THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Back Injured.

The meeting was completed as promised, Marsel intends to pick up his daughter. He hurried over, picking up the shirt that covered the watch.

"Why rush sir?" siska asked, walking breathlessly unable to align her footsteps to chase after Marsel.

"There's business" he answered briefly then walked into the room.

Checklots.

"Honey.." he said catch the figure of his new wife tired of watching television Diah play mobile phone.

"Have you finished, sir?" tanya Diah immediately moved from her seat.

"Have.." he said, wiping Diah's head. Then put the file on the table. "I'm going to the bathroom for a minute" he continued. After being asserted by Diah, he rushed to make a call of nature.

"Let's go" her hands curled up to Diah's waist after finishing from the toilet. They're about to get out. However, when she was about to open the door, Diah stopped wanting to wear the mask again.

"NO! Marsel pulled the mask from Diah's hand and threw it in the trash.

"Yes... Why was he dumped?" Diah pouting.

"You are now my wife, so there is no need to cover up, unless you do not like it, I am your husband" said Marsel.

"It's not so, but..." Diah.

"Don't make excuses" Marsel pressed Diah's lips with a finger. He gave up and opened the door.

"Sis, clear the meeting today" said Marsel, standing in front of Siska's desk.

Siska gaped not lost his mind, about the scene this morning has now been shocked again by the hands of Marsel who coiled in the stomach of Diah.

"Siska" Marsel repeated.

"Well sir" Siska's lips kept clenched, staring at Diah's steps, and Marsel looked romantic, clenching his hands.

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Marsel with Diah until the parking lot and then entered the car after opening the door by mamang.

In the car, Marsel's hands will not be silent, always insulting Diah. Mamang looked at them from the rearview mirror smiling to himself.

The car stopped in the courtyard of a towering building consisting of 60 floors.

"Why are we getting off here, sir?" diah asked in astonishment, reading the writing of a five-star hotel.

"Let's go in" Once again Marsel hugged Diah's shoulder and invited her into the lobby, then to the receptionist.

"Master! answer first? why are we here, keep... Lita how?" Diah turned her palm.

"Don't worry, honey" Marsel clutches Diah's hand still confused what her husband wants to do.

"Liar Lita picked up Mamang, tonight we stay here, okay..."

Diah Susanti PoV's.

I didn't expect that Marsel would take me to stay at this hotel.

I'm in Marsel's sidecar, into the hallways to the hotel room. He smiled at me. Ah this guy always gives me surprises, it's been many times.

We were in the suites room, with large windows almost touching the floor.

I opened the ceiling-looking curtains, and the view of the city was amazing.

Then I went to the bathroom, after Marsel came out, a luxurious marble floor, with a shower, and a bathtub. Actually without having to go to the hotel, Marsel's room was like this.

"Come here" He patted the bed next to him, apparently he had opened a shirt, and a suit, even a t-shirt inside. Until it looks like his field chest.

"Sir" he no longer answered directly to ambush my lips.

I dissolved in the fondling of his messengers, and it was time for me to give my body to my husband.

I pray that my marriage will no longer hurt each other, my heart or his heart, like my previous marriage.

"I love you" she whispered in my ear. We both felt the pleasure of heaven. I finally slept in his arms.

In the afternoon I woke up from sleep, it felt cold to infiltrate the skin, it turned out that the blanket we were wearing both fell to the floor.

I turned to Marsel, without a single sheet of cloth on his body, looking sound in his sleep.

I immediately grabbed a blanket to cover her body. One hand dangled to the edge of the bed and I was right.

However, my eyes were fixed on her ring finger, tucked in a wedding ring but not the one we bought both before we got married.

I held her fingers reading closer the name on the ring. ARABELLA'S?

Deg.

My chest felt slashed severed, then I looked back at his face, and his body still had not changed its position.

This is what I'm afraid of, who is Arabella? or is this her previous wife, could it be that Marsel still loves her? otherwise, why would he still wear the ring.

My tears I couldn't stand, I sat on the floor leaning against the bed, looking up regretfully. Why don't I ask her where her old wife was before we got married.

Because I thought, he didn't want to blame who I was, and my life was long ago. So I also believe in him.

I took a deep breath, I exhaled violently. Am I destined to be an actor? if Marsel still has a wife?

Imagining that, my breathing grew increasingly congested. Will mama Calista ever return? and in the end I will be separated again.

Soon I went into the bathroom, flushed my body. My tears are flowing more and more.

After the bath I took the ablution water, the Ashar prayer, all told to Allah.

O Allah. I admit, there were too many sins I committed in the past, but not enough karma?

O Allah, allow me to build a home until the end of my life. If Marsel is my soul mate.

Enough Abim, and Alfredo who became massalu. And Marsel remains my future.

Uh! remember Alfred's hard-earned name I tried to forget to lose the love in my heart, and I finally found Marsel I thought would heal my heart's wounds. But I was wrong, so the wounds of my heart that had begun to dry were now scratched back.

I thought there would no longer be any pain in my heart, once I accepted Marsel, not once did he agree to marry me. But I was wrong, it turns out that the name Arabella is still engraved in his heart.

O Allah, how foolish I am, why not make my previous marriage a lesson.

"Hiks hyss" I prostrated myself, spilling all the pain in my heart.

"Honey.." apparently my tears woke Marsel up he was down sitting next to me.

I woke up from prostration, wiping my tears.

"Honey, why are you crying?" He grabbed my body that was still wearing a face.

"No, maybe because I prayed too fervently" I replied lying, I do not want to ask this question now, because I have not been able to accept the fact that a new household of a few days will end painfully.

"Oh yeah, I took a shower" I looked at him from behind, not believing, that even a man as good as he was, could lie to me like Alfred used to. Then why did he marry me? it turns out I'm nothing more than a baby sitter.

Abim... Have you not forgiven me? until I always have a nasp like this? The lies that I used to tell Abim are now attacking me.

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