MY FORMER DARK LOVER
Escape From Home
The body that fell on the floor, making the hand feel a little pain due to scratched fragments.
"Here ...here, you. Basic wife is useless, always bothering people!" growled Mas Bayu's voice has pulled my hair back.
"Aaaa, it hurts Mas."
"M*mp*s 'was you."
This heartache when the words mas Bayu continue to squeeze the soul. The tears did not go away with this pain. Insults and insults kept coming for me.
The chest began to feel tight and hot, when the Bayu mas continue to mention the ugliness of parents. Netra glanced at the broken jars, and slowly the hand attempted to grab it immediately.
Sreeiiiiis, once turned over the body of a shrapnel, managed to hit the dead man's skin.
No matter if the hair is pulled, the most important thing is that I am satisfied if I can fight back and reciprocate the treatment.
"Aaaaa, Shit!" objurgation.
"Mas ... mas, are you okay?" ask the kuntilanak women who are pretentious to pay attention.
"Aaaah, really a fucking woman," cried Mas Bayu already covered his face with his hands.
The lips were already turning a satisfied smile, when looking at the cruel man could be weak as well. A blood flow began to flow through his cheeks. Ceramic tiles do not escape there is a reddish stain.
"Here ...here you are, you girls don't have ot*k!" Mas Bayu began to come forward to return my treatment.
"What ... what? If you dare to go!" My opponent is already brandishing the shards of the urn extending towards the husband.
"Aaah, fuck. You're really getting brave now, huh."
"I wouldn't dare hurt you, if you hadn't hurt me either."
"Indeed, you deserve to hurt me, for I dared to marry you. If there is no woman b*d*h like you maybe I am happy with the woman I love," said Mas Bayu still blame this self.
"I should blame your parents not me."
"B*lsit, for all that. I still don't accept it. Especially now that you dare to hurt my skin."
"I'm sorry, Mom. You started torturing me first, so don't blame me if you can fight now let alone have denied you," said already sobbing regret, while afraid if the wrath of the husband will be full back beat.
"Much of your talk, crazy woman!" cursed again.
"Yes, I'm crazy right now, because crazy loves you and blind to your charms, but it's all gone now because of your treatment that keeps hurting my heart, and if you know I'm even crazier now, because hate is deepened already lived in the heart," Words that do not want to succumb.
"I'm sorry it's like this, Mom. It's also because of you, so don't blame myself for daring to fight."
"Excuse me, sorry."
Klenting, the shards of the urn I've thrown in every direction.
"Hey, where are you ladies t*l*l! Hey, come back here you .. hey Jihan," cried the voice of the husband's rudeness.
Step hastily died lovebirds who have played crazy and managed to hurt me. Tears continued I swept by hand as the drops continued to flow.
The motor engine was turned on. Without caring anymore there will be an accident, the machine has been put forward with a strong affirmation. The mind is so confused and chaotic. The tears kept flowing. The face is not shaped messy, to the point of forgetting to wear a helmet.
In the mind now there is only one goal, namely to the house of Satria. Perhaps only he can ease the emotions and disappointment in my heart now.
Motorcycles are parked in every direction. Hands were ceaselessly wiping away the tears that were growing unstoppable again like a waterfall endlessly flowing.
Tok .. tok .. tok, the door is slow but fast and continuous intonation.
"Shortly ... a minute!" Saut Satria's voice from inside.
Ceklek, the door is open.
"Damor, you!" Satria's shock stared in astonishment.
"I'm sorry I disturbed you!" I said while sobbing.
"Astagfirullah, what's going on here, Jihan. Why are you so fucked up like this?" satria asked, gently stroking my right shoulder.
As a result of not being able to support my own body, I fell down while crying. The body feels so weak, it is no longer strong to support the burden I am facing now.
"Oh God, Jihan. You don't do this!" Satria immediately hugged my body while aligning a crouching position.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Shouted as loud as he could in a sob of pain.
"Have ... no, don't do this. Patience .. patience."
"Tell ... Tell me Satria? What ... what, my fault now?" keep the dew flowing.
"You calm down, okay. Don't do this!" Satria's voice began to rasp, as she watched my unceasing self continue to cry.
His face and eyes were getting red, as tears continued to flow.
"How can I calm down. The husband I respect continues to torture the bathin, and without a doubt the whole body continues to be the target of his beating. Ahhhhhh!" The hand was already patting the chest, which felt like it could not breathe air anymore properly.
"Have ... already, stop this. I can't bear to see you so screwed up, "The head has been held strong and placed in the field.
The wound that was so painful, again gaped splashed with salt. It's so sad, so it feels better that I might just die, and maybe it would make a husband I respect happy, if there were no bullies like myself around him anymore.
"Do I have to end this life, so that Bayu can live happily with that woman?" The voice was raspy no longer clear.
"Don't .. don't, say it, Jihan."
"But she always thought of me as a bitch and even embarrassed her.
"Don't you ever assume all of Bayu's bullshit is real. He's just a jerk, blind and dead. His words will definitely bear karmic fruit, so don't blame yourself or think you'll end your life." Satria had already held my two cheeks, to stare at the focus of her face that seemed to be starting to wry as well.
The sobs of crying I strengthened. The heart is not restrained anymore the pain. Still accept that the Bayu mas do not love or hit, but why should bring another woman home and do the forbidden relationship, which seems to me this is the woman who should be discarded and unwanted.
The body was led by Satria to enter his house, perhaps unsightly to the neighbors who were watching me sitting down again fell in sorrow. It felt like the tears were gone, so I could only be as hiccupped with a gasp of breath.