Was it wrong of me to love you?
Wound on the waist

Aurelia took a deep breath as she exited the room, and gently rubbed her chest for relief. It turns out that wherever he is will still meet people who do not like him, but only know for a moment.

The young woman now stepped into the bathroom to change her clothes with her nanny uniform, then rushed to the laundry room first to wash her dirty uniform, after that, he rushed to the 2nd floor to his small master's room.

“You've arrived?” asked Mama Syifa who happened to cross paths in the dry kitchen.

“Good morning Madam, yes I have come since, and this just went to the young master's room,” Aurelia replied in her chauffeur.

Mama Syifa went to one of the shelves in the kitchen.

“There can I help Madam, before I go upstairs?" Aurelia offered to help, as in the dry kitchen there was only her, while the other chef and maid in the wet kitchen was preparing breakfast for her master.

“Mother wants to make tea, can you get a cup on that shelf?” pinta Mama Syifa while showing the shelf above her head, where she stands.

Aurelia approached Mama Syifa. “Oh can Madam, wait a minute .. I get you,” Aurelia replied. Both hands were stretched out upwards reaching the shelf handle to open the door of the rack, and Aurelia's clothes were revealed up to her waistline about 15 cm up very clearly visible.

Mama Syifa unintentionally noticed it, and her net was rounded when she saw the bruises and scratches that were imprinted, it was clear Mama Syifa became goosebumps. The skin is so white but there are so many wounds.

Aurelia smiled faintly as she managed to take the teacup to Mama Syifa. “I made the tea yes Madam,” bargain Aurelia.

“Eh ... Yes you can,” Mama Syifa replied still fixated on the young woman's back wound, and let Aurelia make some warm tea for her.

There's not five minutes of warm tea for Mama Syifa already. “Please Mistress here is the tea,”, Aurelia said as she placed the cup on the table.

“I say goodbye to the top first Madam.”

Mama Syifa immediately blocked Aurelia's arm. “There's a moment I want to ask you?” mama Syifa asked who was starting to be curious.

Aurelia did not step on her feet. “I-iya Mistress wants to ask what?” Honestly his heart began to fall, his mind had begun to be negative and immediately floated with the words Rida just about last night he returned home ushered by Emran. Behind her silence was a fear that intruded.

“Sorry before I asked you about something personal, you can answer it or not up to you.”

“Iya Mistress.” Aurelia looked up at Mama Syifa

“Your waist up is full of bruises and scratches, such as a punch mark or lash, not a bump wound. Is that really what I thought?” mama Syifa asked cautiously so as not to offend the young woman.

Mama Syifa still noticed Aurelia's facial expression that was still frozen in shock. Mama Syifa's hand reached out to touch Aurelia's arm, and led her to sit on one of the kitchen table chairs, the young lady just followed her without saying much.

Mama from Emran has a background in psychological education, in the era when she was young she had time to practice in the hospital, but since getting married and having a middle-aged daughter, the totality of her life takes care of her husband and son alone, the puppet, but since her husband died, she has re-occupied herself with the association of psychologists and psychiatrists to hone her knowledge again.

Aurelia lowered her head and looked at her two fingers that were already interlocked on her lap.

“Aurelia, if you can't answer why your waist and back might be full of wounds, I won't press. That's your right, but please think carefully, what's bad about you don't just shut up. Do not torture by zolimizing yourself, whether who has tortured you, everyone has the right to fight, we live in a country that has law,” said Mama Syifa, while analyzing the reaction that will appear in Aurelia.

“Aurelia, can I see your back clearly?” ask Mama Syifa.

Without a second thought the young woman nodded slowly without daring to look at Mama Syifa's face.

“Thank you, Excuse me look at your back, no need to open the shirt,” said Mama Syifa. In the dry kitchen there was no one other than the two of them, Mama Syifa only revealed the back of Aurelia's shirt, and the middle-aged woman's lips propped up as she looked at Aurelia's scarred back, it was so sad and heartbreaking to see her that Mama Syifa could not see her for longer, and she believed the wound was not getting good care.

The clear circle increasingly urged the tip of Aurelia's netra tail, for the first time she dared to show a wound on her back, perhaps this was one of the points she was already unable to bear with her husband's cruelty.

Mama Syifa had held tightness in her chest, from the wounds and strokes that she could judge so tight the item that hit the tiny body of the woman.

Now the middle-aged woman faced Aurelia, and grabbed the two hands of the woman who was still clinging to it. “Mommy will call the Doctor to treat your wound it seems like your wound was never treated,” Mama Syifa said gently. He did not demand to ask why, who and how it happened, the main thing is to treat the wound first.

Aurelia lifted her face and returned Mama Syifa's indecipherable gaze, she could only let out tears, between being moved and sad to be one due to getting the attention of a person who was not her parents.

“Thank you, Madam,” replied Aurelia quivering her voice.

Mama Syifa smiled warmly and hugged Aurelia carefully because of the wound on her back. “Mom won't say you have to be strong, Aurelia. Instead you do not keep silent and continue to be tortured, whether tortured by your parents or your husband. It's wrong to have used violence, you have to protect yourself from that violence,” added Mama Syifa while unraveling her embrace.

The view of Mama Syifa can feel if many things are harbored by Aurelia. The two of them sat against each other, and Aurelia began to try to talk back.

“Su-suami .. su-suami who often hit my body,” Aurelia replied while holding her tightness in the chest.

“Astagfirulloh.” Mama Syifa hugged Aurelia again, and finally the young woman broke her tears in the arms of her master.

Without them both knowing, some distance away Emran heard his mother's conversation with Aurelia, clenched Emran's hands.

“Basic savage husband!” the inner Oath of Emran.

The handsome man turned his back, who originally wanted to ask his maid to make him coffee, now he went back upstairs to see his son was up or not, and make room for Aurelia with her mother first. Then he contacted someone through his cell phone.

“Adam, announce to the marketing team, I want a meeting with all of them and the marketing manager must be present at 10 am. And another one has Sabrina's boutique prepare some clothes for an 18-year-old woman, her body slim, her height is about 160cm, her current dress model,” Emran orders through her phone connection.

“Okay Sir, ready for me to do,” replied obediently Adam, but his forehead was wrinkled.

“Whose book for ya?” adam muttered after ending the call from his Boss.

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