Love Word
The wounded heart

Drr..... Drrtt....

Melur's mobile phone rang, those who wanted to eat had to stop. Melur saw the incoming call from an unfamiliar number, Firdaus turned his head towards Melur.

Feeling bad for Firdaus, Melur turned it off again and soon after, his phone rang again with the same number.

"Thanks and speakers right," said Firdaus flatly.

Because he did not want to have another commotion, Melur also lifted the phone.

"Hallo darling, why don't you just get my message back. Are you angry," Melur just kept quiet, he only heard Arkhan's voice.

Not wanting to feel the heartache, he went to the balcony to give Melur space to talk. His heart ached again, he took a cigarette and brought it to life. He clenched his hands tightly.

Jealous fire made him unconscious if his hands were bleeding again because they were too tightly clinging to the iron that limited the balcony.

"He was Arkhan, the man who had made a promise to marry me but in fact his every word was not certain so Abah wanted me to marry you" said Melur standing behind Firdaus.

Silence, no answer. Firdaus continued to puff cigarette smoke with his left hand.

"Do you love her?" Ask Firdaus flatly.

Silence is the answer of Melur if he still loves the man, Firdaus understands all that. He wanted to go to the room and drown his face in the water.

"Don't go, I beg you," said Melur blocking Paradise's path.

"I want to be alone" Firdaus said with a feeling of disappointment, not realizing that his hand had bled from earlier.

Melur clasped Firdaus's hand, feeling Firdaus's right hand wet and he saw fresh blood coming back outside.

"Mas, your hand is hurt," Melur reflexly saw Firdaus' hand, he just kept silent.

It's not my hands that hurt but my heart, my heart that hurts.

"No need, I can do it myself. Do you know, my heart aches when I know in my wife's heart there's another man's name" Firdaus said, leaving Melur alone. Her heart was really sore, wanting her to scream at the relief of the pain in her heart. But whatever, his love did not make Melur aware of the love of Paradise.

Firdaus laid his body hungry, he had magh's disease, and from that day until now there was not a single bit of food in it.

The door opened, Melur came carrying rice and side dishes on the tray, she walked towards her husband after pondering over his mistake.

Mas, eat first," said Melur.

"I'm not hungry" Paradise said.

"Alright, if the mas does not eat I also do not want to eat," said Melur pouting, he pretended to be angry at Firdaus.

Firdaus' reflexes wake up, he just remembers if he hasn't had dinner. He sat down while leaning his back behind the bed.

"But you eat too?" Firdaus.

Melur nodded then began to feed Firdaus, and vice versa. The rice brought Melur was finished, Firdaus drank the water brought Melur earlier.

After eating, Melur brought the tray back to the kitchen and washed it, he walked into the room looking for a P3K box and then opened the bandage of her husband's hand.

"Don't torture yourself like this!" Melur said, Firdaus stared softly at Melur's face in a dress. He cleaned the wound and then dripped medicine so as not to infection. Finished treating her husband, Melur sat staring at a slightly pale face.

"Sleep Mas?" Melur.

"My company here?" Pinta Firdaus's.

Melur nodded and then climbed on his size bed, Firdaus broke his body. Melur opened his veil and slept next to Paradise. Hand paradise coiled around his wife's waist, Melur jerked in shock trying to neutralize his heart beat that is not careless.

"Sleep, tomorrow we'll take a walk" Firdaus said.

"Where?" tanya Melur curious.

"Surprise...!" The word Firdaus approaching his face on Melur's neck made Melur goosebumps.

"B.....!"

"Sleep, only this extent is permissible," said Firdaus increasingly tightened his arms around his wife's waist, Melur just silently trying to close his eyes to sleep.

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