Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. These 92 Memories.

Edward inhaled in the scent of Deya's body that he had longed for all this time. Squeezing his embrace made Deya have trouble moving. The woman fell silent and Edward let go of her hand.

"You almost made me die, Mas," said Deya angrily.

"You made me die first" Edward said.

"Mas.... You know my reason."

"I don't know, you just left me." Edward put his chin on Deya's shoulder.

Deya sighed. Trying to hold on so that the pain doesn't take hold of it anymore.

"Why De? Can't everything I give you knock your heart out a little bit?"

They remained silent until they reached their contonium.

"Down" said Edward.

"I want to go home."

"This is your home" replied Edward.

"Mas, I beg you. We forget everything and go back to each other's lives" Deya said.

"De, I don't like to be pushy and I don't like to be violent but this time if you refuse I'll take you back home by any means."

"Mas, there's no right to that. We've been apart a long time."

"I'm your husband."

"The word of our country has no relation whatsoever. I don't want to go into a life that has brought trouble for me and my family."

"Whatever you want to say. I'm telling you clearly that you're still my wife to this day."

Edward lifted Deya's chin.

"You're not married, are you?"

Deya. "Dya Jawab!" Edward's face was hardened.

Deya mutely turned her face to the side.

The upset Edward then went out and lifted Deya's body to her pelvis.

"Mas, put me down!" rebel Deya. He had not expected Edward to act like this. Usually the man is always patient and obeys all his will.

Edward paid no heed, but he took Deya to their shelter. He just dropped Deya off in bed.

Edward took off his suit and watch. Deya herself got up wanting to get out of the room but was pushed hard by Edward to fall into bed.

Edward moved around to lock Deya up. "Tell me why you left. I didn't say to be patient. I will marry you legally once Zahra's mental state is stable. Or are you leaving because of that guy? Tell Deya, "wirriedly Edward was resolute with a sharp eye-wielding gaze, like a sword that struck directly at the target.

"Whatever you think of me, I don't care. All I think about is one, me and my family can live a quiet life."

Edward's hand touched Deya's forehead rubbing up to Deya's cheek which was clear and smooth like porcelain. Deya closed her eyes, her chest skipping a beat re-sensing Edward's touch.

"So depressed are you living with me?" edward's voice shook.

Deya looked at Edward carefully with a sad look. He knew how much Edward was disappointed in him. He could also see the radiance of wounds within it. It felt like she was hugging her husband, giving off the longing she was craving, but couldn't. There is a heart he must take care of. His own heart because it does not want to be hurt by all the problems that exist. Zahra's heart might be hurt if she gets close to her father. Angga's heart is still expecting himself and the hearts of his parents who joined in crying when he was hit by problems.

"Mas knows, I was so young when it all happened. I'm not that strong to bear all the burdens. Especially back then, I didn't love you yet," finally the last sentence slid from Deya's lips. A powerful sentence that might make Edward let go.

"Love?" Edward pulled his head back to sit down. He laughed out loud blandly, wiping away the tears that had already come out at the corner of his eyes.

Deya who saw also felt pain. However, he was resistant. His mind told him to stay afloat.

Edward sat on the bedside against Deya. He bowed while playing his finger.

"I was so happy when I found you. Too happy to say it."

"But all my dreams of reuniting faded when you rejected me. I hope I can persuade you to come back to me. In fact, now you're saying that you don't love me. I don't know why it's so hard to get your own wife's love. Is this one of the destinies of God who was cruel to me?" Edward breathed deeply.

Deya, who was behind, reached out, wanting to touch Edward but pulled him back.

"Go home De, before I take any action beyond my limits" Edward ordered.

This time it was Deya who was stunned. So easy Edward let go.

The man got up and walked out of the room, leaving Deya alone. The woman then cried. On the other hand Edward leaned against the door and pressed the corner of his eye. His heart hurts too much, right now.

After calming down Deya went to the bathroom. He wanted to wash his face to make it look fresher. He looked around the room. It was the same as the last time he left her. The cosmetic arrangement on it is still the same. Deya took one and saw if it was all new cosmetics. It seems Edward doesn't want to change anything about him.

Deya grew curious about opening her wardrobe. It is the same and still well awake. That made Deya come back unable to hold back her tears. His legs were limp and sat leaning against the closet. He cried and pondered for a long time, until Edward opened the door and Deya raised her head while wiping away her tears.

Edward who was looking directly over crouched down in front of Deya. His eyes are wet.

"Don't cry, I can at least see you crying" she said, kissing Deya's tears on the cheeks. Then hand. It made Deya even sad. Edward has not changed. He was still the same as he had seen the last time. His love is still there for him. Otherwise why would he still keep his things.

However, he also did not let go of Soraya. That means if Edward is still hard to release his first wife. True said people, se love man at his affair still will not release the first wife. Although Deya initially hoped that Edward would reunite with Soraya again, but now he felt hurt. A jealousy he couldn't stand.

Edward's love is not that big so willing to let go of everything for Deya's sake. He still prioritizes the umpteenth compared to others in Edward's life.

Deya pulled his hand. "I'm gonna grab my shirt and it turns out you're still keeping it. I thought you'd thrown it all away."

"You may be able to leave everything behind but not for me. Everything here replaces you when you're not around. Makes me sure that one day you'll be back to wearing it all."

"We walk towards the front, not always looking back. So did I. I've been happy with my life, I think you've been happy with your family."