I'm the One You're wasting
The Contents of Each Heart

"Stay with me though, the trials and trials ahead are still waiting for us to pass together." Arash said it was to commemorate Witma. "I hope also you won't have the intention to turn away from me like you used to." He seems to be very afraid if Witma turns away from him as she used to.

"Abang, I will try to remain standing beside my brother, even though the storms of life will always be a trial and test in our household." Witma replied to Arash. "And you know that right now I'm the one who's afraid that you'll turn your back on me because I'm self-conscious, about who I am and what my status is to marry a single brother." He is currently issuing his heart when he accidentally saw a lot of photos of women who are very beautiful and so b*hay was in the drawer when he was told by Arash to put their marriage book.

Arash immediately rubbed the head of Witma who was still using the hijab with his right hand because his left hand was still at home hugging Witma's waist. "Look at me ..," he said in a soft voice.

Witma looked up when she heard Arash's words and at that moment two pairs of beautiful eyeballs met each other.

"I've been waiting too long for you Witma to be my wife as I am now so why should you be afraid of me turning to another heart?" arash asked as their eyes were still staring at each other. "Don't you also know for yourself why I'm willing to wait for your servant, because I believe and believe that my soul mate is you even though I'm not your first mate."

Arash now turns stroking Witma's cheek. "I rejected many women just for the sake of you being a Witma, is that not enough proof that I really sincerely love and love you until this very second?" He just wants to tell Witma about his feelings that were and are now never changed or faded in the slightest. "Therefore I am to you Witma, waiting for you while still in the status of a wife. Forgive me for loving someone's wife in silence but always say her name openly in the presence of the owner of this universe."

Witma just quietly heard the sentence that Arash uttered, he did not think that Arash was really that loyal to him and now he immediately silenced because he could not say anything more after hearing it all said from Arash's mouth.

"Then I ask you never to doubt me again, what else now we have become husband and wife in a marriage bond that can only be separated by a white cloth." Arash had long been waiting for a moment like this where he would halally touch Witma. "Now sleep seems like you are sleepy, after all we still have a lot of time to discuss the problems of the contents of each of us as now." Slowly Arsah let go of her embrace and switched to holding Witma's fingers while guiding her up on a king zize-sized mattress with her black sheet mixed in white like Witma's favorite color.

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"Now God has shown me who is the man who can lead me to the right path." Witma smiled bitterly as the face of Reka who always looked happy shortly after making the vow now began to ring again in her memory.

"Honey," Arash called gently when he saw Witma sitting and just being quiet like a mannequin on a mattress. "Why did you wake up?" he asked as he continued to approach Witma. "Darling ...," he called again. However, the result was the same if Witma did not respond and in the end he who thought Witma was not feeling well immediately spread his forehead shortly after he sat on the bedside.

While Witma who was shocked just suddenly brushed off Arash's hand violently. "Don't, don't .. don't! P*kul I'm mas!" Witma formed a cross on both of her hands.

"Hi, this is me your husband Witma," Arash tried to calm Witma down while whispering that word in Witma's ear.

"Mas don't do this, my body is already feeling so much pain!" Witma whimpers in pain exactly like the person who is on p*kul.

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