The Ruler's Widower
It's hard to understand

Sahira tries to eliminate the fear in him, he tries to rebel to find a gap in order to escape. “Baj men*dead-dead only you!” sahira's lips quivered with anger.

Instead of regretting or fearing Filio pulled Sahira's hair to get Sahira to stand. When Sahira stood perfectly, Filio's hands pushed Sahira's body to hit the glass on the dresser.

Prangs!

“Aaah,” ringis Sahira. He felt a sharp object stabbing his back.

Filio looked at Sahira's body that had slashed onto the floor, his cruel gaze scaring Sahira to death. Filio was not satisfied punishing Sahira's impudent mouth. He took off his belt.

“Quickly count from one to fifty!”

Sahira's vibrating lips tried to follow Filio's orders. As if he could not fight Filio, the man became even more so when Sahira rebelled.

“One,” says Sahira. Within seconds, Filio's belt hurt Sahira.

Sahira closed her eyes withstanding the pain she felt when Filio's belt injured her body.

“Continue quickly!”

“Du-two.” Sahira biting her lower lip withstood the pain from Filio's lash.

Sahira crawled holding Filio's leg. “Master forgive my mistake, I promise I won't repeat it again.”

Filio kicked Sahira's frail body. “Quick counting, slow once!”

“Three.” Sahira's tears just shed as she felt pain from the flogging of Filio. Sahira can make sure her new husband has no heart, the man is not a human but a demon.

Every Sahira counted, Filio's belt kept darting towards Sahira with the same force in each of his movements.

The moans and cries of Sahira, unable to melt Filio's heart. The man looked casually whipping Sahira.

Sahira wants to lose consciousness so that she does not feel pain anymore. God wants to punish Sahira. Sahira continued to grimace following her rushing tears.

“E-four ... Thirty-nine,” said Sahira painfully making a sound amid the whack of pain.

“Aaaa,” Sahira screeched as Filio's lash hit the wound on his back.

“Five pu-“ hasn't had time for Sahira to finish his words Filio first whipping him for losing patience.

Filio threw his belt in any direction.

Sahira's body lay weakly on the floor, he stared at the back of Filio who disappeared behind the door.

Sahira's hands clenched, she tried to get up. But his body cannot be cooperated. Sahira's entire back is in pain. Fifty whips of Filio left a tremendous amount of pain.

***

Filio glanced at the digital clock on his desk. He took his work coat and put it back on.

Filio called Erik. “Urus meeting this afternoon, I have business.”

“Good Sir,” replied Erik. He hung up the phone and resumed his work.

Filio returned home, his assistant welcoming Filio. “You want me to prepare lunch Sir?”

“No need, send Vira to my room carrying P3K.”

“Good Mr.”

Filio walked towards his room, he took out his room key from his pocket. Filio's hand turned the key twice, then opened the door.

The first thing he saw was Sahira's body still lying on the floor in the same position. “Weak once,” tease Filio.

Filio walks over Sahira's body and enters the bathroom. Fill the bathtub with warm water without soap and then go back outside.

Filio clasped Sahira's body, the woman inside his lap grimacing several times. Filio lowers Sahira's body in a closed closet.

Filio's big hand tore off Sahira's shirt. His activity stopped because Sahira's hand held him. “According!”

Sahira endured the pain as well as endured the embarrassment as Filio undid his entire outfit.

Sahira chose to duck, he did not dare to stare at Filio's bead.

Filio takes Sahira's body into the bathtub. Filio walked away from Sahira when he heard a knock on the door of his room.

“Log in, and clean up the mess inside!” Filio walked towards the room leaving Vira still in the doorway.

For the first time Vira stepped foot into Filio's room. He was surprised to see glass scattered on the floor.

Vira covered her mouth when she saw the blood on the floor. Not wanting to get a Scrap from Filio, Vira immediately cleans up the mess made by her employer.

Sahira closed his eyes, the wounds on his back getting sore as he entered the warm water.

Filio opened the P3K box, put on gloves and scrutinized every wound that was bleeding. He picked up the glass shrapnel that was stuck to Sahira's back very carefully.

“Aaaw,” Sahira.

Filio took a towel to dry Sahira's body. Filio wrapped the towel around Sahira's plain body, then brought his wife back to sit on the toilet.

“Composed.” Filio's hand directed Sahira's entire hair to the front, covering her pale face.

Sahira was silent following Filio's direction.

Filio took the shampoo, his hands massaged Sahira's head until it froth. Rinsed it. Filio took another towel to cover Sahira's wet hair.

As Sahira's body lifted, he leaned his head against Filio's chest. Sahira could hear Filio's regular heartbeat.

Filio lowers Sahira's body on the bed, he goes to walk in closet to pick up Sahira's clothes.

Filio returned and sat down next to Sahira, dressed in P3K clothes and boxes. Filio carefully and slowly closed the wound of Sahira's incision using plaster.

Sahira fell silent enjoying the sensation of pain in her back as Filio applied the ointment on her whip scar.

Lastly Filio put a plaster on Sahira's forehead. After finishing her work, Filio helps Sahira wear clothes.

Sahira tried to lay her body down. Filio quickly helped Sahira lie down on the side so that Sahira's back did not hurt too much because it had to bear the weight.

Sahira notices Filio pulling the blanket over her stomach. “Thank you,” said Sahira lirih.

Filio just stared at Sahira flatly and passed away. There was a sense of regret in Filio's mind every time he heard Sahira's groans as he treated Sahira's wounds.

Filio goes to the kitchen, asking his housekeeper to prepare food for Sahira.

Sahira looks at the wedding photos of Filio and Razita. Now he knows what suffering Razita felt and chose to end her life.

Perhaps the suffering that Sahira felt was not much, especially when looking at the flat face of Filio who did not display the slightest guilt.

If he is not bound by a treaty with Filio, Sahira will choose to flee. But what can he do now, “Will I be able to accept the suffering that Filio gave me?” inner Sahira.

I don't know why Sahira feels so longed for the warm and loving figure of Rangga. Without feeling the tears Sahira glides when remembering the beautiful memories with Rangga. During their marriage Rangga never yelled at Sahira in the slightest, even though Sahira was wrong. Even if there is a dispute Rangga always relented, and seek a way out without debate.

Sahira wiped away the rest of her tears when she heard the door open.

Sahira stared at the tray Filio kept on the nightstand. When his body was helped by Filio to sit down Sahira just kept silent.

Filio took the plate from the top of the tray. “You have allergies?”

Sahira stared at the menu on a plate filled with salmon, two boiled eggs and green vegetables. Sahira's head shook.

Filio's eye direction towards the bowl on the tray. “Crab soup?”

“I don't have allergies.” Sahira's hand took the drinking water on the tray and finished it. His dry throat was now relieved.

Sahira stared at the spoon that was in front of her lips. “I can eat by myself,” reject Sahira.

“Do not provoke my anger, open your mouth!”

Sahira chose to give up and accept every bribe Filio gave.

“Do you regret marrying me?”

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