I'M A STATUE FOR YOU
I WAS NOT INTENTIONALLY

Aryan POV.

"Mas jawab? If you don't marry me I'll make you regret it." Holier.

"Huuufffh.... Holy do you ever want to understand and accept my decision?... No. kan. Your demi I became a disobedient husband. Less than me." Aryans.

"My wife rarely spoke, but every word that came out of Alyn's mouth felt like a whip skinning me. I don't blame him because we were wrong. I'm the one who brought her into this poignant relationship. Seeing her like that made me feel even more guilty."Aryans.

"Did you marry me?..."

"Be kind to Alyn. Who knows if he'd like to approve you for being his honey." Aryans.

"I don't want a mas. Divorce her and marry me. I just want to have you all."

"Do you want to see me hanging by Umiku?"

"Why do you always obey Umimu mas. You don't want to fight for our love either because of Ummu."

"I don't want to be a bad boy. He hanged me and gave birth to me. Caring for me and educating me to be like this. What else during my detention, a big test hit him. Then what is my reply?... Just like this I feel like a bad boy."

"Maintaining love is not an iniquity but a struggle."

"I don't want to hurt Ummku."

"Your mother not only doesn't like me but she hates me."

"It's just your feelings."

"No mas. I can see great hatred from the look in your Umm eyes."

"Holy.... Don't talk about the past, don't cry anymore." My word.

"Please promise me you won't leave me." Holy Speech.

"Heem." My answer.

"Mas." The saint called me.

"Hmm." My answer.

"Do you love Alyn?" Ask Sacred.

"Hmm." My answer.

"What is an answer?"

"The answer is I love you Holy."My answer.

"I love you too." The Holy One hugged me.

"Yes, let's go in. Poor Alyn is alone." I ended my conversation with Saints. As always, Saints are always in my arms.

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Alyn POV.

I looked at the door that was starting to open.

Again the APE was writhing spoiled in my husband's arm.

"Holy keep your attitude. Let go of my hand." Mas Arya tried to release the woman's hands that were sticky like in glue.

"It's okay. Keep going, I'm used to seeing it. See more of this ever." I intentionally insinuated Arya mas. Arya's eyes immediately focused on me.

"What do you mean?... Have you been following me all this time?" Ask Arya to me after throwing Holy hands.

"Indeed I'm less of a job trailing a husband like you. Thanks for this spectacle. That way the more I make up my mind to demand a divorce from you."

I really can't stand Arya's mas. Mas Arya seemed to be sighing like a frustrated person. Perhaps he was frustrated with me being a stumbling block in his relationship with Saints.

As for Sacred, It was clear she looked happy.

" It's better to eat than talk about the unimportant."Mas Arya.

Mas Arya opened a plastic bag containing porridge that was brought by Suci while my own porridge had been disposed of by Suci.

My stomach is still eating nothing.

Arya sat in front of me. Saints sit on the chair next to my bed.

Mas Arya thrust a spoon filled with porridge into front of my lips. I'm shaking.

"Let's eat Alyn." Mas Arya. I'm still shaking. Where would I eat porridge from my husband's mistress.

"Alyn eat or I force it?" Arya kept pushing me.

"I don't want to. What if the food contains cyanide. He is getting married to you. If I die, she'll marry you." I said who insisted on refusing.

"Oh my goodness, Alyn. How could I possibly poison you." Sacred words that I do not accept with my accusation.

"Oh yeah I forgot you'd always be sweet and gentle in front of Aryan mas." Syndicate Ku.

"Enough Alyn." Ketus mas Aryan's. Making my and Holy's eyes shifted to her.

Mas Arya took a spoonful of porridge and put it in her own mouth. A few seconds quiet.

"It's been 30 seconds, I'm still alive and well wal Afiat. Come eat. This porridge does not contain cyanide."Mas Arya. Arya thrust the porridge back to my lips.

"If I don't want to, don't force it." I still refuse.

Then Arya mas scoops the porridge from the plate with a greater amount than before. Then put it in his own mouth. I think Arya is hungry.

"Heeemmmmmm....." Uuiiihihhhh Mas Arya disgusting. He moved the porridge into my mouth. Forced the porridge into my mouth and kept pushing it into my esophagus. It's very hard to swallow. Makes my stomach feel stirred and nauseous. The position of his hand was the same as when he kissed me. My head can't wiggle. I tried to push his chest but it was useless.

After all the porridge went into my stomach, Mas Arya took off our lips. And..........

"Hoeeeeeeeekkkkk"

"Sorry....." My speech.

"ALLEN." Shouts Sacred. He stood up and slapped his hand to slap me because he couldn't accept me throwing up right in his face. And I hold my cheek.

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