I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
I Love Him

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"I'd guess. Your conversation will always go back there." Dhea threw her face back to continue her path down the sidewalk. He decided to stop responding to Panji.

"Answer my question first!" Pennants shouting. The banner pounced on Dhea's two shoulders with his hand. He turned the position of Dhea's body until it faced him again.

Dhea turned her face away. His nose smelled something unusual. To the extent that Dhea had to block the nostrils with her index finger.

'Drunk?' Dhea tried to observe Panji more closely. Unusual and reddened eyes. How to stand that is not as fast as usual. And again, how to talk Panji ....

"I have to call someone to take you home" Dhea said after believing Panji was really drunk.

"My life was ruined after you left, just like that" Panji said in a voice that sounded ordinary. Not too drunk.

"Good, everybody blames me." Dhea muttered in annoyance.

"Who would dare to blame you? Huh huh? Tell me?" This time Panji's question sounded a little slurred.

"You, just now! Plus your wife because you don't make her happy enough" Dhea replied with emphasis. "You have a beautiful wife, a handsome son, an established job. That's enough to make you happy." Dhea pushed Panji's shoulder slowly.

"I don't love her." The flag bowed lethargic. 'I'm sorry, Dhea.' The Inner Panji somehow felt sore.

"Omong empty!"

"I love you." Panji lifted his gaze. Eyebrows wrinkling. His gaze was sharp with a peeking layer of glass.

"Don't make me spit in front of you. You can stop your love words now." Dhea freed her shoulders from the clutches of Panji.

"You think I'm lying? I can't forget you."

"You love him or at least love him. I know it. No need to feel guilty about me anymore, Panji." Dhea again softened her voice.

'You know?' The banner was shocked in the heart. "You really don't know anything, Dhea." Panji is still trying to convince Dhea.

"It's because I know you so well. Honestly, Panji, you love her, don't you? You just feel guilty about me and dismiss your true feelings. You don't love me. You just love our long-standing relationship."

Panji. He pensively momentarily. However, Dhea was not too sure what her drunk condition could make Panji really think of Dhea's words.

"I'm living my life. I want to start my own happiness. Not you. So I hope you can do the same. And certainly without feeling guilty again to me .... "

"It's not just for you but for me. Consider this my last request. Please." Dhea continued her words.

Dhea tried to express her true feelings. Dhea was tired of her life always being like this. Haunted by his past mistakes. Dhea hoped Panji would understand.

"What do you mean?" This time Panji slightly raised his voice.

"Forget me! Love your wife and your family so that Rena stops hating me" Dhea said as she pushed Panji's shoulder gently. "Start a better and happier life so I don't feel guilty anymore. One more thing, never get drunk like this .... "

Panji held tightly onto Dhea's hand before successfully pushing her shoulder again. "What do you care?" The banner gritted its teeth.

"Alcohol will ruin your mind. Make your heart hurt .... "

"My heart is sick!" Panji firmly.

"Sick in the true sense. Your heart can be broken. Your liver's gonna be ruined,"

"Do you care once again?"

"Just like Rena asked for my womb. I'm afraid he'll also ask my heart to be transplanted to you if you get sick." Dhea flicked her hand from Panji's grasp. "So please .... Let's live each of our lives happier," continued Dhea. 'I'm sorry, Panji, ' she regrets in her heart.

"Then you're the happy one. I will remain .... "

"God .... My father must hate me and your family so much. Because you made me bow repeatedly." Dhea was suddenly ready to rest in front of Panji. He almost dropped his knee on the concrete of the very hard sidewalk.

"What are you doing?" Panji momentarily regained his consciousness. Both Panji's hands swiftly restrained Dhea and made her stand up again. "Don't do this" Pinta Panji.

"Please, my life can only be quiet when your family can get happiness again. It will also lessen my guilt a little bit" said Dhea, who still sounded strong. Yes even though half dead he held back his despair.

"Dhea, we've been unhappy from the beginning."

"Believe your family with the love and affection you have. I know you have that feeling. Don't let your guilt be on me .... "

'Buk'

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