Pelita Hati Bunda
Back Injured

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AUTHOR POV....

So frustrated Devan is now after Nayla's departure. His departure with a heart full of wounds and certainly also very disappointed and it was all because of Devan. He could not control his anger until he had finally hurt a woman who was completely clean.

Her anger had made her desecrate the sanctity of a Nayla who was abandoned by her husband simply because of a treasure and a position. Nayla has not healed because of the wound and now Devan is adding to the wound.

He thought he would be satisfied after obtaining what appeared within his anger. But it turns out wrong, instead of him being satisfied now he feels that he is like an immoral man. Just like the man who left Nayla.

Regrets will always come after everything happens and that's what Devan is feeling now. She was very sorry for having hurt Nayla's feelings of even having desecrated her.

"Gurghhh!" Shouted Devan so frustrated with everything that had happened and what he was doing.

Now what should he do with this kind of situation he felt very confused and like he had no way out at all. But obviously Devan has to make amends, right?

Devan turned his head back towards the bed that was used to stain Nayla. Her cries, screams were also pleas that she had not heard at all and now it was as if it kept swirling in memory and the sound of screams was like filling her ears.

"I'm sorry, Nay. I'm sorry, "so sorry for everything that's happened but with him can just keep quiet in the room in regret. Devan must try to make amends for all the mistakes.

"This time I've made you suffer so I should make you happy too, Nay. Your suffering must end."

Devan is not at all angry at the thought of how he really feels but obviously Devan has to do something. A good man is he who takes responsibility for all the wrongs He has done, no matter what the most important thing is to make up for everything and that is what Abraham his father always said.

"Sorry, Pa. Devan has disappointed papa, "Subjected in regret when remembering all the advice he always gave to his papa.

Almost two years Nayla worked with her papa and can always be relied on and always talked about when at home.

Mr. Abraham was so admiring a figure like Nayla who was so hardworking and all the rising Gudia company there was also interference from Nayla.

But, in just a matter of days Devan has destroyed everything. Is Nayla going to work with her again?

"No no, I have to apologize to Nayla. He has to keep working here otherwise papa will definitely be very disappointed in me," Devan rushed over.

Devan ran to the bathroom and cleaned up. He should be able to keep Nayla in the company no matter what. Devan should also get sorry.

As soon as Devan hurriedly did anything after finishing cleaning his body and changed into new clothes he rushed after Nayla he had to apologize to her and fix everything.

"Sir, there's a meeting soon. Where are you going?" Ask a staffer to Devan who looks rushed out of the company.

But the speech of the man was not ignored at all by Devan he continued to move forward quickly and immediately approached his latest car in front of his company.

"Sir Devan why?" muttered the staff.

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Every now and then I want to scratch this whole body to remove a trace from Mr. Devan's hand. It feels, the touch of his hand still continues to wander incessantly making me feel even more claustrophobic.

I rubbed many times even the nails also worked and clawed to make wounds in some places.

Pain, the pain in my heart will not go away because of the pain in the wound because of nails despite being exposed to water. Even the water flowing on the floor was red because of the blood that was produced.

I'm disgusted with myself, I hate my dirty body. If I had not been afraid of God, I would have taken a knife and scratched it all over my body so that all the traces of his hands disappeared. It doesn't matter if I'm called a lunatic or maybe the biggest consequence is death.

But, I can't do that. Suicide is what God hates most. Moreover, I still have Ara who really needs me.

"I'm dirty, I'm dirty..." The crying broke again with the moving hands getting more agile rubbing to scratch my own body.

It gets faster and faster when the shadow comes back. I almost went crazy with all this.

"Gurghhh!" My shout was so loud echoing in this twice-two-meter-long bathroom.

Hands turned back to rubbing hair that I felt was also very dirty.

Everything has been touched and there is nothing to miss how I can feel one point is still clean. Everything is dirty and it doesn't feel clean even though I like it for so long even almost two hours here.

Maybe I'm stupid for torturing myself this way, but what else?

I'm sure all women will do the same when experiencing what I'm experiencing right now. Not even a few people ended their lives.

My fatigue is getting hotter attacking all over my body. Even now the feeling of dizziness also slowly came to my head that was wet. Maybe because I also occasionally banged on the wall.

Nobody wants to hear but I don't think anyone will hear because the distance from home to home is not too close and also in these hours everyone goes to work and the kids go to school.

The house is also so quiet, because Ara was invited to Darmi's house this morning. It is usual like that, if all the work is done mbok Darmi will more often invite Ara back home. So no one knows what I'm doing right now.

The longer my head gets dizzy I don't understand because of what. Maybe, it could be because of the inner pressure that I experienced to make the head dizzy and the whole body also has a negative effect.

The sound seemed to run out, the eyes also slowly began to shut until finally....

Bruck...

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Seriate....