Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
EPISODE 169 THANK YOU FOR ALL THESE INJURIES
"Diah's? are you out of your mind?" Bram chuckles while tidying up his pants, suddenly his nape brushes to see Diah's gaze on him, the woman he knew always loved him.
"I've lost my sanity a long time since I've known you!"
Diah, who was half-*njang due to Bram's treatment, looked at Bram.
"What are you looking for from me again? Maybe your cheating woman is throwing you away so you think of taking back the old stuff you left behind? Even animals will not treat their partners as you are trying to do now! you know what that means? what am I saying to Mas? I'm saying that ahlak mas is inferior to animals." How cruel and piercing the words of Diah, who immediately made Bram's anger ignited again, his hands raised, he was ready to teach his wife a lesson that he considered very insolent.
Instead of dodging, Diah took off the cloth tablecloth that covered his body wrapped in shredded negligee, then with his chin raised to meet the slap.
Now that Bram was amazed with Diah's attitude, his legs were like they were glued to the floor and his hands were raised high floating frozen in the air.
"Hit it! Just hit! Because this bad body is all I have left over from all the pain you have inflicted on me. If you feel you have the right to hit me, then hit me, as much as you can! I'd rather you hit me than you fuck me like a demon!" Diah ruffled her waist defiantly, without fear.
Bram took a step back, Diah's attitude was really scaring him now.
"You..you're not afraid of me?"
"I'm not afraid of you anymore, mom!"
"Did you forget that you were begging for my love? You're the one who asked me to do whatever you want as long as I stay by your side?"
"I didn't forget! even I carved out that moment as something I will never forget in my entire life, you know why? to remember, to humble myself to love a heartless person is to curse yourself!"
"You dare divorce me?" bram asked while trying to look mocking, but he was so daunted by the attitude of Diah who changed 180 degrees from Diah the wife he knew so far.
"Should I be afraid?" Behind asking, his tone was more mocking than Bram.
"I've only met a little bit of my sanity these days, and when I think about my divorce with you in earnest it's actually not as good as I imagined it to be! I didn't immediately make me die without you. I'm still alive. Didn't we? Then do you think I'm afraid of getting divorced from you now?"
Bram almost lost his words, Diah was like a person who was at the lowest point of his emotional fear, which in the end made Diah brave without thinking about anything else.
"You've been living on the mercy of my parents, that camkam!"
"If I were you, I'd be even more ashamed, because my wife and children are cared for by my parents not by myself as a husband." Diah grinned, all the things that were in her heart, buried for so long felt like they just poured out.
Bram was astonished, how not after his quarrel with Sally today, he felt as a man he lost his place. Sally who is dominant and has always been tough since long ago, actually Bram does not mind it. She's known Sally's character since she dated him as a teenager. But, now that Sally has become more and more, ever since she inherited her papa's estate, she's become more and more arbitrary to Bram, as if Bram existed as her pet. Treated as he pleased.
And Sally even blatantly says she really wants her ex-fiance Raka, in between their hot games in bed. She shamelessly said, if there is a man she wants to be made husband to, she wants Raka!
"I never loved you, Diah, I never wanted you! I hate you too, Diah, hate that cheap you." Bram suddenly chuckles, and so he feels victorious, throwing off Diah's feelings is his forte, by reminding this woman that he married Diah by force.
Diah's face pias hardened, his eyes unblinking looking at Bram. The hurt and heartache seemed to be impaled as a grudge that he did not know the taste anymore.
If he could still cry to fight the pain now he felt his heart numb, empty and he did not even understand what it was like.
The highest pain is, when we no longer feel anything even want to cry, there is no taste and tears.
"I'm grateful to hear that, Mom. At least I don't feel the slightest guilt for what happened after this. Thank you for all these wounds." Diah spoke without expression.
That night, Bram left again, carrying his wrath, and Diah did not have to guess where her husband was going.
...***...
Diah bit her lip, grabbed her phone that was on the corner table. The rain made deaf ears, cold air was sent out through the open window, even the rain point in the wind up to Diah's cheek.
A heavy sigh, ending his long daydream.
Everyone will meet from the limits of his ability as a human being even though he may be the one who has the most patience in the world, the wounds that are incised over and over again and so deeply, he said, one day it will gather the pain into a grudge, at least avenging the same feeling, though perhaps in a different way.
With no hesitation then Diah dictated in his heart the numbers under Sarah Davieka Wijaya's name to himself while punching keys in favor of keys keyboard his phone and when the writing rang it appeared he had steady ended his mourning period for the suffering that had been borne by him.
Rise up now for him, is not an option but a necessity,
"Hallo?"
"Hallo..make Sarah?"
"Yes, I'm alone. This who?"
"Me, mbak. I'm Diah."
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