Nyctophile
Injures

Injuring or getting hurt is easy, just do what you don't like and you will feel the pain and the hurt will come back.

After one night with Ares in a different room, yes.I was in the bathroom until the dawn of dawn reverberated, I just got out of there, when I wanted to perform dawn prayers.

Ares was not in the room, maybe he had gone to the mosque with my father, my first prayer that should have been with my husband, but I could not, because it was Ares.

The man I once admired, because of his gaze, because of his indifferent but surprising attitude, now I married him with a deep black stain between me and him.

After the dawn prayer, I did not stand up, I taught until all my emotions subsided, so I could go back to pretending to be okay, because the most important thing is now just the calmness of the mother, she said, I don't want you to have any more problems.

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"Assalamualaikum" said the man who else if not Areska Bagaskara.

"Waalaikumsalam" I said briefly, I immediately got up and left the room, but Ares' hand prevented me.

"It's not like this Za" he said.

I looked into those eyes, the eyes that used to be so shady as I looked at Aisyah, I'm sorry Aisyah who has taken away your happiness, you know, forgive me for making you a widow at the age of your one-week marriage.

"Za, if you can't forgive me yet, can you not avoid, if you can't accept me yet, can be ordinary when you're near me, your attitude is like this, your attitude is like this, it makes you more tormented."

"I'm sorry Za, but Za hopes you can understand" I said, then took off Ares' hand, which still held me hard.

"You know it hurts" I said as I took off the hand.

"I'm sorry again and again I hurt you" he said.

I went out wearing a mukena, preparing breakfast for my father and mother because our housekeeper was sent home by my father and mother, and he said he wanted to take care of his own mother.

"yes, Za doesn't want my dad and mom to have breakfast overtime."

"Where's the ice?" ask the father again while looking at the door.

"No idea." I said.

"I don't know, haven't you met yet?"

"Snortly enough! Za needs time, don't force Za to know everything about her" I said with teary eyes.

"Za, Ares your husband, however God unites you, it is better to accept it, to give it all away."

"Za knows, but it's still very sick and scared here sir" I said pointing to my left chest.

"Yes you know, you leave yourself, until calm, forgive the father who interfered too much, after this you can run everything as you want."

I went, without another word, and I continued making breakfast, oatmeal porridge for my mom, there was toast and seafood fried rice on the dinner table, seafood fried rice is Ares' favorite food, I know how I made it, I don't really hate it, it's just that I need time to forgive him, no matter how he is my priest now, who will take me sailing, whether heaven or hell, I will go with him, his ridhonya now that determines me.

They were enjoying breakfast while I, I went towards the reading room, I wanted to dodge Ares, dodge until I dared to look back into his eyes.

If I get tired of reading, I head to the dining room, all the dishes and cutlery are clean, but there was a plate of toast that had been smeared with peanut butter with cheese and sweet white condensed milk lying on the table with a plastic wrap lid.

Is it true that for me, Ares still knows what food I always order with Aisyah, even though when with Aisyah, Ares's attention is always on Aisyah.

brother Ais forgive me, forgive your students for making things messy. Again these tears were unstoppable, and I wiped them with my fingers.