
Aditya immediately got up from the bed that has given satisfaction to him. Aditya enters the bathroom without a thread on his body.
Aditya turned on the shower and immediately cleaned himself under the shower by scratching his head with 2 stairs head filled with soap foam.
The cross of Felly's cry that was just in her rape flashed through her mind. Aditya also remembered the face of the woman who looked resignedly begging to be released. It actually makes Aditya remind how his brother who used to be like that.
Aditya stuck his 2nd hand on the bathroom wall bowing his head staring at the floor.
" Fuck, why should I be sorry for him, he started it. He who volunteered to interfere in this," furious Aditya with a severed breath. It was as if there was a little regret about what he did.
Never in his whole life has he done anything rude to women. What else he just did.
He realized that what he did was rape, which made his mind screwed up and even thought that he was the same as the 3 men who raped his brother. Which 1 of the men had already entered the prison.
" Akkhhhhh." cried Aditya squeezing his hair in frustration.
After cleaning himself in the bathroom with all his thoughts between enjoying, feeling satisfied, or sorry mixed into one. Aditya came out of his room with a towel wrapped around his waist
His eyes immediately fell on the bed where there was a woman whose name was not at all known to him.
Aditya picks up his phone and presses Bion's contact.
" Find out the woman who will be Damar's wife" said Aditya who was very curious about the background of the woman who had been robbed of her honor.
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While on the other hand Felly cried sobbing under the shower. She was crying with her clothes stuck to her body.
Crying sitting by hugging her very dirty body. Very mean. Even he was like trash that would be wasted.
In 1 instant night she turned into a dirty girl who had no self-esteem. His honor was taken by a depraved man whose face was still remembered by Felly. The face of the man who enjoyed his body.
Felly pummeled his chest, squeezing his hair scratching, scratching his arms tightly. He still wished this was a nightmare and hoped to wake up soon. I can't stand being in that nightmare.
But he must accept the fact that what happened to him was not a dream. That is reality. He was raped vilely.
Her crying was meaningless, not knowing what else to do she would marry Damar the half-sister of the man who raped her.
But he got that bad luck. What her husband was supposed to have later, was even taken away by the man who was supposed to be her sister-in-law.
" I'm sorry ma, sorry, Felly's sorry, mamafin Felly, ma, sorry," only those words were spoken from Felly's mouth that was really desperate. Apologized to her mother for not being able to take care of herself.
Even the sense of inappropriate had started to spread in his body. There is a word, you are a very dirty woman, making your parents disappointed. You don't deserve to marry a guy like Damar. You are trash and you better die.
The whispers of the demons that began to make him really grew even more worthless. Die. Death is the only way. It crossed his mind.
There is no point in living. His eyes were completely empty and he could think no more. Felly looked at the thin stone stone near the bathroom door.
Felly no longer had a mind. Crammed near that door. His hand without hesitation took the thin stone.
" I can't live like this. There's no point in me living, I'm a dirty woman, very dirty, dirtier than shit, what I live for" said Felly, who completely lost his mind.
Pressing the thin stone on his bleeding hand may be the pull of the stone will hit Felly's pulse. But Felly did not feel any pain.
Felly closed his eyes as he completely convinced himself to no longer exist in this world.
He was tired of his horrible life. He could endure various trials but his already lost honor had no word to endure.
Drett Drett's.
The sound of Felly's phone rang so that it opened its eyes again. Felly realized what he was doing and threw away the stone.
" What am I doing" said Felly, who was scared like a madman. His ringing phone made him quickly pick it up.
Felly saw the incoming call from the aunt. Felly quickly wiped her tears. And pick up the phone.
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Felly had to survive for her mother who was always waiting for her to wake up and get back together with her family.
He also remembered the father who had to be released from prison. And he wanted to see the papa breathe free air. His sister He also remembered the figure of the brother he loved. Then how would it still be the sister if she was dead. Not even his sister's place to complain about every circumstance.
All of that came to his mind when he wanted to commit suicide. He realized his actions were so silly and short-minded that he wanted to eliminate him. Even thinking of not wanting to live anymore.
Felly forgets that he has to stay alive for his mother's recovery. His life is no longer meaningful. But there was no way she would sacrifice her mother's life.
Receiving a call from his aunt. Felly's headed straight to the hospital. Because his bin reported that his mother's condition was getting worse. That was what made him have to survive with his very bad circumstances.
Still very messy. Felly ran through the hospital to where her mother was being cared for.
Felly had already seen her aunt and sister Agni in front of her mother's room with such an anxious face.
" Aunty, Agni what happened?" asked Felly by holding the 2nd hand of his sister who was cold Felly's voice was even very hoarse.
" Sister, sister, mother, mother" said Agni with her trembling lips who could not say anything.
" What's wrong with mom, why mom, what's going on with you?" ask Felly's getting anxious.
" Felly, your mom is in surgery soon, her condition is getting worse" replied Wanti who was so worried.
" Yes my mom will be in surgery Felly will be in..." Felly couldn't go on with her sentence by saying get married.
Does he deserve to be married. Damar can't marry a woman like her. His mother's operation was only to marry Damar which dowry he would use.
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