Apparently, Young Wife

Chapter 39

...****all still for his sake****...

Abram stepped in, his hand pushing the door open slightly by Zahra. His eyes began to look around, observing every corner that was there. Zahra could not shake Abram, so he chose to let him in.

“A-what's up?” zahra asked, gripping the door.

“We need to talk!”

Abram walked in, then sat down on the sofa. His eyes focused for a moment, looking at the old fast food wrapper on the table. Then moved to see the suitcase scattered on the floor.

“You came home today?”

“Iya, leaving soon.”

Zahra was still standing by the door. Talking a little distance away from her husband.

“Sit for a moment? I want to talk.”

Zahra crept slowly on the wall, walked slowly, tried to get closer, but still at a safe distance. The trauma of that night still haunts him. Seeing Zahra trembling in fear, Abram tried to apologize first.

“Sorry, Bee. I'm a fool, I can't control my emotions very well. I'm sorry.”

Zahra was shocked to hear that. Seeing Abram apologize so sincerely reminded him of the wonderful years they lived. Abram appears to be returning to his former nature, according to Zahra.

“Mas not only want to talk about this, right?” Zahra.

“Mas would like to apologize to you, Bee. Don't know what else to explain. But the position went wrong. You know, Bee. They are required to act fairly. During this time, mas also meet all your needs.”

My eyes, hearing Abram's apology. Now it's changing fast. The bead stared intently at Abram.

“That nudai Mas make fair who? Not me, is it, Mas? I don't mean to do that. I also find the fastest way to help Mas, soupnya ngak burden of responsibility. Also do not feel constantly demanded.”

Abram swallowed his saliva roughly. The explanation of his young wife is correct. Ever since Zahra knew about his old wife, Abram had always felt compelled to be fair. I feel the responsibility tripled.

“Dead oath, Mas very dear to you. Mas ngak want to split, ngak want divorce.”

Her ears were already hot enough to hear such sentences. His heart is dead, his love is gone. In fact, he was always happy when Abram said a sentence like that. But now, it sounds disgusting to him.

Love ...

Say love but can hook another woman until she gets pregnant. A hypocrite!

“Can't, Mas. I can't share. You obviously knew my principles from the beginning, didn't you?” Zahra threw away her face, her hands creeping up and preparing to open the door. He took a swing, if Abram later acted recklessly.

“Mas know? No one dies because of deceit! Because it just breaks your heart, your mentality! To the point of making people run and banging their heads on the wall. I trusted you then ...”

Abram bowed for a moment. Regret as if piling up piece by piece, until he did not expect, the longer the higher. He couldn't look ahead and walk well.

He suddenly stood up, then walked over. Zahra's hand quickly opened the door. But when he looked at Abram's sad eyes, his suspicion diminished.

“Good, but .. mas request one thing.”

“A-what?”

“Please, explain what really happened. The viral news yesterday has made Nindira stressed. Please, yeah Bee. She's pregnant young, she can't stress.”

Abram's every word was like poison spread out bit by bit. Zahra thought Abram had actually come and apologized sincerely. But in fact, he was more concerned with his old wife.

Zahra thought a little longer. Looked at Abram's sight which looked quite serious.

“You want me to clear his name? Confess that I am the second? As a household destroyer of people, so Mas?”

“I want to be blasphemed all out, right? I'm not pregnant, I won't stress, right?”

Abram was unable to answer the slur of questions from his young wife.

“Listen well, Mas! Me, don't want a divorce from you!” Zahra stared intently at the husband's face.

“Three times you have looked at me, ten, a hundred or even thousands of times. Me, not getting divorced!”

Zahra stepped towards the door, opening it with all her might. Putting all his frustration in the wrong place.

“You can go home, Mas!”

Not getting divorced?

Control until divorce, no???

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