Our Secrets
Ch. 58. Wearied

Chapters. 58

Arriving at the apartment, Sila stared intently at the man who had just entered the apartment in residence. The man is seen taking off his shoes and replacing them with home sandals. Take a leisurely walk to the kitchen and get some drinking water. Although Sila had continued to nag when they decided to stop their jogging.

"Om it's nothing! Make nyium I'm all kinds! Shame, Om! It's the same as her boyfriend. If you want nyium, there, look for Sister Tusha. Don't come to me!" press Sila full of anger.

The woman can't stifle her emotions anymore. After all, who is not angry if treated like a partner, but in fact is not given clear status clarity. Although he did not expect that status at all.

"Keep why is Om acting like my partner? Huh! I don't like it if Om closes my soul mate. Don't worry about having a fiancee, Om continues to act like me. Or because Om thinks I'm a regular guy, still a kid, so Om can play around at will like Om like what Om does. That so?"

Broken was already a pent-up anger all this time. But Sila continued to try to doctrine her mind that this was the best for them, because in reality they needed the cost to survive. Throw away her heart and all sorts of feelings on whatever it is. Undergo what is seen in front of him at the moment, without thinking about the problems to come.

But that patience is exploding now. He could not stand being treated like a mistress. No no, still mending as a mistress because it is still given the title. And himself?

"Ck!" decak Sila while laughing sweetly remembering his life like this.

The woman then took off the outher she was wearing, then threw it originally. It's just free to get angry. After all, she was never considered and only the fetus in her womb was the one the man noticed.

Not wanting to be a doll and also a fool continuously, Please choose to go into the room and immediately take a suitcase neatly stored in the closet.

Opening the door of his other closet, taking his clothes with origin and rough. He can't stand all this. Play house, but not really played. He still has a heart that functions normally.

How surprised Zacky was when he saw Sila packing her things and put them in a suitcase.

"What are you doing?" asked Zacky in a high tone and held Sila's hand. Staring at him with a roaring chest. There was a fear he felt.

Please stare intently at the man who stopped his movement.

"I'm tired, Om! Tired!" he nodded with anger. It's the first time Zacky's seen Sila like this. Even the eyes of the woman glazed over.

"Yes .. I'm sorry about what I did. Udah .. Don't be rash like this, huh? We're talking good. Okay?" persuade Zacky in a gentle tone, though the man held back his growl.

However, Sila did not melt so easily. The woman brushed off Zacky's hand very roughly.

"I'm tired like this all the time! Mending me just let this kid down!" please scream again.

His patience was at the highest level. His taste was as if it was just coming out. He wants to be noticed. Assumed its existence. Want to be free like before.

"Cila ...."

"I'm really tired, Om. Weary. What is my fault, Om? Why would you treat me like this? Why?" cecar Sila with a soft tone and look so sad.