ABI'S HUSBAND OF CHOICE

THE SPA 28

Morning has welcomed, the sun has appeared shyly. Husein still faithfully coiled under the blanket with peace until he was disturbed by the hot sunlight that directly hit his face through the ventilation.

Hussein opened his eyelids slowly. Adjusting the light in the room. It felt a bit painful indeed, however, Husein still tried to open the net perfectly. Husein put away his blanket to make it easier for himself to sit down.

"God!!! What the hell's going on? Where's my clothes?" Husein was surprised to see himself without wearing a thread.

Husein again remembered the incident yesterday. But none of Husein can remember but going to the club after catching her lover's depraved act. As powerful as Husein remembered it, Husein could not. Ahhh, yes Husein forgot if he remembered his secretary and his best friend while at the club and stopped his drinking.

Soon Husein took the flat object that was beside his pillow. ("Hallo Sein, what's wrong?") the voice over there was heard in the senses of Husein's listeners.

("Who wants me to go home?") ask Hussein to the point.

("Gue. What was? Did something happen to you?") tanyanya.

Husein was silent for a moment. If his best friend and secretary say it like that means nothing happens outside the house. ("It's okay, I'm just doing it. Thank you for coming because you have kicked me home.") Husein immediately turned off his clothes. Put that flat object back on the bed.

Husein stared at his bed and those eyes caught a clear red patch on the white sprey as well as the blanket that had just covered his body. Husein could not deny if it was blood. Husein continued to look around his room and again the eye caught a piece of cloth that could be in the tax on Husein is a hijab that is usually used Aida. Yes Hussein couldn't have been wrong to see if it did belong to the wife.

"God!!! Did I do that to him?" Husein scooped his face violently.

Soon Husein shook his mind for a moment. He currently needs a bath to refresh his mind and body. Some of his body was also tired.

Husein went down the stairs to the kitchen. There was his wife who was serving breakfast as usual. The woman indeed deserves a thumbs up because, never neglect in the duties of some wife.Seems the woman's face a little pale with puffy eyes, may be out crying it thought Husein.

"Did something happen last night?" husein asked after his wife had brought him breakfast.

"Mommy mean?" Kaning Aida frowned at her husband.

"Did anything happen between us last night?" ask Hussein again.

"According to Mas?"

"Jawab only, between yes and no!" Press Husein stared at his wife's nyalang who felt toying with questions.

"If anything happened last night what would you do?" tanya Aida shifted the plate containing her rice slightly forward.

"Forget it!" husein said with a firm voice.

Aida's eyes fiddled at her husband's words. Forgetit? Can Aida forget the events that are even very imprinted in her. "Forget Mas?" repeated Aida who got the nod from Husein. "Why?" aida continued with eyes that began to condense.

"Picture what happened last night that never happened. Let's just say last night was just a nightmare for both of us. Act as if nothing had happened between us" Husein gently asked but arranged into Aida's heart.

"Can you bring back the precious thing in me, Mom? So that I can easily forget according to your words. Can you give me back, please? Let me also assume this is just a nightmare that stops by for a moment?" Aida looked at her husband while holding back the cry that almost came out.

"meaning?" ask Husein not understand.

"Can you go back to something you took from me last night, Mas? Can you give me back my virginity to the way I was?"

Husein fell silent, unable to answer his wife's words. How can he restore his wife's virginity if he has taken it. "Who told you to come into my room?" Husein did not run out of words, just the word came out of his mouth that was smart.

"So you blame me for coming in to help you, Mas? Then would I still be wrong if I were to come out you pull and you hug so tightly Mas? Am I still wrong with all the efforts I make to be free from you but it doesn't work? Would I still be wrong if I had warned you that I am not your lover, I am not the woman you love? Where's my fault, my?" The hunger that Aida had felt evaporated instantly. All that was left behind was the pain that squeezed his chest so strongly.

Husein was silent again at his wife's words. The tongue is very difficult to find a reason that can make the woman silenced. But nothing can get his brain out. His brain is so dead.

"The point is you have to forget what happened last night. Don't ever assume it's the right thing to happen!" husein's speech made Aida's smile inflate perfectly. Not a happy smile yet, a smile filled with incisions.

Aida nodded her head several times. "If that's what you want, well I'll do it Mas" replied Aida who was still with a smile on her lips.

"Good!! That's what I want." Husein smiled at Aida's words. His words are fruitful with sweetness.

"But bring me back to my parents' house, and let's find each other's happiness. Let us open a new leaf in our own way, Mas," The smile that rose on Husein's lips disappeared in an instant. The face changed in an instant when he heard his wife's words making him speechless.

"Can you please? Then what you want will be realized Mas," Aida noticed her husband's changed look in an instant.

Honestly, Aida really did not want to say that to someone who was heaven to her. Aida is afraid of sin, but what can Aida do if her husband asks for something that even Aida herself cannot make. How can Aida forget her lost honor taken by her husband who although legitimate for the man. How could Aida think last night was just a nightmare she had?

Aida is the same as most women who will feel hurt if her own husband does not consider honor to be meaningful. How could Aida be so sincere if her husband's mouth said so grievously? The wound that had not dried before, but now has been given a new wound that is increasingly gaping but added again with lemon juice, like that is about Aida's heart today. Crushed, devastated by her husband's silence. However, back when Aida had to remember the power, God is all-forgiving but can she forgive her husband's words that pierced like a dagger?

TB