A Wound

Chapter 43's

Two days have passed. And this morning, Ibra had contacted Ara, saying that she was going home tonight.

During those two days, Ibra never forgot to tell his wife. They also often share stories about their activities through short messages. And that makes the two miss each other even more.

And tonight Ara was made impatient to meet the man.

Ara came out of her room and went downstairs, intending to go to the kitchen to fetch some drinking water. But his steps stopped, when he saw his father-in-law was sitting alone in the family room.

"Pa?"

"Fra! Come here sit down," bargained Papa Nahar.

"What is your own father, Mama?" ara asked, after completely sitting herself down.

"Maybe you're asleep. Ibra hasn't come home yet?"

"So he said he was on the street. Maybe it'll be here any minute. Papa why haven't you slept?"

"Not sleepy. So papa read the book first, let papa's eyes get tired.... Sorry papa yes. Papa made Ibra work hard, so she didn't have much time for you. You must be feeling lonely."

"Not what, Pa. Isn't a man's job like that" he smiled. "Oh yes, Papa, how do you read the book here? why not in the room? Let's just sleep, stay asleep."

Papa Nahar chuckled, then said, "Mama is angry with you."

"So Papa came here because he avoided Mama or was kicked out?" goda. Which made Papa Nahar chuckle.

"Papa deliberately went out, because if papa stays in the room, your mom won't stop nagging him either." Papa Nahar laughed again, followed by Ara who also laughed.

"Originally not responded, Mama you were angry just for a moment.... You're the same Ibra who got along. If you are marahan do not let out words that will make you regret later. Moreover, in your new age of marriage, in the future there will always be small things that you make a fuss just because of differences of opinion."

"Ibra's son is hard. It's very hard to tell. So you're the one who's patient, face it," he added.

Ara smiled slightly and nodded, "yes, Ara understands, Pa."

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

Ara smiled happily when she heard a familiar voice. "Looks like Ibra's sister, Pa."

"Yes, hurry up and greet your husband."

Ara nodded her head, and quickly ran out towards Ibra who had entered the house. Makes Papa Nahar laugh a little at his attitude that is so excited.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Is the brother here?" Ara threw her smile at Ibra, grabbing the man's hand and kissing the back of her hand.

"Why not sleep?" ask Ibra.

"So again the same stories Papa." Ara turned to look at her in-laws who looked at them.

Ibra then approached his papa and kissed the middle-aged man's hand. "Why haven't you slept?"

"Other father accompanied Ara, waiting for her husband to come home." Papa Nahar threw a teasing smile at Ara.

Ibra turned to Ara, who was standing right beside her. "You waiting for me?" tanyanya smiled. And it was answered with a nod by Ara, who blushed in embarrassment.

"But baby, I don't bring souvenirs for you" he added in a regretful tone.

"I'm not waiting for souvenirs" answered Ara quickly.

"So just waiting for me?" ibra asked, with a teasing smile.

"God what are you guys showing in front of papa. Continue in your room there." Papa Nahar shook his head while shaking his hand. It made Ibra and Ara laugh to see it.

"Then we go to the room first, Pa. Papa take a break too." Ibra grabbed Ara's fingers and grabbed them. "Come on!" He pulled his wife's hand, towards their room.

"Sir Ibra must be very tired. Does your sister want to drink something? I'll make it," he bargained. Trying to melt his already unfounded mood.

Ibra slowly took off her hand. "No need."

"Then take a shower. Ara will prepare Brother's clothes."

Ara then turned around, and walked towards the closet, to prepare her husband's clothes. But his steps stopped when a pair of burly arms hugged him from behind, making him jerk in surprise.

"Sister Ibra.." he said.

Ibra dropped her face on Ara's shoulder. "Let it be like this, just for a second," he asked.

"I really miss you" he said, further straining his embrace. "Did you miss me too?"

Ara slowly nodded her head, after a moment of silence, wrestling with her thoughts.

Ibra pulled both corners of her lips. I was happy with the answer Ara gave me. He then lifted his head and released one of his hands that had been coiled in his wife's stomach.

Ibra slowly removed the headscarf that Ara was wearing, and threw it away. He then pulled out his wife's unraveling hair and took her to the side.

He again dropped his face in the niche of Ara's neck, and inhaled the scent of his wife's body. And it managed to create an incredible sensation for him. Make him back tighten his embrace.

Ara's body shook violently getting that treatment. For the first time he felt the man's touch. And it managed to make his body feel cold hot. Even his heart was beating so fast.

Slowly Ibra turned Ara's body, facing her. He lifted Ara's chin which continued to look down, looking fixed on the nervous face. Ibra smiled slightly looking at the woman's face. Although his desire was already so great for the woman, but he would do it slowly. Think about it for the first time for them.

Ibra then floated a kiss on Ara's lips. Made Ara glare her eyes, looking at him. Ibra smiled again, and brought her face closer to Ara's. But he was disappointed, when Ara turned her face, avoiding the kiss he was about to give.

"Let me do it" he asked in an imploring tone.

"Sorry!" Ara spoke without daring to look at the man's face.

"Why?" Ibra cupped Ara's face, in order to look at her.

"sorry. But I can't." Ara slowly took off Ibra's two hands that were stuck to both of her cheeks.

"Didn't you have any feelings for me?"

"Sorry!" Ara looked down again, unable to see the disappointment on the man's face.

"Really?" tanyanya. Which was then answered with a nod by Ara.

Ibra pulled one corner of her lips, smiling disappointedly. "It seems I've misplaced my feelings for you" he said. Who then walked towards the wall, grabbed a key of his car and got out of the room.

Ara, who wanted to stop Ibra's departure, abandoned her intentions when the man had disappeared from behind the door that was closed so violently.

Ara dropped herself on the side of the bed, covered her face with both palms and cried to the fullest extent.

He truly regretted his actions. Feeling disappointed with himself, even condemning his stupidity, which had avoided the touch given by the man, who even he himself was very fond of him.

"I'm sorry... Ara was only afraid that Big Brother was disappointed with Ara, and left Ara. Ara was already comfortable with all this."

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