I'm Not a Choice.
Divorced me.

After that day, Riyadh never tried again to ask for more from Icha even though Amanda always urged him to be upset. But Riyadh still does not pay attention to the words of his best friend. He tried to keep Icha comfortable.

Although he was forced to be satisfied with sleep hugging his wife without being able to do anything, but for Riyadh it was better for him. Even to make him not to miss again like that night, Riyadh deliberately went home that night and found Icha asleep on the sofa waiting for him. Sometimes he also found Icha had not slept and if asked the answer he was busy in the office.

The man does not know if what he is doing actually makes Icha more depressed and continues to think no-no

Especially now that Riyadh often returns home for work reasons. It made him unable to deny those bad thoughts. And when Riyadh was going to stay at his parents' house, he never came home again like before the man just sent a message, if he was going to go home to his parents.

Which woman's feelings can be calm if she is in the position of Icha, which woman's heart will not hurt if she feels ignored.

Even though she's sick and may not be like the other women out there anyway. He has a heart. He can also be angry, suspicious, disappointed and jealous.

Thankful for the past few weeks he was busy with asking for the title and all the *****-whimpering. Not to mention his work, so Icha can still divert all that by thinking about his college and his work.

But Icha seems to have reached the limit of his patience he does not want to just sit still and wait. He also wants to be free of all this. So he decided to talk to Riyadh.

~Mas home at what time?~

Icha asked as she sent a message to Riyadh. Without waiting for a long time the message was replied by Riyadh.

~ Looks like tonight I'll be home tonight baby! My work is still a lot and must be completed immediately today also~

Reading the message sent by Riyadh, Icha's heart ached again, as if there was an invisible hand pinching right in his heart.

~ Can mas go home faster, there is something I want to talk about.~

Icha sent another message to her husband this time asking him to come home early. But unlike before, this time Riyadh a little long, reply Icha message. Makes Icha more anxious for him.

~Sorry baby, I promise tomorrow I'll hear you. Tomorrow, we have time to talk all day.~

Without a second thought Icha immediately replied.

~ Yes I've been to the mas office now! I wait until it's over there.~

Not up to one minute Icha immediately get a reply.

And sure enough, five minutes less than the half-hour that Riyadh promised, the man's car was parked in front of their house.

From inside the car, Riyadh could see Icha sitting waiting for him on their porch." Honey why wait here, why not just inside?" Ask Riyadh. As he approached his wife.

Riyadh gave the back of his hand to kiss Icha. After it was his turn to kiss the back of Icha's hand and palm, the custom was never missed.

" Dear what are you talking about?" Riyadh asked, taking off the buttons on his sleeve and then repeated them to the elbow. The man followed his wife into the house while carrying her briefcase. " Dear." Call Riyadh, because Icha did not stop his steps, he continued to walk into their room. Riyadh would not want to follow his wife.

Upon arrival in the room, Icha put her husband's belongings into place. The woman did not turn around in the slightest to stare at Riyadh. Because if he did it the tears that he had been holding back would definitely drip out without being able to prevent it anymore.

" Icha." Calling Riyadh, the man pulled Icha's arm gently, until Icha's body hit the chest of his field. " Why?" Asked the man, looking deep into the teary eyes of Icha, a single blink. Her tears would instantly drip in that instant.

" I have to ask! Mas why? I realized, but that's avoiding me." His words were followed by a clear liquid dripping down his cheeks . " I'm not a kid, mom! I'm not stupid, either, I know I'm avoiding me." She continued pointing at the chest of her husband's field.

"Darling, sorry I didn't mean to do that, I was tormented doing this but I could what! Now here I can't help but touch you! I don't want to be selfish, baby I don't want to see you scared like that night anymore." Riyadh's Obviously. The man did not want his wife to misunderstand his head. " I'm sorry, sorry, honey. Sorry for hurting you with my attitude." Riyadh hugged Icha's body so tightly, repeatedly saying sorry for his wife.

"Don't avoid me anymore, I don't like it, if you want we can try it again. " Icha looks so frustrating. I am afraid of being left behind by Riyadh. " Come on, we can try it now Icha is ready. " His urge, looking up, pulled the nape of Riyadh to kiss him.

" dear. " Call Riyadh, the man wanted to prevent Icha but saw his wife who was so passionate. Riyadh is not willing to hurt him again.

The man restrained Icha's skull and kissed her on the lip and so far everything has been fine. Icha responds to her kiss until the two kiss each other back without breaking their eyes.

Feeling that the body of Icha does not show the reaction response as usual. Riyadh immediately laid Icha's body on the bed and As the Kiss descended on Icha's Nape, the woman spontaneously closed her eyes, feeling the sensation given by Riyadh, along with that dark shadow. But Icha tried not to scream, but the response showed the bodies made Riyadh stop. How not Icha until the seizure.

Riyadh, which is already in battle ready mode, should harbour its taste as much as possible, for the good of it. Make him calm until his body relaxes again as before.

And once he had regained his composure, Icha immediately cried. " Have divorced me." Pinta Icha took Riyadh by surprise. Icha don't want to be selfish anymore.

" What are you saying?"

" Perse me." The inscription, "I won't be able to be a wife, I don't_" Icha can't go on and just cry.