Scratches of the Injured Heart
the hidden expression

Feeling too comfortable with his sleep, he did not want to leave his dream at this time. He further tightened his embrace on the bolster, which made him feel the warmth of being hugged.

While her husband was already giggling at the sight of Salva getting in his arms, even the woman was occasionally fumbling her chest which made something inside her start to rise.

"Dec? Yes, it will be raba, later mas khilaf loh."

Salva did not respond, maybe he still thinks it's a dream, he looks at his position. After realizing who he was hugging, then he knew it was not a bolster, but the person who made him these two days cry.

"Mas ... Salva hates mas!"

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Either Salva's scolding speech during sleep or maybe he was conscious, but it made him feel chest pain. Has he been so outrageous, that his wife hates him so deeply.

"Sir, don't talk about it! Now wake up, I'm sorry!"

Salva still does not budge. The rubbing that had been soft on Arya's chest turned into a small blow. It turned out that she had indeed woken up when her husband spoke, but she chose to enjoy that comfort before changing again.

"Not to apologize. There's nothing wrong here."

Salva stretched his arms, he did not want to be lulled with that momentary tenderness.There were times when he felt sad, hurt, disappointed, and now he felt it again!

Salva chose to get up and avoid her husband, but two days she was used to not caring. Now she just wanted to enjoy what her husband gave her.

"Deck ... It was wrong, right? You can punish them all you want, as long as you forgive them." Arya seemed to admit her mistake.

Salva stopped her steps to go to the bathroom, she turned around giving a cynical smile to her husband. Let this time be an ungodly wife, but she wants to convey all her heart.

"Punishment? Do you think this is a problem like children in school? if you make a mistake, you are punished." The wounded look was really on his face. "Do you think it's that easy? That simple? Here we become a relationship as husband and wife, not dating mas, why do you not trust me so much?!" It seems that the limit of his patience has reached the end, making him not think anymore when speaking

"Honey ...,"

"I know, I'm just a widow that you take for granted to be your wife. I'm just a woman my husband didn't want to be, and now it's happening again!" Breathe in tired. "I have a feeling, you can ask me an excuse, but I didn't. Do I look like a sinful woman? seductress? the woman who easily gave up her heart to someone else?"

There he spilled all the pain he had been enduring, the question that had always haunted his mind.

Do I not deserve to be happy?

Do I look like such a lowly woman?

Do I have so many sins? so that he could not be happy and live in peace.

Or maybe he was never wanted, only he was too confident.

All this time that's what he's been thinking. When dumped badly by her ex-husband, Kaivan. This feeling of fear always haunts her. He really felt low because he felt unwanted, it was so painful like a wound doused in salt. He has not healed, he is still fragile, does not deserve to ask for Backrest on someone he considers to love him very much?

"Am I worthless? So you can play me?" He brushed his tears. "It's okay mas, you can inhabit me as much as possible. Let's just say I'm just your doll,"

Unable to speak anymore, Salva came out of the room with a bitter heart. It's been said that the wound was not tightly closed, even the blood was not too dry, but why should there be another ordeal?

I always thought about never wishing, because in the end it was very painful. I know it's just a trivial matter that I've been exaggerating, but I need answers to all the questions in this box.

"Am I expected? Or maybe not?

Is he still in the shadow of the past?

In fact, he is still in the dark shadows of the past. But today he could express his disappointment. His heart felt a little space, not as crowded as yesterday.

Not everything can be forgotten, but at least he is still able to survive. Memories will always follow us wherever we are, but it is up to us to respond, whether we are able or not to resist the rigors of the mortal world.

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