The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 12 IS ONLY TEMPORARY

Time continued to roll until the short needle led to 2 p.m., Alon woke up from his sleep. A cold wind entered the room through the curtain gap that continued to shake the leafy.

The man approached the balcony, sliding the glass door shut. The tip of his eyes glanced at Syha who was asleep.

Alon does not want to open the past records, but his meeting with Syha makes him have to open the sheets one by one.

Rashanda Moon, a young woman who always participated in competitions in various parts of the world. The most memorable moment was her recollection, in which the woman stood proudly on the podium. Voicing victory over his solo violin achievements.

Of the thousands of women who tried to conquer him, Alon was subdued by 1 foreign woman who did not have any effort for him who was none other than Rashanda.

"Euuhh," a moaning voice rang out from there, like being struck by a nightmare, the woman deliriously uttered words.

"Zein. I'm sorry, don't leave me alone."

Alon quickly approached, shaking the body slowly "are you okay?" Alon stared at the woman's clothes that had been soaked in cold sweat, his forehead constantly clinging to fear.

"I'm afraid please, I still love you so much. Don't go."

Alon raised his tone of voice "Rashanda! Get up" while shaking the woman's body to wake up.

Within a second, both eyes were wide open paled faces, and whitened lips. Like I just saw something creepy. Without saying anything, Syha immediately held Alon in her arms.

The woman sobbed "Zein, take me home. I don't want to live with another man. I don't care if you have to beat me up every day I just want to live with you."

Alon withstood the raging distress, how much love did Syha have for Zein?Alon lamented his actions, cruel as he made this woman a victim of selfishness, even though Alon only wanted to save Syha from the bastard man who could leave this poor woman without protection.

Alon replied in a soft voice "I promised to bring you together with your husband, be patient."

The words were just entertainment, Alon did not really want to do it. He was not ready to let go of this woman from his arms.

Syha fell asleep in the bag, slowly Alon laid the woman back to bed.

"Is there no gap for me in your heart?," if this mind can shout, perhaps it will sound sad, the sadness of both of Alon's irises.

"𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘚𝘺𝘩𝘢, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘢. 𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘯."

The next morning

Syha opened her eyes half-conscious, trying to gather her life to get up immediately. Alon still seemed to be sleeping quietly on the sofa.

He immediately got off the bed slowly afraid to wake the man from his sleep, he came out of the room with disgust so that the wooden floor did not sound, down the stairs slowly.

Uncle Ang was enjoying the dimsum inside a bamboo plaque. The man seemed to be busy with the newspaper in his hand.

Ang looked at the transfixed Syha standing up

"Syha is awake? let's have breakfast," he said.

Syha nodded thanks "where is Ayi?" Ask Syha.

Ang replied, "He's going to the temple this morning," folding the newspaper, Ang put the fold on the table "Come on to breakfast, is your husband awake?"

Syha shook her head slowly, not usually also Alon fell asleep more soundly. When in the mansion the man always woke up at dawn, but after 8 am Alon was still struggling with his dream realm.

"Ah the child he always wake up during the day if this holiday," said Ang then sip green tea.

Syha approached the bench and sat there, Ang glanced at all his movements. His premonition was a little uncomfortable when being watched.

Ang thrusting the bamboo plaque closer "eat, do not hesitate."

Syha was not used to using chopsticks, she quickly stood up, looking for the spoon and bowl available on the shelf.

While searching, Syha felt the warmth of the body clinging to her buttocks. At first he thought Alon had woken up and questioned himself in front of Ang. When she turned around, Syha saw Ang was throwing a smile, his body goosebumps violently.

"Uncle, do you need anything?" asked Syha a little trepidation.

Ang did not reply, he began to caress the body of the woman before him. Groping each groove and infiltrating inside, Syha who was about to shout silenced by Ang.

Syha began to rebel, hitting with all her might. But Ang gripped his chin violently "no need to be hypocritical, don't you like it?"

But Ang slapped her hard first, not caring if the former slap was left behind. With a bit of ferocity, Ang tried to disarm. His hands kept trying hard to feel his upper and lower body. From the beginning Ang could not resist the cohesion of this woman when she met.

His interpretations grew, rather than his wife the old woman no longer excites him.

Before long a loud pull pulled Ang to the floor, Alon with a face that held back anger to beat his uncle. Alon sighed with a murderous gaze, his fist was already preparing to float through the air.

Alon did not accept for the actions of Ang who was about to harass his wife, it was fitting that Syha looked gloomy throughout dinner. It turned out that this was all his uncle.

Syha held Alon to stop "don't, stop." Alon who was ignited released his uncle who was lying with a frightened face, the man insisted on apologizing.

"Sorry Uncle Alon didn't mean it that way," the two palms fused together begging for mercy.

"I apologize to my wife!" Cecar Alon in a harsh tone

Ang facing towards Syha "sorry I'm Syha."

Syha shook her head "don't apologize to me, tell Ayi. He must be very sad to know what uncle did."

Ang seemed to be struggling and confused, before long Ayi entered the house with a dumbfounded face, the house was a little messy, even her husband was on his knees before his nephew?

"Aiyaa? What's the matter?"

Alon hugged his wife's shoulder "just ask Uncle Ang, he wants to tell you something Ayi"

"Honey, let's go to the room there's something I want to talk about," Alon pulled Syha to leave the kitchen.

Syha ducked, her clothes were a little messed up because Ang was trying to strip her.

Arriving in the room, Alon took a sip of medicine as a daily routine. He did not have time to do so, because he heard a glimpse of scream from downstairs.

Alon approached Syha who looked gloomy in front of the mattress.

After the medicine was fully gulped, the man asked in a cold tone "he's touched you anywhere?"

Syha shook her head in surprise "no one," she answered stammered.

Alon with his disbelief encouraged his wife to lie down, unbuttoned the woman's pajamas violently, dumped her and pulled the pants to leave the still-clad interior.

"ALOON! What are you doing, stop please don't!"

The man paid no heed to the roar that kept asking him to stop, Alon watched every inch of his wife's body, not a trace of kiss or liquid left behind. Alon breathed a sigh of relief, looking back at his sobbing wife below him.

Confused, Alon berbatin a 'what's the matter with him?'

A loud slap floated right over the man, the echoes of the loud voice silencing the two in silence.

Alon pounced forcefully to the left, exhaling violently and looking at his wife who was still shedding tears.

Alon endured the roar of guilt watching the crystals fall without being asked "forgive me" he said as he climbed down the bed.

There was no courage to look at his wife's grief, Alon turned his back on letting the woman put her clothes back on.

"Are you satisfied?" tanya Syha maintained her flat expression. "Why did you do it? Didn't I ask you to stop."

"I'm worried."

Syha then reflexively turned her head, guessing the man's expression behind her dashing back. Why is Alon worried about her? "You don't have to play Alon anymore, it's just the two of us here."

"I don't make a show, I speak frankly." There was no joking impression thrown in his mouth.

Syha turned her face. Why this guy? Sleeping makes him talk senseless.

Alon went to the door of the room and opened it with a wide "Prepare, we will see the lantern tonight. Don't forget to wipe yourself from that dirty caress." Press it before closing the door tightly.

Syha hid her pounding heartbeat.

'Is it possible that a fever makes it difficult to breathe like this?'