The Savage Wife of Mr. Delon
ISTDS. Two hearts are wounded

The uproar began to emerge as some school teachers appeared to come out and seek help.

The sound of an ambulance came deafening, carrying the limp body of Elijah which was now followed by the Asti madam. There were only Delon and Zifana who looked at me. The grief was emanated from the faces of the same two people who were equally dear to Elijah. The sadness was evident in the eyes of the two people who actually loved each other.

"Go, and don't show your face to me" Delon's voice said clearly.

Zifana's tears flowed profusely on the woman's smooth cheeks, her heart ached, her heart ached and tight. This is not what he wanted. This is not what he wanted to see. He wants to see Delon happy with his wife and son without a third-person existence like him.

"But brother," said Zifana. His sobs were so clearly heard.

"Isn't this what you want? Didn't you ever want to stand next to me in the first place? Didn't you refuse to be with me from the beginning? If indeed staying away from me is good for you, then go Zifana" said Delon. His eyes were red withstanding the inner wound that stifled his chest.

Zifana was silent, holding back the rush of tears that urged her to come out without stopping.

"It's just that I'm holding you back, if there's never any desire for you to be next to me" Delon said. His speech was smooth, not rough, even his eyes looked red withstanding the melt of tears.

It is clear how Zifana avoided Elijah. It is clear how Zifana ignored Elijah's call. His heart that was wounded because Vely betrayed him was almost healed by Zifana. Today, he wants to tell Zifana to accept him and Elijah in her life. Accepting himself and Elijah to be his husband and son.

Doubts about Zifana were thrown far away. He wants to open a new page, a new life. After seeing Zifana really changed. The woman who used to be like Iblid turned out to be an angel. Even he had convinced himself that he loved the woman who had become his wife.

However, the fact that Zifana was avoiding Elijah made him hurt, and now Elijah is lying helpless because he was hit by Zifana.

The pain he had thrown away again. It took me a while to convince my heart to believe in love again. He was disappointed, not only at Vely, but Zifana turned out to be the same. After gaining wealth again, have more popularity. He actually wants to get away from her. Thought Delon.

"Sister, that's not what I mean" said Zifana.

The injured-looking Delon raised both of his hands. Don't want to hear any explanation. Disappointment filled his heart, he needed time.

Zifana was silent, but she couldn't help but be sad either. His heart was wounded, just as Delon felt.

"Quite Zifana, I'll let you sue me if that's what you want. You can do it yourself, without me looking at you, like he did to me" Delon said.

Delon tears dripped, this was the first time she had shed tears since knowing she was fooled by Vely, these were tears that had been held back. But it falls too when it comes to asking Zifana to stay away from him. Delon stepped up, Zifana held back, still unhappy with Delon's words, who sued him?

Delon brushed off Zifana's hand until she staggered, Zifana sat down. Delon stopped, almost turned his back, but he couldn't look into the eyeballs that would make him hurt even more. Delon rubbed the corner of his eyes that ended.

"Blessed is Zifa, if your happiness is not beside me" he said and left immediately.

Delon ignored although actually very crave the embrace of the woman who always made him comfortable.

It rained hard, as if understanding the sorrow of two equally wounded people.

Zifana tried to get back on her feet, complete already her suffering. Is this worth it? Is this the punishment of past crimes that he should accept? The shadow of evil to Nada flashed across his mind. Tears flowed even more.

"Astagfirullah. Oh God, I repent. I beg your forgiveness. I'm sorry, if this is the seed that I have harvested, then from this moment on I promise to plant goodness so that I can get goodness from you" said Zifana.

The love...

Being present in the heart offers happiness

gives comfort in the soul

But, suddenly hit with all the wounds

Maybe this is your destiny...

It's not easy for me to remove the wound

I'm just a meaningless story

I'm just a piece of an unfolding story

Why spread happiness if you just want to leave a wound?

Why give love if you just want to see me hurt?

Why give cheer if you just want to see me lara?

Zifana sighed deeply, enduring the stifling chill beneath the rain that drenched her body.

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