Karma Durhaka's Wife
265. Fevers
Arya hates that feeling. A feeling of longing that made him imagine if the Princess was in front of him.
Arya immediately shouted and threw a small towel in her hand towards where she saw the figure of the wife. Even at this moment he had already rubbed his face violently.
The deception the Princess did was no small mistake. The woman even had a child with her husband and made Arya foolishly believe that it was her own flesh and blood.
Daughters are always kind and obedient as long as they live together. There were never any significant problems in their household.
However, he never thought if the wound that Princess tore in the heart was so painful and painful. The happiness he felt collapsed instantly with all the facts plastered in front of him.
When he behaved cuckoo and changed, the Princess had not even realized her mistake. He even kept putting his mask in front of him. He really did not think.
He yelled and pulled his hair in frustration. Imagining the Princess talking so familiarly while laughing with Nice was already frustrating her.
Now, he has to accept the fact that his wife was touched by another man and they do it on the basis of liking. Arya's getting crazy.
The man then moved from his seat. He took a pack of cigarettes that left half of the contents.
Arya then stepped towards the balcony of the room and stood on the guardrail. He took a cigarette in his pack and burned it, then sucked it slowly.
He leaned his back against the balcony guardrail. He kept sipping nicotine in his hands. Exhaling its smoke into the air which instantly disappeared in the light of the night wind.
Arya kept doing that over and over again. He finished four cigarettes without stopping. Many things have happened in his life since he knew the Princess.
The simple woman who had such a pretty face had actually stolen his heart and made him go crazy over her.
He had once felt very lucky to have a full Princess. With the Princess, he can get the inner satisfaction and happiness that no woman has ever had before.
Arya is not sure if she will find the same woman as Princess.
Does he have to taste the women he knows one by one in order to know if they can give satisfaction to him, just like the Princess.
He's gone mad. Why did he suddenly miss that woman so much. It felt like he ran over to the Princess and brought the woman to sweat together on the bed as usual.
Can't he do it anytime? They are still husband and wife.
The thought just flashed. Suddenly his desire became passionate when imagining his wife.
“Damn it!” Arya cursed as she realized that the Princess still could not be touched by him.
Again he was frustrated by pulling his hair to make the strands escape from the scalp.
After turning off the cigarette butts on his last puff, he chose to re-enter the room.
The main light in the room he had turned off and changed with a sleeping lamp that made the lighting in the room become dim.
Arya then coiled into the blanket and closed her eyes, forcing herself to fall asleep immediately. However, it was still the image of the wife that always crossed his mind.
At three o'clock in the morning, Arya was only able to close her eyes. He woke up when he heard the alarm he had on his cell phone.
He blinked his eyes a few times. His head felt dizzy and his eyes seemed reluctant to open.
Arya now turns off the alarm on her phone that keeps ringing, she then resumes her sleep.
“I want to sleep another hour,” murmured with a raucous voice.
Today he did not have a meeting with a client, so could go to the office a little afternoon.
Just about to close his eyes, someone knocked on the door and he could hear the voice of the father calling.
With eyes that were still too heavy to open, Arya dragged her feet to step open the door.
“Arya, you are not to the office?” ari Mahesa asked with squinting eyes when she saw Arya who was still closing her eyes.
“Maybe it's a little afternoon, Pa. I am still very sleepy,” Arya replied as she walked back to bed.
He felt very sleepy and immediately returned to lay his body there.
"Are you okay?” Ari Mahesa asked again, because it is not usually Arya like this. “You have a fever, Arya.” He put the back of his hand on his son's forehead.
“I'm just sleepy, Pa.” Arya muttered softly.
“Alright, you just rest. Papa's gonna call Calista and say you're not going to the office today. Papa will ask Susi to make porridge for you to eat breakfast. Papa leaves first.”
There was no answer from Arya because she had returned to her dreamland.
To be continued...