[[Love To Life]
LTL Part 9's

Raka pockets a photo paper she accidentally finds in a P3K box.

Raka looked up at Valenzi who had fallen asleep on the bed. Inevitably Raka had to leave that room. Just to relieve his emotions that almost rebelled.

Raka had no idea what his wife was doing. Raka is still calming her emotions in her study. Chests rumbling. Undeniably, tears that have been pooled in his eyes, began to fall one by one. There was a sense of guilt running all over his body. Like a pulse that continues to beat nonstop.

Heart's throbbing. Raka slammed her head against the wall. Trying to control his emotions. But in reality, it is the emotions that this time managed to control him.

Raka was asleep at what time. Clearly, no part of this room still looks neat.

Valenzi groaned inside his thick blanket. He sat down and gathered all his consciousness.

She was a little surprised by his whereabouts now, wasn't she asleep in Raka's car last night? Did Raka take him to the room?

Valenzi smiled, and went to clean himself up, and prepared breakfast for Raka.

Breakfast was ready at the dinner table, Valenzi was waiting for her husband long enough. However, there was no sign that her husband would be down soon.

With a smile that was still burning, making his face blush whenever he thought of Raka who carried him into the room.

Valenzi walked into Raka's study after knocking on the door slowly.

His eyes were staring at the entire room. The room that can not be separated from the size of 12x12 square meters, does not leave a single place that is not messy.

Valenzi closed his mouth, looking at Raka's shirt with blood. His eyes unintentionally saw Raka's hand that was not wrapped in the blanket was red.

Valenzi shook his head. And ventured to look at Raka's hand closely.

Valenzi looked at the wound on Raka's handbook. The mirror in Raka's room also broke, her glasses strewn across the floor.

Raka groaned slowly, her hands slightly sore.

His eyes were open, though not completely. He got up and sat leaning against the sofa, with his eyes still twitching repeatedly.

Valenzi knelt down in front of Raka, watching Raka's hand that he was still holding.

Raka forcefully pushed Valenzi's body to the ground violently.

"I-I see your hands are bleeding," she said.

"Don't hold-hold!"

"You-you, why?" valenzi asked with a fear that had spread throughout his body.

Especially when Raka stood up and walked towards him with a piercing glare. "What are you doing?"

Valenzi retreated his steps slowly, as Raka continued to walk forward.

"It's not the way, if you want to torture me," he said in a soft, horrible tone.

"KILL ME!!!" snapped it.

Valenzi's back was already clashing against the wall of the room. His chest was rumbling, his heartbeat was clearly visible. And his breath is hunting.

With red eyes holding back the anger, Raka approached Valenzi. It was very close, leaving only 10 centimeters between the two.

Valenzi did not dare to look into Raka's eyes that looked so scary. Raka's anger at her, Valenzi never saw the anger of a real Raka. Very very scary.

Raka gets closer, and locks Valenzi on the wall. Raka clenched her two hands that were leaning against the wall firmly. His eyes looked at Valenzi with anger.

Valenzi closed his eyes tightly. Hope nothing happens to him. His body trembled violently, a sign that he was truly afraid.

Raka raised her right hand into the air. And raised his fist.

"ARGH!!!" Raka shouted with her fist that hit the wall hard.

Valenzi was jumped with his eyes still tightly shut.

Valenzi decays, after Raka comes out and slams the door hard. Valenzi could not hold back his tears.

This time, Raka's anger really looks really terrible. Valenzi never expected her husband would be this rude to her.

Valenzi was crying in Raka's room. Coinciding with the roar of the car leaving the yard.

"What did I do to make Raka angry! Why is he always beating me up! Without knowing where my mistakes are! I always say the words papa to mama! But why can't Raka value me as his wife? Why is Raka acting like I don't exist? He's acting like I'm the criminal he's always judging! Am I that bad?!He never touched me at all! And I don't want to touch it! I'm tired! Tired of the same life that makes me tormented like this! Mama, Papa, Zizi wants to go home with you."

Valenzi shouted, vaporizing everything he felt. Although the feeling will continue to increase in each day. Valenzi only took a moment for him to forget about the incident earlier.

Valenzi thinks something is making Raka angry. Butwhat? So far she has made no mistake resulting in her husband being furious with her.

For almost half an hour, Valenzi was restrained with her daydream in Raka's room. His eyes looked straight at the state of the room. His body is barely powered. It seemed that he did not want to see Raka's creepy eyes anymore. He wants to end it. Ending a life that tormented his inner self to this very moment.

A promise will remain a promise. There will be no promises before he gets married, which he will miss.

"Whatever the circumstances, I will not stay with my husband," he said as if repeating his promise to Reno-paanya.

Valenzi stood up, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

With a strong heart and steady steps, Valenzi cleaned up Raka's messy room. And do not forget the broken glass scattered on the floor.

"Ash." Valenzi saw blood dripping from his palm.

The coldness mixed with pain made him pause his work. He immediately cleaned his palm and wrapped his palm with a bandage.

After that, he returned to work that he had delayed.

It took a while to clean up the mess Raka made. Enough to drain Valenzi's energy.

Sweat began to pour on his forehead. The temperature of the air conditioning had already lowered him, but it could not reduce the fatigue in his body.

Valenzi threw his body onto the sofa. Still in the same room, Valenzi fused his disordered breathing. And straighten his legs.

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The night is getting late, it should be at this hour, Raka has gone home. Valenzi was seen pacing around the dining table.

The food that was still available on the table was already cold. The clock shows at 12:30. It was almost morning, but Raka did not come home.

Valenzi decided to go to the room. She grabs her phone, and searches for Raka's name in her contacts.

"Well, the gap is the number" he said, patting his forehead gently.

Valenzi took the initiative to go to her husband's office. Find his secretary's number. Dan, can.

Valenzi immediately copied the number and dialed it.

"Hello, good night. Raka's company."

"Ah, hello. It's me, Valenzi."

"Ah, what's up, Mom?"

"Is there overtime today?"

"Ah ..., no, Ma'am."

"Is my husband still in the office?"

"It doesn't seem like it, Mom. Just then when I came home, I saw Mr. Raka also coming home from the office, Mom."

"Oh ..., so, huh? Yasudah, sorry to interrupt the night. Thanks, yeah"

"It's okay, Mom. You're welcome."

Valenzi's call was cut off.

If her husband has come home, why hasn't he reached home yet?

Aware of her daydreams, Valenzi returned to her room, and changed the bandage on her palm.

Finished changing the bandage, his hands were busy looking for something. He still remembered clearly, if he had put the paper in this box.

Valenzi took out all the contents from the P3K box he was holding. His face looks panicked. It was impossible for the paper to just disappear.

Valenzi remembered something. Suddenly he closed his mouth and rounded his eyes.

"Is it not possible" he broke.

"But nothing here" he lamented. His hands and eyes were still busy looking for the paper he had placed inside the P3K box.

It's been half an hour, but it's been nothing.

Valenzi. "There's no way that picture is with Raka."

...🍁...

...salam, sir,...

...Ika & Anggity...