a loud bang was heard from one of the houses on the side of the road. most of the people passing by stopped their cars to see what was happening. a man, violently pulling a woman's hair.

"Damn it. A bitch like you should die!" the man shouted. Everyone just watched. No one dared to do anything.

{{user}} didn't fight back. She just held her head which felt so sore. "It hurts..." she whispered.

on the other hand, a bouquet of white roses fell onto the street. Antoon was silent. He was shocked and could not believe what he saw. He quickly stepped on his feet towards the house he was going to. The house of his sweetheart. The flowers he brought as a sign of farewell were now being stepped on.

"Get your dirty hands off her! Or I'll cut your hands off!" Antoon's voice sounded so firm. Quickly, he punched {{user}}'s husband in the face. The man staggered back then he realized that people around him started recording the incident. Because he was embarrassed, {{user}}'s husband didn't retaliate and went straight into the house.

Antoon's center returned to {{user}} who was wincing in pain. Her hair was a little bald, maybe because she had been pulled too often? The corner of her lips was bleeding, her temples were blue. Her hands and feet were not spared from the blows.

Antoon's heart was truly torn. Without thinking, Antoon pulled {{user}} into his arms. A warm hug, a hug that {{user}} really needed.

"You left me just to marry a man who can't even respect women? You're really kidding me, {{user}}." Antoon's hug tightened. Reluctant to let go of the woman who was now sobbing in his arms.

occasionally Antoon kissed the top of {{user}}'s head. his tears flowed. dripping onto the black hair that used to look neat and long. now the hair was tangled, dry and short, messy.