I'M A STATUE FOR YOU
IMPOSITIONS

"It's a punishment because you've dared to defy your husband."

Mas Arya took the blanket and pillow from the closet and handed it to me

Mas Arya left me who was still dumbfounded by it. I can't stop thinking about his attitude.

"If I hadn't thought about Abah's condition in the village, I'd been demanding a divorce from you for a long time." My inner.

I chose to go into the bathroom to spill all the pain in my heart. Which wife is not hurt is treated like this. I was crying and lamenting my life. I want to feel like I'm screaming because I can't stand the turmoil in my chest. After I was satisfied with crying, I washed my face. As my heart calmed a little more I came out of the bathroom.

I saw that Arya was asleep. I sat beside him. Looking at my husband's face. She looks so sweet when she falls asleep. I don't feel like this hand is stroking his face. I stopped my hand when I realized I wasn't who he was.

I got out of bed Arya. Suddenly my wrist was in check. I tried to let go of her hand but she pulled me until I fell in her arms.

I tried to break away but Arya tightened her embrace. I was silent for a moment.

"So it feels like this in the husband's arms." Suddenly my tears came. Why am I this weak. Teach me to cry.

"Don't, don't, Ci, Sacred. Don't go Sacred."

"Deg." My heart is really sad. Sick, really sick. Again because of the Saints. I mean nothing to my husband. He hugged me thinking I was Holy. I cried louder and hit Arya's chest to release her embrace. Mas Arya also woke up and inched back his body in shock.

"What are you doing here?" Said Arya with a sharp. And I swept my tears.

"Don't scold me. You're the one who pulled me in your arms." Arya looked at me who was wiping away my tears. As I got out of my sleep, Arya pulled my hand.

" Alyn sleep next to me." He seems to pity me.

"Not to pity me. I can sleep on the floor."My speech.

"if you really want to sleep with me say. I don't mind at all." Mas Arya.

"I wouldn't sleep with a husband like you."

"What did you say?..." Arya was angry. He pulled my hand violently and as quickly as possible overtook me. Making me panic, what else was his hand holding my hand on both sides of the left right.

"What do you want?..." I asked who was nervous.

"Running my duties as a husband." Arya's reply scared me.

"I don't want to."I tried my hardest against Arya mas but my strength lost far from Arya mas.

"Don't scream. Later Abi and Umi hear we're making love."

I shake my head. But Arya held my face firmly and forcefully closed my lips, at first rough, gradually soft. I tried to hold back my tears from falling. I don't want to look weak in front of him.

It's not that I don't want to do my job as a wife. But considering Arya's treatment of me makes me uncomfortable and wants to reject her. Especially if imagining him doing it with Saints, my husband's mistress. What if I get pregnant and she leaves me. What if he brought me some honey.

I just want to get treatment like this. Against me I was not able to.

He let me go, my first kiss he took forcibly. I don't accept. But I'm also helpless.

"I guess, if I don't want to do more of this."

I better obey, than Arya really asked for his right.