My husband loves my sister
chapter. 21

What the fuck?

This is not just prejudice. However, a fact that has slapped me. Don't ask me again how it feels?

My body feels like it has been broken into pieces that are crushed to pieces. Good Lord! I really can't afford it.

So right? That voice, that photo ...? Everything is right.

All this time, I was still trying to assume that everything I thought was a mistake. Told my brain to think that there were prejudices without any real evidence.

However, this sight in front of me was inevitable. The fact that Alina was crying in Bang David's arms. The man returned the embrace.

They are like lovers sharing grief. Relationships that run aground because of the third person. Damn, that person was none other than me.

My eyes are hot, but tears are no longer coming out. Maybe because I was too tired to cry. Perhaps it was also because the heart had been too disappointed.

I as a wife cannot even fill my own heart. Doesn't that man feel how much I love him? Hugely.

Yes .. and, this love also destroyed all the feelings I had. Vl

This love also tormented me in a prison called marriage.

This love has taken away my pride. The self-esteem of a wife who loves her husband, and her husband loves another woman instead.

I'm like a piece of worthless money meat. It was as if he had no heart that reigned feeling in his chest.

And then, all this became my fault. It was my fault that I loved him this big. It was my fault that he was happy when he proposed to me.

I hit the chest that felt tight. Inside it was as if it was squeezed by a huge rock. It hurts so much ....

I hurried back, back to bed. I just want to break myself down. I left the door open. Can't feel like closing it back.

When I got to bed, I immediately lay down. Facing wall. Want to close your eyes, but not be able to be closed.

Sighing for a long breath, trying to unravel the tightness that increasingly dominates the chest.

Good Lord! Please, not now. Poor mom.

Again ... I beat the chest, hoping that the tightness can be reduced. In fact .. This pain is so excruciating.

"I love you so much ...."

"I should have been Brother's wife, not Anna's sister."

"Abang .. I love Brother ...."

"I love Brother ...."

"Your marriage was just a mistake. All because of mom. I have misunderstood."

"Let's bang, let's explain everything now."

Thats enough. Please please!

I covered my head with a face, hoping that all the words that Alina that were ringing in the ears would soon disappear.

What wrong?

What wrong?

Why is my love so big?

Why do I have to get caught up in all this?

"This marriage is just a mistake." The sound of David bang six months ago again ringing in the ears.

My head hurts so much. I can't bear this pain.

"Aarrrrggghhh!!!"

I screamed under the pillow, as loud as it was.

"elena ... Anna ... What happened?" Mom's voice sounded panicked. His hands shake my body.

Pulling the pillow that buried my head with all my might.

"Anna ... Why is this, son?" Mom crying. Wake me up to sit. Her soft hands tidied up the messy hair, then stroked my face.

I'm still closing my eyes, these fucking tears just keep flowing without me holding back.

I wiped my tears gently. Unfortunately, my mother's treatment made me more fragile.

I was crying as much as possible. Then, the mother buried her head in her arms. It was the warmth that made me cry.

"Mother, Anna why?" The question of David's bang further aggravated the state of my heart.

Please, go Bang .. I don't want to see you.

His footsteps came closer. Then I felt the bed sway, he sat on the edge of the bed.

His hand is stroking my head.

"Let me, Mom ..." asked Mom slowly.

Mother nodded. Then release the grip. However, I tightened my embrace even more as my mother's hands began to put distance on my body.

I shook my head hard. My tears keep flowing.

"No, ma'am .. please .. don't ...." I asked him like a child.

"Anna, what's wrong?" Bang David asked in a very gentle tone.

"Bu, no ... Ms. .. please ... Ms ...." I don't care about that guy. I was getting a hug on the mother on her waist. Shake as hard as I can.

"Mom, please tell this man to come out, ma'am .. please. I am not strong ... Ms. .. please ...."

"Sin ...."

"Sin ...."

Mother's voice and David's bang almost simultaneously called my name. For whatever sake. I don't want to see it.

Next, there were footsteps approaching. I'm sure it's Alina.

"Mom please, I want to rest. Get them both out ... Ms ...."

"Sir ...." Alina hugs mom. His hand grabbed me by the stroking of my head.

"Mother, Sister ... Why Ms ...? What's going on?" Alina crying.

"Please ... Ms. .. tell them to come out. I'm gonna take a break."

"Son David, Alina .. You guys get out first. Let Anna rest. Later if there's anything, I'll let you guys know."

"But Miss ..." Ali tried to refuse.

"Go out first." Mom's voice was cold.

I heard a heavy breath from David. The man no longer spoke, then came out followed by Alina who came out.

"Now rest .. they have come out. It's just the two of us in this room." I justify the sleeping position.

Mother covered my body and sat on the edge of the bed. His hand kept stroking my head. While I buried my head in the part of my mother's body that I could reach. Finding the best position for me to rest.

The fact I just realized has really made things messy.

I can finally close my eyes. I don't know how long I slept.

When he woke up, it looked like David slept on the sofa sitting down.

My eyes focused on the man. His head was leaning against the wall, his legs were straight on with his hands crossed over his chest.

I looked around, where mom and Alina were. Then, my eyes were again glued to the tall body on the sofa.

Watch it without blinking. Then imagine, if only the man loved me. Maybe our marriage will be very happy. No one will be hurt, no drama and no regrets.

Everyone will be happy. A sense that no matter when it will be created in the chest.

The eyes finally opened, until we looked at each other for a long time.

However, in the next second. The man stood before me. Cupped both my cheeks, and .. I felt an intoxicating tenderness there.

My breath was hunting with a beating heart.

For the first time, the man kissed me