I'm the One You're wasting
Moving House Again

"We have to get away from here" Arash said suddenly as he reached his home.

Witma who heard that immediately felt astonished because she did not understand Arash who had just come to take her away when just yesterday afternoon Arash invited her to the house at this peak. "Remain calm, what exactly has happened?" Witma spoke meekly and with her dear gaze when she accidentally saw her husband's cheek there was a red mark. His hand slowly felt the flushed cheeks instantly he again recalled about the Roses who often slapped him and left a trace like the one on Arash's cheek. "Abang, who did this?" The net began to glaze over.

"Honey, for now don't ask about anything first, we better get out of here." Arash lowered Witma's hand that was still on her cheek. "Come, we'll take Tami to school too, later in the car you'll tell me everything." He grabbed Witma's wrist. "Honey, come on," he asked once again when he saw Witma was just silent.

"Abang, what is this former tamp*ran parents aba–"

"Darling, we'll get out of here first, I promise you I'll tell you everything in the car." Arash cuts off Witma's speech.

Witma gave a small nod and in the end she listened to Arash by following the steps of her husband to leave the house without saying a word.

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"Where are we going, brother?" tami asked when she saw the car that Arash drove into the small alleys that apparently fit only one car.

"Sister doesn't know either, we better be quiet" replied Witma quietly because she knew her husband's mood was not upset. Therefore he chose to stay still along the way because his position was sitting currently behind with Tami and let Arash sit alone in front.

"Sister quarreled with brother Arash?"

Tami could only nod a small sign of understanding.

Not long ago the car that Arash drove stopped in a minimalist house but looks very elegant. "We've arrived, now let's go down." Arash glanced back where Witma and Tami were currently glancing at each other. "Let's go down," he asked once again when he saw Witma and Tami just kept quiet.

"Tam, you go down first Brother wants to talk to Arash's sister for a moment" whispered Witma in Tami's ear.

Tami nodded as she opened the car door then she got down and immediately ran small towards the house dyed with bright gray paint.

"Abang, why choose a place to live far from the capital?" witma asked shortly after Tami got out of the car.

"Later tonight we will discuss this again, dear, now we better get down," replied Arash with a smile as he looked at the look on Witma's anxious face.

"It's all my fault, so my brother and brother's family fought like this." Witma lowered her head while squeezing the tip of her hijab. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." He just keeps blaming himself.

"No one's guilty of this, believe me everything will be fine." Arash's hands stretched out and stroked Witma's head. "Darling, you love you more than you love yourself."