I'M A STATUE FOR YOU
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"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.

I closed my eyes waiting for the Sacred palm to drop by my cheek.

3 Seconds, 4 seconds, 5 seconds... Why not get sick?

I started to open my eyes. It turned out that Mas Arya was blocking the Holy wrist. He gave a sharp look at Saints. Then he threw out the Holy hand.

Suci holds his wrist that looks red. Maybe Arya squeezed it so strong? Who is he really angry at? I was wrong to spill dirt on his mistress' face...

"Don't do violence here" said Mas Arya."

"Why are you defending him?" Sacred words that do not accept with the attitude of Aryan mas.

"Because she's my wife. He's been sick. He did it accidentally." For the first time Aryan mas defended me on the appeal of Saints.

"But I....!"

"Understand a little bit. Alyn is sick." Mas Arya. The saint looked at me with an irritated look.

Mas Arya took the shirt in the box under the table. And gave it to the Saints.

"Clean yourself. For a while wear this. I'll get people to buy you clothes."

The saint rushed to the bathroom. Before leaving, he still had a chance to look at me. And Aryan mas called someone to buy clothes that fit the size of the Holy..

Wow wow.....

Amazingly my husband, Holy dress size alone he knows. What size is the Holy underwear, mas Arya also knows?

Mas Arya was not disgusted at cleaning up my vomit that splattered around me.

"What size is the Holy underwear?" I asked the curious.

"What do you mean?..." Ketus mas Aryan's. Damn it's shaking my forehead. " Our relationship wasn't that far and deep. At best it's just a kiss."

"It was easy for Arya to say that to me, even though I was his wife. Kiss he said JUST." I grumbled in my heart.

"Hmmmmm.... JUST A kiss, JUST yeah.... Means that I'm JUST kissing another guy is okay."

"It's okay. After that you two I'll kill." Arya's reply was so creepy it gave me goosebumps. I choose silence. I don't want him to be angry anymore. Lately if he's angry he'll take it out on my lips.

Mas Arya took a tissue and painstakingly cleaned my lips. Arya just kept staring at my lips. And I looked at his face.

"Why look at me like that?..."Said Arya who turned to look me in the eye. His words made my eyes look down. I refuse to talk to Aryan.

"You eat with my hands or with my mouth. If you eat with my mouth! I will gladly serve you." Aryan's words are so misleading.

"I can eat by myself." My speech. I tried to snatch the plate from Arya's hand. But Arya quickly kept the plate away from me.

"Don't eat with your hands, you can't even button up your shirt. Your choice is two. Eat from my hands or with my mouth?". Mas Arya.

"With your hand." I said, Don't want me to keep eating it. I don't want that disgusting thing to happen again.

Mas Arya just kept feeding me until the plate was empty. After that, Arya gave me a drink and cleaned my lips with a tissue.

Then the Saints came out of the bathroom. She looks so fresh, beautiful and sexy by wearing a shirt belonging to Arya mas. The shirt is long only in the middle of the thigh. If the Saint is in a sitting position it must be !!!!!.....Oh you guys don't.

Saints look like seductive women in my eyes.

I looked at Arya. Mas Arya did not look at the Sacred. Not even glancing. His eyes straight down. I didn't blink. My eyes just kept watching the direction of Arya's eyes.

"Yinas." Said the woman in a seductive tone.

Arya did something that surprised me.

"Cover your legs with this." He gave the blanket he had been holding to the Saints. So Arya predicted all this and prepared the blanket.

"Peeefffffmmm. Hahahha" I laughed amusedly at the disappointed face of that cheap lady. Arya kept looking at me who was laughing.

"Why are you laughing Alyn." Ask the Aryan.

"Holy Face is very funny. You're a true Saint is a gentle, soft, silky girl."

The saint threw his face away in shame.

The nurse came in and called Arya. He asked Arya to see the doctor who handled my case.

But mas Arya refused fearing me and Suci beat each other.

"Go away and we won't fight. You say Saints are kind and gentle girls. While I was in a weak state. So there's no way we're gonna beat each other up."

Arya still does not flinch.

"Mas you want me to be able to accept Saints right! I'll consider it.. At least give us time to talk heart to heart."

Arya breathed a heavy sigh. Finally he got out of his seat and walked towards the exit.

After Mas Arya was out of sight the two of us started to put on a wary face.

"Say what do you want to ask?" My speech.

"Who is Iqbal?..." Saints asked me enthusiastically. He seemed impatient to see my divorce with Arya.

"He's my past. Our relationship has been going on for 8 years. Longer than your relationship with Arya's mas."

"Are you seriously going to get divorced from Aryan mas in order to get back to Iqbal." Ask Sacred.

"Ckckckl... Holier... Holier... What are you thinking?.... I'm not a traitor like you. Don't equate me with you. For the sake of selfishness and personal contentment you dare to stray from the truth. I have buried deep in my past for a Holy and Halal relationship." My answer.

"Then why did you say you were going back to Iqbal after getting divorced from Aryan mas." The saint asked again starting emotions.

"I just pumped Arya's mas to make her jealous. That's all." My answer made the Sacred eyes redden.

"So are you going to sue Arya for divorce?"

"Never will." Do you think I'll let you breathe with Sacred relief.

"Then why did you tell me to persuade Arya to want her to divorce you?" The saint started asking in a high tone. His true nature appears when there is no Aryan mas.

The saint turned his back to the entrance and only I could see his arrival.

"I just want to show you where you really are. I am the legal wife of Arya and you are her mistress. Which is commonly called the trash of society by people."

"Plaaaaaakkkk" Tamparan landed on my cheek. Sacred slapped me. Now it's not just my heart that's hot but my cheeks too.

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