Unsaying Words
CHAPTER XI - I need you

Back to the present.

Chris finally ventured to unfold the white paper in front of him. The writing contained in it was not as long as he had expected. The writing looked neat and he read it.

Dear Chris,

By the time you read this letter, I might have already left. I wanted to reveal what I could never say in person, because there was no chance. I hope you will read it.

Chris was like you said, I did accept this marriage for money, for my father's treatment. But as time goes by, I want to try to be your real wife. Wh why? Because I also want to have a happy household, like my parents. For me, marriage is a once in a lifetime.

But it turns out it's not that easy. I'm really sorry for dragging you and your family into my personal troubles. I feel like I've ruined your happiness and future. Forgive me also for my selfishness in maintaining this marriage. I hope my decision is not too late.

Regarding the division of the property you include, I do not want to accept it. I feel like your help and your family is enough. The money you gave me was huge, and even I would never have been able to pay it if it wasn't for this wedding. I can't bear to pay my debt anymore.

This is what I wanted to say when we had breakfast that morning. To be honest, I really felt happy because it was the first time we ate together. Thank you Chris.

I hope you find someone you really love and want to spend the rest of your life with.

Once again I'm sorry Chris, and thank you for your help all along.

- Rina

Chris put the letter on the dinner table and looked at it wistfully. He really had misunderstood his wife. Unwanted, a drop of water seemed to flow in the corner of his eye. What has he done?

That night, Chris did not return to his room. That night, he just stared blankly at the files in front of him. He regrets and regrets everything he has done. If time can be played back, Chris hopes he can meet his wife in different circumstances and situations.

If time could be turned back, he would attempt to return home that day to meet his wife...

If time could be turned back, he would never file for divorce with his wife...

If time can be replayed...

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"Girl!"

"Girl!"

From the front room came the cry of an old woman who called out to her son. Chris' mother had previously come to the office, but did not find her son there. Rich, Chris' assistant also seemed overwhelmed to answer the question of his boss' mother, who, given that he was also complicated to rearrange the schedule of his boss who suddenly decided not to enter the office and tidy up various reports that must be completed when they returned from a service trip. Oh, the day was really bad!

"Rich, where's Chris?"

Chris' mother suddenly broke into her study without knocking.

"Mrs Dieter, Mr. Dieter is not in the office today." Reply Rich is tired.

"Huh? Didn't you just go home? Why can't he come to the office?"

"Sir Dieter is sick."

Hearing that answer, Chris' mother laughed out loud.

"Rich, don't joke you!"

He hits Rich's arm hard enough, then sits on one of the chairs in the room and picks up a business magazine.

"Chris never got sick. Even if he was sick, he would force himself to go to work. That kid's totally crazy for work."

Chris' mother casually flipped through the pages of the magazine and after a while did not hear Rich's answer, she raised her head.

"Rich?" He asked, after seeing Rich's strange-looking expression.

"Mr Dieter..."

Rich seemed to ponder before continuing hesitantly, "Pak Dieter said he was sick."

Rich's answer seemed to sound the alarm in Chris' mother's mind. He looked tense and suddenly picked up his bag.

"Mistress?"

"I'm going to Chris' place. You stand by here."

After saying that, she left the room and within 30 minutes was already inside the apartment of her only child. The driver he left in the parking lot appeared to be 10 years old, due to the shouts of his employer along the way.

When I entered, I don't know why Chris' mother felt an empty air. Not as usual. Every time he visited, usually his daughter-in-law had prepared special cakes and dishes. The room will feel warm and smell good. He did not expect that the departure of Rina would have a significant influence on his son's apartment.

Out of the room, his gaze turned to the guest room that had never been inhabited before. Without them saying anything, Chris' mother knew that the couple never occupied a single room. He did not want to say anything, because he did not want to interfere in their affairs. The only hope is that time can unite the two.

He hesitated, slowly opening the door of the room. Could it?

The look that was in front of his eyes, inevitably made the two eyes of the old woman start to water. Chris looked curled up in the bed and like a child, clutched tightly to the pillow he had on his chest. He looks fragile and sad.

"Oh, Chris..." Chris' mother shut her mouth. This scene is exactly the same when Chris learns of his father's affair.

At that time, Chris just spent his time in the room and did not want to meet anyone. His looks are no longer strange, and although he has chosen to defend his mother but the heart of Chris teenagers looks broken. And it's happening again now.

Approaching his son, Chris' mother touched his son's forehead gently. Feels hot.

Realizing the touch on his forehead, Chris automatically held the hand quickly.

"Rina?" Ask in a hoarse voice.

He raised his head, his eyes looking hopeful.

Seeing his mother's face, Chris tried to get up from his sleep, and sat down with difficulty. His head hurts.

"Mammy? Why here?"

Placing his head to the head of the bed, he closed his eyes while massaging his forehead.

The mother simply looked compassionately at her son, then sat by his side.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Come, mah... Last night it seemed..."

The mother then pulled her phone out of the bag to contact someone.

Realizing the mother called the family doctor, Chris seemed to want to protest.

"Well, don't call dr. Hermann. Chris-"

"Shut up!" Make her mother silence Chris' words.

The mother immediately went to the bathroom and soon brought a small towel that had been moistened.

Gently the mother put the wet towel on her son's head and said ketus.

"Had known you had an ulcer, not even keep eating. If you're sick, who wants to take care of you?"

Chris was silent at his mother's nagging. His heart ached again, realizing that he had no one but his mother.

Seeing his son just silent, the mother deliberately returned to say words of innuendo quite rude.

"Either, if you have a wife it is guarded. Now you need it, right?"

Chris just dropped the towel covering his eyes. He didn't answer anything.

"You want to make porridge while waiting for dr. Hermann. You're here first."

After that, the mother went out of the room. Closing the door, for a moment he took a sad breath.

The mother opened the refrigerator door and was surprised to see that there was not a single cooking ingredient there. Oh, Rina how cruel you are to your husband...

Opening the door of the kitchen cabinet, he was relieved when he found a rice storage area that was still quite full.

While preparing porridge food for his son, Chris' mother decided to ask the house people to shop and come to his son's apartment. He did not want his son to starve to death in his own home.

Meanwhile in the room, Chris just stared at the ceiling with a blank look. He took the pillow he was holding and held it tightly to his face. Although faint, at least he could still smell his wife's scent there.

He doesn't know his feelings at the moment. To be sure, Rina's departure made her quite psychologically devastated. His body was currently in pain, and he was not eager to do anything. The only thing that can keep him sane is to be in his wife's room and hug his pillow. I don't know what happened to him.

"Rina..., where are you?" His murmur was unclear, muffled by the pillow covering his face.

Faintly, Chris heard the sound of people chatting at the door of his room. Apparently dr. Herman has arrived.

The door of the room opened, featuring an old man wearing a white coat. His face looked concerned as he watched the young man in front of him.

He knew Chris decades ago, since he was a teenager. Seeing both his eyes decorated with dark circles and his pale lips that began to look chapped, dr. Herman could only exhale tiredly. Looks like this young man's illness is back again.