Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Promise once again.
It seems that Yudha's prayer not to meet Weni again is not that easy to be granted by God, how not because he who was willing to argue with Weni instead made him forget the real purpose of meeting the woman he considered careless.
"Damn it, I forgot it again" said Yudha, now he had to turn his car back to Angel's W Boutique to see Weni again.
Jason returns to his house, there is still something he must take care of after facing Mr. Fred.
"You've brought it ?"
"Already Boss"
He went to his room, he saw his wife crying in bed, Shirleen could not go anywhere, her room was guarded tightly by Jason's men.
"Wicked, why are you doing this to me." cried Shirleen, she hated this situation when she was so in love at once with her disappointment.
Jason was silent, he did not flinch, he was sick to see Shirleen crying.
"You take where Mr. Fred and my children are" Shirleen said, since she had separated from Misca and Jacob and Ipah last night, she had no idea where Jason would take his children.
"I don't like you guys toying like this, if there's a problem talking about both don't involve other people" Jason said.
"Mr Fred wasn't wrong, I also agreed to his plan, I was wrong too"
"Well you're right, you're wrong, and then who's right, am I right about this, instead of you avoiding me because I'm wrong"
"I know your rot, you bastard, you jerk" said Shirleen.
"You know, I'd hate to see your tears fall" Jason said.
"And you always make my tears fall" Shirleen said.
"I don't like you being away from me"
"You even pushed me further away, not just me but our relationship as well" Shirleen said.
"By..."
"Jason, where are my kids ?" furious Shirleen.
"They, they're in a safe place"
"You're crazy, I... I don't know how to deal with you anymore, you even promised but still reneged" again and again unfortunately Shirleen can only cry.
"By, I'm sorry" Jason said.
"Do you think I'll forgive you ?" stare at Shirleen's cynicism.
Both are silent, Shirleen is still with her thoughts on her children, while Jason continues to think about how to convince his wife that he will change.
"Far from you it's really torturing By, don't do it again" Jason said after a long silence.
Jason began to approach his wife, trying to gently caress the cheek that had been missing for days from his sight.
"I don't know Jason, but I hope you can realize that I'm just an ordinary human being, who could have run out of patience if faced with you who's always been like that"
"By, I have to finish something first, then I can really stop, please believe me this time, after everything is done I will completely leave my black world" Jason said, he held tightly to his wife's two hands, hoping that Shirleen might melt again with the bastard who was trying to insyaf like him.
"I'm not the one who can believe that after being obviously disappointed, lied to, you're obviously lying to me like a kid who won't know anything"
"One time chance, I promise !"
"I can't promise, it seems like it's very hard for us, what else for you that can't be trusted, if you can change just prove not to use the promise of everything"
"All right"
While in a park, someone was thinking about how the fate of his marriage.
Since deciding to marry the woman, even though it was forced, Sri was not legal as his wife.
The responsibility of Sri's parents had moved on to her from that day on. How could he not accept this marriage.
Not giving Sri a living, both birth and mind alone has made her sinful, leaving the wife in sorrow and distress, it is not at all a teaching in her religion about a marriage.
He feels difficult to accept Sri, but it is not true that Sri is his wife and he is obliged to make happy the woman who has been halal for him.
Well man is the place of wrong and sin, for hate he even forgets that he must be responsible as a husband.
"I've gone too far" he murmured.
He lay his head on the garden chair, saw two paired birds sharing food, it was that simple and it felt so loving.
He remembered his wife Sri, and even he never ate a meal with Sri, he always avoided physical contact with her.
"I think I'm outrageous" he murmured again.
He decided to go home and planned to apologize to his wife, he would try to accept this marriage even though he had not loved.
True said Sri, although not love but there is no harm in trying after all they are halal.
When he wanted to step out of the park, he saw a hairpin that he thought was beautiful, he unconsciously approached the merchant who peddled the various accessories.
"How much bang ?" his mouth had responded faster than his brain, his brain had just thought about whether it was suitable if the hairpin was wearing Sri, but his mouth had even asked for a price.
"Ten thousand, cheap"
"This one bang" Pinta Dareen.
Dareen pointed at a hairpin with a small red ribbon accent, she remembered Sri often wore a hairpin like that to hold her bangs if she was in the room together with him.
"This" said Dareen while giving a piece of money fifty thousand rupiah, then passed away.
"Return dik" hold the sword.
"Make a brother" said Dareen.
"Alhamdulillah, may the marriage spit same boyfriend yes dik, surely for his girlfriend is a clasp" said thankfully the trader.
Dareen only responded with a smile, the merchant's prayer seemed less than right for him.
He then rushed to the parking lot and began to drive his motorbike to go home.
Sri's face is always trying to smile even though he often snapped it, like a tangled cassette that is always twisted again. There was a tightness in his chest, there was a sliver in his heart.
Sri who always wants to indulge and always seeks his attention, but he remains ignorant and as if fortifying the heart to never fall in love with the wife, heh what kind of principle it is, heh what kind of principle it is, his perverted inner base regrets.
It should not be so, wife or husband is a deposit that should be maintained as well as possible.
Embarrassed by the ustadz children who often say about him complex. It is given the temptation to marry a widow alone is angry and does not accept, even though whatever the status of Sri is still his wife who should have been accepted with pleasure and should always be appreciated.
"Sri..."
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