Karma Durhaka's Wife
151. Heartache
The figure that closed the front door with a slightly strong sound was Bagus Setiawan— Princess's first husband.
It turned out that the man had not yet gone from his contract because there were items left behind. He forgot his jacket in the front seat.
However, when he returned, he heard the conversation between Princess and Arya.
Even looking from the front window, what happened between them.
His heart had forced him to just leave and forget his jacket. It's not a problem not to bring a jacket.
It is not an obligation to bring the jacket. However, it was his brain that forced him to stay.
This time the brain beat his heart. He was already struck by curiosity about what happened to the two of them in there. He wanted to know what would happen if he were not in the house.
At first it was still ordinary with the conversation of the two of them that he thought was not important to hear. He was also used to being fooled by the second husband of the Princess.
Not at all hurt because Arya had said that she was stupid because she loved the Princess too much.
That is a fact, so why be angry about something that is actually a fact?
Let's say he's stupid for that reason, Good really doesn't matter for that.
He was stupid and admitted it only for that one. Love has blinded his heart and mind.
'I still love him to this day. I will not let the Princess suffer. So, all the words of Arya was true. I can't be angry for a truth.'
'Even if it is said by someone else who is the second husband of my own wife, ' murmured Good to himself.
He was also still ordinary with all their chatter. It is good to listen without doing anything.
He just wanted to know how far the conversation would go. Though feeling that his feeling began to feel bad, but still hold on to his position. Until finally saw Arya began to wrap both hands on the Princess' shoulder with affection.
Unknowingly both hands were firmly clenched. I want it to feel like he punched the window glass in front of him to vent his emotions and jealousy from Arya's actions.
However, know that he can not do that because there will only be problems that come if it comes to release to vent emotions.
Neither did it want to look like a coward peeking at the actions of the two from outside the window.
Not only got there, in fact Arya also kissed his wife's lips very friendly and that is very painful to see is the fact that the Princess did not refuse the kiss at all.
Of course the Princess will not refuse him because they both have become husband and wife.
His heart ached at the sight of Adam and the air inside there busy laughing at their strange sentences.
The wound in his already formed heart widened to make him completely unable to hold it anymore.
His two hands even clenched even stronger just by looking at that. Especially if he sees firsthand his wife sleeping with Arya.
It could be very destroyed and maybe he will immediately choose to leave the house.
'Why do you do this so much? Why would you betray me like this? Can't you just leave it and go back to our family? I promise I'll change for you better.'
'I promise to give you whatever you want. Even trying as hard as you can. So please leave him!'
The tears rolled freely through her cheeks. It is clear that he is really very injured at the moment.
There were no more words spoken, no plea he could say directly to the woman inside.
Moreover, he did not have enough guts to ask the woman back.
He knew he was disappointing. There's no way the Princess left him without a reason.
However, in fact, all those feelings of pain would only continue to accumulate in his heart. The wound will continue to grow larger and will never dry up.
The heartache he felt would never be able to disappear if in the end the Princess was not going to come back with him again.
According to people, if there is a man who cries for a woman, it means loving the woman very much.
That sentence is indeed true because the cry Good currently he gave as evidence of loving the Princess.
Evidence that he could not see the Princess had to be with other men.
The culmination of the pain that Good had to accept that morning was when he heard the conversation of Princess and Arya who said impliedly that the two of them would have intercourse.
Even last night he could not sleep because he had heard the voice of the Princess moaning from the next room. Although only subtle, but still he knows that it is ******* enjoyment.
He is not stupid just to catch the intent of the conversation between the two of them.
‘It turns out as painful as this, does it feel like being betrayed directly? The princess has been doing this behind my back for a long time.'
'However, all this time I never realized it until he himself confessed all his deeds. As soon as I saw and heard it like this, I knew as much as it would feel to be betrayed.’
The man wiped his tears when he saw Arya had returned to the main room and the Princess also entered into the room owned by her son.
With a quick movement, Bagus immediately opened the door and picked up his jacket that was in the front seat.
He came out after getting his jacket. However, like wanting to leave a trace, he deliberately closed the front door with a slightly rude movement to make a sound that was strong enough and seemed to be heard by the Princess later.
But good no longer cares. He could no longer bear all the pain in his heart and would no longer turn around to see if the Princess was bothered by his attitude just now or not.
Good is sure that the woman will definitely ignore him and prefer to quickly go into the room and do the relationship together with her second husband.
No matter how strong a man feels, he will definitely be able to feel the name of heartache if he gets betrayal from a loved one.
Not only women can feel it because men also have that kind of feeling.
It was hard to be loyal, but all this time it was good to just look at the Princess without turning her head towards another woman.
Unfortunately, it was precisely the woman who could not take care of her own heart.
The wife who actually cheated him and chose to be with other men.
To be continued...