If it's mempan."
Not wanting to discuss anything else, Yusha immediately turned off the phone. He immediately left his main room which no longer made him comfortable. He is now more comfortable in the lower room, his former room with Niar. The man chose to rest his body there.
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The morning welcomes the sun with its warmth. It felt like only a few minutes ago he rested his body, but now he was forced to get up with a knock on the door from the outside.
Yusha walked towards the door and opened it, looking at the dashing body of the assistant who had been standing in front of him. "What time is it? Why did you get here?"
"Nearly 7 am, sir. I'm sorry I've been sassy to wake you up, today there's a morning meter."
Yusha's mouth sizzled, hands sewn at the periphery of the temple and forehead. His head feels heavy, maybe lack of rest.
"Gst ... I'm misfortune. You wait a minute." Yusha almost turned around but was undone. "Tell Bi Mur to get my clothes in the upstairs room!"