Secret Wife MAFIA
20. Remembering the Past Together

Silka's tired body, which was in Max's arms, drooped helplessly as they had just fused in the beauty of love and longing.

"Ah, why are you so savage this time?" ringis Silka, her frail body as if boneless.

"It seems, it's true what people say. B3rc1nta after a fight will feel more meaningful. Moreover, we haven't done it in a long time. Honestly, I've missed it so much. But, I'm under the brink of unbridled hatred because you were so brave to accept Jodi, when you were Max's wife."

Silka threw away her face. "Sorry, at that time a Jodi was able to steal all my attention to all his attitudes. However, a Max is just a cold man who won't see me at all after forcing me to marry him."

Max pulls Silka's body behind him. "Do you know, I've been in love with you since you were seven?"

Silka looked into Max's eyes deeply. He did not understand what this man had just said.

"Did you remember, a wounded student? You took him to your house and treated all the wounds that young man had."

Silka closed her eyes, trying to remember all of the events. "Ah, I think I remember. A student of tall stature and handsome face after his wound was cleaned." Silka tried to recall the young man's face.

Then, Silka looked at Max's face and her forehead moved as if remembering something. "Is that young man you?" Silka stroked Max's face, which no longer had a beard and mustache.

"The young man who had a cut on his face, didn't he? Yes, that's me," Max replied gently. Max's hand began to caress Silka's face, which was so locked inside her heart.

Silka paused for a moment, digesting all the information she had just received. His mind drifted into the past, recalling how he cared for the young man with great affection and care.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" silka asked in a shaken voice.

Max looked at Silka with a look of regret. "I'm scared. I fear I will be a burden to you. I'm afraid you won't accept me with my wounds and shortcomings. I want to be better, to be someone you can be proud of."

Silka felt a warmth in her chest. He clasped Max's hand affectionately. "Max, no one is perfect in this world. We all have wounds and shortcomings. The most important thing is how we accept and love each other with all our circumstances. I don't need a perfect version of you, I just need someone beside me to stand by me."

Max smiled gently, his heart filled with a feeling of relief and happiness. She felt accepted by Silka as she was, unconditionally.

"I mean, when you came to my house today, I felt something was different. There is a change in me. I felt like there was a power that led me to express my true feelings" Max said gratefully.

Silka touched Max's cheek gently. "I feel the same way, Max. I miss you, and my heart is always filled with you. We've been through a lot together, and I want us to continue this journey together, building a future full of love and happiness."

They smiled at each other, feeling an unstoppable vibe of love between them. One reunification occurred until Silka felt really unable to wiggle anymore.

"You, there's really no death, Max." Silka pecks Max's chest.

Max gently expressed the tenderness and warmth of his boundless heart. Both continue to enjoy their intimate moments with gentleness and intimacy.

Inside the room still lit by the sunlight, they depict a beautiful and soul-stirring love story. No more doubts, no more uncertainties. There is only trust and sincerity in their every move that fills and complements each other.

The two of them experienced the peak of happiness together, grasping tightly at each other, enjoying such intense and profound ecstasy. They are fascinated by the intimacy they share, and in that moment, they feel like one united soul.

Upon reaching the intoxicating******, they lay on the bed with gasping breaths. Max hugs Silka tightly, while Silka rests her head on Max's warm chest. They whispered each other affectionate words and clasped each other's hands tightly, feeling a presence so real and irreplaceable.

In a gentle embrace, they felt an incredible calm and peace. They know that they have found their true place, a place where they can express their love freely and sincerely.

🎵la la la🎵

Silka's tone of call reads. He reflexively stared at the clock on the wall. "Religion!" Silka tried to get up, but her body just felt unable to anymore.

"Why, Honey?" tanya Max stroked Silka's hair.

Silka felt her phone still ringing. On the screen of the phone is written the name of the school teacher of the twins. "Hallo Miss, yes forgive me. I'll pick them up soon."

Silka glanced at the time that had shown at 12 PM. "Ah, why am I not aware that we've been struggling for so long."

Silka tried to move her legs which still felt trembling. Max glanced at the woman who became his wife back. He moved and lifted the exhausted body.

"Let Tom pick them up. We clean up and wait for them here." Max takes Silka into the bathroom and places her in the bath. He immediately called Tom.

"You picked up my two kids at their school!"

"Ready, Boss!" tom is excited. "Looks new, you just prepared a sister for the twins huh, Boss?" tom Canda.

Max just closes the call and helps Silka clean up.

Shortly after they prepared, there was a very loud crying sound. Juno and Jena are heard roaring and Silka reflexively chases the door to find out what is going on.

Silka's face was flabbergasted to see her two children crying with shock over the sling of several men dressed in all black.

"What did you do to my children?" Silka greeted the two boys and hugged them.

Max appears and throws a throb. "Why are they crying like that?" ask Max.

"Sorry, Boss. They don't want to come with us. So, we were forced to carry them to come home with us."