Apparently, Young Wife

Chapter 89

...****Talk!****...

Abram was standing in front of the washbasin. His left hand is seen holding a shaver. Carefully, he rubbed the cream, then began to shave the thin fur that grew on the chin. Suddenly, Nindira came and hugged him from behind. His sudden arrival, made Abram lost focus, until finally ....

Cress

“Ahh!”

Abram shook Nindira's hand, and drew closer to the glass. Saw a 3 cent scratch on his chin, which instantly spewed out fresh blood.

“Where are you? Can you see the hell?” Abram looked at Nindira from the mirror.

“A-I gotapin plaster.” Nindira's leaving. Abram threw his shaver on the floor. Then he went to change his clothes.

Just as she finished changing clothes, Nindira came up with a medicine box. Seeing her husband neat, she asked.

“Sa-honey, where are you going?”

“Go, work!” Abram replied indifferently.

Hearing that, the look on Nindira's face turned crimson. He quickly grabbed Abram's hand. Obviously the man said yesterday that he would be at home until his 40-day papa.

“Why? You promised me, darling.”

Abram shook Nindira's hand. Then he took a deep breath while fixing his shirt arm. As if he did not care about his only wife who was 5 months pregnant. After his clothes looked neat, he turned around, and puffed out his chest.

“Nindira, I looked at you!”

Lightning tub on a sunny morning. Striking so hard that it woke up a lot of people. However, the lightning this time focused on snatching the woman. The strike was too strong, until the whole itself suddenly went limp. He took a few steps back and fell on the bed.

“After giving birth, I will take care of her divorce papers.” Abram's words were quite soft, but they were heard clearly in Nindira's ears.

“Darling ... You're kidding, aren't you?"

The woman's gaze was straight forward, blending with the air around, making her eyes wet.

“New papa just left. Don't mess around, not funny.” He looked up, looking at the chest of the field of the husband who was standing not far from him.

“Our deal ends when your papa leaves. You approve of that, Nindira.”

The man he thought he had gotten in full. Without wind, without rain, suddenly dropped the word ‘talak’ lightly. The marriage she thought would be happy, when she was pregnant with a child.

In the end, it was all just groundless pseudo-thought. Deciding on everything he had been holding so firmly. All his efforts, in fact, were in vain.

With trembling lips, he stopped Abram's slow pace. “You know me one thing,” he said still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the back of the man who stopped at the doorway.

“For so long, have you never loved me?”

“No, at all!” Every word of Abram, as if in affirmative word for word. Which suddenly turned into an arrow. He was released from close range, until he stuck firmly in the heart of Nindira.

“Which part?” Shouted Nindira while standing up and slowly stepping up.

“Which part of me isn't worthy of you? Which part of me is lacking, huh!” Several times he raised a fist in Abram's arm. But the man quietly flinched in his place.

Fresh blood slowly flowed from both of Nindira's smooth white thighs. Pain that rained, making the woman hold her stomach while moaning.

“AAHH!”

Nindira clutched the edge of Abram's shirt. Wishing the man would respond to his groaning, and take him to the hospital, just like he used to. However, something beyond belief happened. Abram ignored Nindira, he even took off the woman's hand and left. Without looking, or saying anything. Leaving Nindira with his moans.

“Mas! Mas!” His voice tried to make Abram turn away. However, he only saw the back of the husband slowly disappearing.

"Mas Abram! AARGH!"

His shrill cry, making the people in the house running came over. It looks Om Pras who was staying at home, came first. Followed by her mother and Aunt Ve.

"Bring to the hospital! Cepetan, Pras!" Shouted his helpless mother looking at the blood between the princess' thighs.

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