The Secret Wife of the BEM Chairman
Ending Life

At night, Nara goes to Gibran's house first, as Nara seems frustrated by what has happened.

"You slept in my house first, huh? Haven't you?" Gibran tries to talk to Nara. Because along the way, Nara just stood still and looked towards the outside window.

"Yes, I think I also need more peace" replied Nara limply.

Gibran got out of his car and brought Nara's belongings into his house. Even Gibran opened his car door so Nara could go straight down.

"I'm sorry, I'm repotin' you" Nara said as she hesitated to enter Gibran's house.

"No papa. I don't want you to live with a guy like that. I hope he doesn't take his chances well, so he can separate from you." Gibran put Nara's things in the guest room that had been cleaned and tidied up.

Nara put down the awakened Syakila, fortunately the little princess Nara was not fussy at all. Gibran took the ice water and treated Nara's wound, which appeared to be bruised and turned purple.

"ill? Compress first, huh? Let tomorrow not be so sick and painful," Gibran said while sticking a cold cloth on some of Nara's face and hands.

"You're bleeding too, aren't you?" asked Nara who was equally worried.

"I'm a guy, I'm used to wounds like this." Gibran appears to be playing with Syakila and allowing the woman to heal herself first.

In the middle of Nara compressing her wound, she recalled her husband's words, then stopped compressing the wound.

"Gibran, I don't think the same attitude of my husband. Why is he coming to me?" Nara started talking about that.

Gibran, who was playing with Syakila, looked at Nara with a look of compassion.

"He was less than grateful, Nara. If you can, don't give him another chance. He won't change, and I'm sure, when you're left, he'll definitely go with Adel." Gibran tried to strengthen the woman. "You rest first, huh? Just let me, I can take care of the baby." Gibran wants Nara to rest, he's been through a very tough day.

"Can? I'm so sleepy, tired too. Syakila wants me to take it." Nara was a little hesitant, however, her mind was also not clear at all and it was dangerous to her mentally.

"No, Syakila is just like me. You're taking a break?" Gibran held Nara's hand.

Nara smiled and slept next to Syakila who was playing with Gibran. Though he actually did not feel good with Gibran because he did not know himself and could only trouble the man alone.

Because she was tired and her body was all sick, Nara fell asleep next to Syakila. Gibran who saw it was also very sorry and very sad. The man's eyes could even glaze over when he saw Nara's deteriorating state.

"Nara ... Why should you go through all this bitterness? You are a very good person." Gibran rubbed Nara's hair.

Gibran tries not to disturb Nara's sleep. Until Syakila was bored and began to whine often. He asked for milk.

Deftly, Gibran immediately understood and went to the room to take formula milk and make it for Syakila. Nara who heard her daughter whining, immediately woke up and half-consciously looked for her daughter.

"Eh? Eh? Where's son?" asked Nara who was surprised when she saw her son was no longer next to her.

"Syakila in front. You have rest! I can take care of Syakila." Gibran went to the kitchen to make milk, and gave it to Syakila, leaving the little baby speechless.

"The son of Mama Nara. Sleepy huh? So you want to drink milk?" Gibran spoke to Syakila, whose eyes were slightly heavy after being given milk.

Nara who had already woke up on the mattress was immediately leaning for a while on the wall while collecting her life. He was a little moved to see Gibran being so kind to Nara.

After waking up, instead of recovering, he was increasingly unprepared for the reality. His mind was messed up and when he came home later, what did he have to say?

This affair cannot be accepted by Nara, because the husband has touched the body of another woman who is not even his wife. He paused for a moment and continued to blame himself.

"Maybe, I'm the one who's not so smart as a wife? Eat it my own husband behaves so to me." Nara took a deep breath and let her tears go.

At the table near the mattress, Nara noticed a small sharp razor. He felt that his life was no longer useful, and it would be better if he died alone. Nara took her phone and opened her photo gallery.

"Oh my God, am I that bad in my husband's eyes? Until my own husband dares to fuck another woman? Am I lacking in his eyes?" nara asked while looking at her phone which had taken some strong evidence that Rendi was cheating and had sex with another woman.

He is further devastated when he sees a photo of his father and mother when Rendi and Nara are legally married. There they seem happy, though their hearts are broken to see their daughter broken.

"I'm sorry, Dad, mom. Nara can't be a good boy." A soft word came out from the mouth of the woman whose heart was breaking. He felt that his life was no longer useful, and was already smashed into pieces.

Her head hurts, her heart beats faster than usual, there is a sense of curiosity, but she herself knows that the cause of her husband cheating must be because of Nara who is not so bad. He continues to blame himself.

Until Nara took the razor on the table and her hand shook as she held the small, sharp object. Nara was ready to scratch the thing into her veins, because she felt that her life was no longer meaningful in this world.

"How will my face look when I meet my parents? Or even the two old men of Rendi? I wasn't even ready to see them cry out in agony from seeing my broken household" the woman muttered slowly.

Tears continued to flood her cheeks, even though her hands were shaking violently, Nara continued to aim the razor at her left pulse. He didn't even feel scared or disinclined.

"Sorry, Gibran. I don't want to live anymore with this complicated problem."