Secret of Culunku's Wife

Secret of Culunku's Wife
Old wounds that are back open


The beautiful woman who now looked very seductive was rising from her seat next to her husband. He walked towards a window and opened a curtain that blocked the silent moonlight of the night. The woman looked up at the sky watching the twinkling stars. Imagining one of those rays is Asila Amiranda, her own best friend.


"I was in that place because Asila asked me to come, she sent me the location point of a place. He asked me to come along with Reiner immediately." Ara paused her explanation.


The woman took a deep breath by closing her eyes, as the sadness re-entered the recesses of her soul and exhaled slowly.


What a tragic event it is the worst thing in his life, after the tragedy that befell his parents. The tragedy that cost her a mother.


"As soon as I got the news from Sila, I immediately rushed to the place sent by my best friend. When we got there, it turned out that the place was a trap set for him. In that place we only found your car that was already in a state of severe damage. Me and Reiner split up, hurriedly searching for the whereabouts of Sila that we didn't know where she was at the time." Ara stopped her explanation.


His heart was deeply wounded when it had to open that old wound again. Where he was frightened when he found his friend in a state of severe injury. But the woman still continues to try to protect men who have been battered because they were beaten up by some masked people.


Looking at the silent wife with a trembling back. Ali got up and approached Ara. The man touched his wife's shoulder and pulled her until the woman he loved turned her back. Dangan quickly Ali held the wife into his arms. Ara's explanation was enough to make her understand, and she wasn't ready to go back on that memory either. The memory where he found the lover was already in a stomach that was stuck with a knife.


"Already, Moon. Enough's enough! I'm not ready to hear this right now."


Ara was crying in the warm embrace of her husband. The couple tried to strengthen each other in the warm embrace they channeled. Although Ara's explanation wasn't finished, she wasn't brave enough to remember it anymore.


"Sorry, Sun. Sorry, because I couldn't save Asila back then." Ara looked up, looking at the husband with tears still flowing from the corner of her eyes.


Ali let go of the embrace, his big hand raised caressing the cheek of the wife who was still in tears. His heart really hurt when he knew the facts of the events that had been experienced by him.


Ara reflex wrapped her hands around her husband's neck. Her beautiful eyes that had flooded with tears now looked at the husband with gratitude. At least now he no longer has a secret that will make his relationship with the husband tenuous even messy.


A husband who now only wears shorts and plain T-shirts was walking with steady steps. His eyes looked at his loving wife. He was very proud of the honesty expressed by his wife, although that honesty made him very surprised and hurt.


As soon as he got to the bed, Ali lowered his wife from her carriage slowly. He treated his wife like a queen because she deserved to be lamented by her husband. A woman who is so strong and strong in the face of all the trials that come her way. Even he was so persistent as to get love from her.


Ali covered his wife with a thick blanket that they had been using since. The man went inside. Then allow the wife to make her arms as a pillow. Ara just according to what Ali is doing now. The man does look very loving, not like he used to only be gentle in front of others.


A few minutes later, Ara had not been able to close her eyes. The woman was still reminded of the dark events of the past that she was forced to reopen. Ali who saw the wife had not yet slept finally had the idea to prank her.


"Moon," called him affectionately as he stroked his wife's beautiful hair.


"Hem," Ara simply replied with deheman.


"Would you sleep or work on a new project with me?" ali said with a blink in his eyes.


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