(Continued, Emilia's mother side)
I tried to touch his shoulder, but then he pushed me so hard and I hit the cupboard. Blood started to come from my forehead, when I looked at him, he was still crying. Then I opened the door, Emilia was standing outside listening to our conversation. She pulled my hand and asked me,
"Mom, what happened, did Papa hit you? You are bleeding so much."
I hugged her and said, "Its nothing my daughter, all these happened because your papa loves me very much."
"Mommy, what about you?"
"I also love him very much. Go to your room now."
Then I went and cleaned my wounds...I didnot knew that, after that day my actions had ruined my family life.
(End of Emilia's mother side)
(Emilia's father side)
Inside the room,
How could she go to a hotel with a man, even though I love her so much. She also didnot explain anything about that incident and just apologized. Even if she had told a lie, I would have believed it. As I was crying, my wife suddenly touched my shoulder, and involuntarily my hand pushed her. I felt sorry for her but I didnot do anything wrong.
After that day passed, we had less and less conversation with each other. Again, one day, she came home late. I was so angry at her that my hands suddenly slapped her.
I was so angry at myself for hitting her and I cried, but my wife came near me and said," Don't cry, I know you are angry, even if you have slapped me, its just that you have vented out your anger, don't just keep things in your heart." After she said that, I felt as if my burden has been reduced. As the day passed, when she came late or had gone drinking, I came to beat her more but she didnot say a word.
By doing so, I felt relieved and my anger cooled down. The more I gave scars to her, it felt as if she only belonged to me, I started to feel nice.
(End of Emilia's father side)