He Is CEO of My Husband
(Witness)

I woke up from this uncomfortable place. I didn't realize when I got to the apartment, I immediately slept on the sofa.

What ?! Disofa ?! My body is sick2.

I got up from the couch and went to clean myself up. After cleaning myself, I saw a wall clock.

It's 19:00

Well, I slept for a long time. I looked around the apartment. Still only myself alone. Vian hasn't come home from the office. Heuh I'm lazy already, I'm sick of it. Let her go whichever woman I don't care about.

His heart is not for me. I don't want to think about things that complicate my heart and mind.

I headed to the room to pick up this medicinal ointment of my cheek. The truth is, the wound was almost invisible. Is it this strong ? Wow that's great.

After doing these activities, I went to the kitchen and got the rantang that I brought there was already a kitchen. Who brought this ? Has Vian gone home yet ?!

I approached the rantang that was on the dining table. And how surprised I am, the bushel is still heavy! Seriously the Vian didn't eat it ?!

I opened the bushel and was right...

It's still intact as before.

My heart is broken, I'm tired of making this but it's not eaten.

I'm not tired of making food for my husband. It's just that when I know the food I'm cooking it doesn't touch in the slightest.

It was painful, and very sad.

I sat down to reflect on my poor fate.

I wept.

Crying again.

If this apartment is alive, this apartment will always be a witness that I who live with it always cry bitterly alone.

Why is my fate like this ? God, why are you making my destiny so bad ? Sometimes you make my destiny with Vian as if it makes me so grateful to you. And look now as if you were throwing my gratitude at you.

I'm tightening my sobs. I don't know why, whoever I need a backrest. I need! I need it once. I miss where when I cry there are a pair of hands that embrace me to stay strong. Who is he ? Yep! They're both my parents.

I really want to say that I can't have a life like this. It's too painful. I can't stand it.

But I thought about how the fate of my two parents ? They must be sad because they feel I'm being betrothed to the wrong person.

I always crave love stories as interesting as drama2 there is.

But stories like that don't stand with me. I tried to stop crying and got out of that kitchen chair and took a bushel to the dishwasher.

The food I made was stale, too, and I threw it in the trash. When I threw it in the trash, I sat down again. I cried again, I hurt. So hurt. It feels like iris2.

I can still forgive him the matter that was in the office earlier, at least he ate my food. But ? This what ? My food is so stale.

Already have..

I got up from my pitiful embrace, and started cleaning the rantang2 to where it was. My eyes are now empty.

Ike~

I don't know, my head is dizzy thinking about this. To calm my mind, I went to the balcony of the apartment. I saw how beautiful this city I occupied was, but why was it that I was not allowed by God to feel eternal happiness ?

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I'm standing in a balcony for almost 30 minutes. I saw the clock in my hand, and it's 20:15 already at night. Time I want to sleep. But I say it, I'd rather let myself be here.

The coldness that was covered in my body was nothing compared to the pain that was so impregnated in my heart.

I looked at the sky and smiled at the twinkling star2.

Arrived2 I felt a pair of cloths covering my body. I looked back because I wanted to know who was wearing me this pair of cloths.

And that's Vian.

My husband's.

"Heren, it's night, baby... Don't get the balconies that can make you catch a cold" - Vian

"I know" I replied as I left Vian on the balcony and removed the cloth in front of him.

'Van, if your attention is only temporary then stay away from me. My feelings for you are never temporary, my feelings for you are forever. But why are you the opposite ?'

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