Novel & Cerita Maafkan Aku Suamiku

I will never loose my Aryan, insha Allah (By God's grace). I don't know what more to do to make my husband happy whenever he's home with me, it has always been seen in his eyes that he's not happy with me living in this house with him. He doesn't like talking to me nor will he even give me the chance to talk to him. He always snub me like I'm some what like a garbage, it's getting worse and it's frustrating day by day. I don't even know what to do anymore. Mom had asked me to come back home for the time being but Maa advised me not to leave else, I might loose my husband forever and I don't want to.

“Huwag mo akong sukuan. Please, stay with me. Huwag mo akong iiwan. Hindi ko kayang maiwan ulit.” Niyakap ko siya. Mahigpit na mahigpit. Paulit-ulit kong binubulong sa kaniyang hindi ko siya iiwanan. “Hindi kita kayang sukuan, Axl. Hindi kita kayang sukuan dahil mahal na mahal kita.”

I yelled at him. " I'm sorry Mr Robert, I can't because I don't know."

"I'm sorry I hurt you," ________

My mother's voice was calm as she spoke with Amaka. Amaka crossed her arms over her chest as she gave a polite nod to what my mother said. "I do not hold any grudges against your son, Ma. It's his life, and he can choose to be with whomever he likes. I have mine to live, and just because I have a child with him doesn't mean that I want him. I don't want him, and that's the truth."

She beg. "No I'm glad you're here I made a mistake in marrying you off this early. I hope you can forgive me." "There's nothing to forgive Dad." "Tell you what? I'm going to make it right for you." He said weakly. "What are you trying to say Dad?" "Just you wait Nikki my precious daughter" End of the flashback.

Silence fills the kitchen, he is ignoring me, it's like when we lived in the big house outside the city, we were strangers who didn't have a topic of conversation to say to each other, we only had time to argue and fight, hate each other and hurt people who loved us and didn't want to, but that he and I only used as a game. "I talked it over with Rafa, I want you to know that if things don't work out I'm going to accept not my mistakes and I'm not going to hide from you and no one." He turned off the fire so as not to heat my milk too much and I hissed it into a glass. "If you want a divorce after this I'm going to give it to you." "What I'm just having a stupid tantrum Ana?" his face keeps

"Can't you forgive me? I just want a last chance. I know that I messed up badly this time but think from my place once. I got insecure seeing the photos and my idea of being a mafia was always those types of crime. Please.. I know that I should have discussed it with you but I am like this who doesn't communicate to clear any confusion but jumps into the conclusion. I promise that I will discuss and share with you my problems in future ..I will fight with you but I will clear our misunderstanding after that. Please forgive me for this time. Please. I can't bear your silence anymore...I admit it. I want to give a fair chance to this marriage...to us...this time wholeheartedly.

Mamma cried as she watched me pace up and down the room, stuffing my things into my bag. "I'm leaving with Giovanni. My wedding to Vito is the after tomorrow and tomorrow we're attending Emilio's funeral. "Then why do you have to leave—" "Mamma!" I screamed at her. "Cazzo! Mi stai stressando!" (Mom! Fuck! You're stressing me out!) I took a deep breath, massaging the temples of my head to calm down. "Mi spiace, mi spiace, mamma," I sighed, exasperated. "I just...I don't know what to do." (I'm sorry, I'm sorry mom.)

"Forgive me. All of this is my fault. I also loves to you, but things are different, Mas. I suggests, you can find the figure of a dream angel mas. "All I want is you." I just shook my head. Why do you have to be faced with a situation like this? In this way, my guilt got even more significant. "Forgive me. Sorry, that is the only word that can I say. So many sins over you, let's pray for each other so that we are happy with our partners." I wiped my tears. "Is there no more chance for me?" Mas Rangga is still negotiating. And I can only shake my head and wipe my tears again.