Black Stain My Husband

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Zahra threw the bag in any direction. He hurriedly ran to the kitchen. Tying the hijab to the back. Folded his shirt to my side and opened all the things he bought after returning from the restaurant. 

"Why did Aidin say he was going home at four?" Grumbled. Prepare the seasoning he needs. Fortunately Zahra had prayed in a restaurant and could immediately cook. 

While frying, occasionally look at the clock attached to the wall of the dining room. Hope the needle that keeps spinning is a little slow. Afraid that she would be late to prepare food for her husband.

Nearly an hour later, Zahra was able to finish her cooking. There was fifteen minutes left. Zahra ran to prepare herself, unwilling to welcome Aidin with his kitchen-smelling appearance. 

Zahra wears a pastel-colored robe shirt with a matching hijab. Although the clothes were simple, it still did not reduce the beauty on his face that was natural. Wearing perfume on some parts of his body and then out. 

Four o'clock and thirty minutes, but no sign of Aidin coming home. Zahra took her cell phone and called her husband. 

Connected, but not lifted. 

Zahra looked at the food on the table. 

"It's almost cold, but why hasn't Aidin come home yet?"

Zahra's heart began to fidget, the sound of laughter he heard behind the phone this morning as if ringing makes him restless. 

Time keeps rolling. Aidin said he came home at four, but it was too late the man had not yet revealed his nose. Zahra yawns. He turned on the tv and laid his body down. Tiredness from a day of work.

Just a few minutes close his eyes, the sound of a horn echoing makes Zahra aghast, tidying up her hijab. Run open the door. 

I saw Aidin's tired face coming down from the car. The path staggered slightly with the hand holding the temple. 

"What's wrong with you, Mom?" zahra asked worriedly, helping Aidin to walk. 

"What the hell, just sleepy." Zahra's hand touched his body. 

"I've prepared the food" said Zahra, locking the front door. 

Aidin sat in the dining room chair. His hand held out to take a cup of coffee served. Just one sip, he returned the coffee violently to make Zahra shocked. 

"Why is the coffee cold? You want me to have a stomachache?" bentak Aidin's. 

"Sorry, Mas. I forgot, let me make it again."

"No need," Aidin went. The man then threw his body on the sofa, without heeding Zahra who took his suit. 

"Say tell him to prepare food, but why not eat it?"

Zahra approached Aidin. Help the man take off his shoes and justify his position until it looks comfortable. 

"If you know this, why am I cooking, where is my money for shopping," Zahra grumbled at the food that her husband had not touched in the slightest. 

Zahra bandaged Aidin's body with a blanket. Although treated not so well, she still carried out her duties as a wife, hoping that Aidin's heart would melt and be able to accept it. 

"I want to see you smile at me, Mom. But why is it that every time we meet, you are always angry. What exactly is my fault. If you don't love me, why did you propose and marry me?"

Zahra's tears are shed. Since marriage never felt the warmth of the husband, even lately Aidin tends to stay away from him. They only look friendly when they come to the house of in-laws. 

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Zahra took off the mukena. Like every morning, he picks up the dirty clothes in the basket. 

Some clothes up. Zahra found some papers scattered below, and it came from the Aidin suit worn last night.

"What's this?" Take it one by one and read it. His chest felt tight to see some brochures and shopping notes. Not a fantastic number, but the name of the items that Aidin bought that made Zahra's chest explode. 

"Mas wake! It's dawn" whispered Zahra in a soft voice. Wiggling the husband's arm. 

Several times, Aidin finally opened his eyes. 

"What the hell, just disturb," said Aidin tilted his body without wanting to wake up. 

"But it's dawn, Mas. Wake up!" Zahra's voice was heard roaring until Aidin felt uneasy and finally woke up. 

Aidin looked at Zahra with a sharp look. "More times, you don't bother me. I'll wake up myself." 

Aidin left Zahra. 

"Oh yes, make me breakfast," said Aidin who had been a little away. 

"But my money went out for shopping yesterday, and this month I haven't paid, yet" Zahra said. 

Aidin turned his body. "Didn't you get money from papa every month? What's that money for?"

"I've never received money from papa. I don't want to involve anyone else in our household. I just want money from you."

"I haven't taken the money."

Zahra approached Aidin and showed him some shopping notes she had found in his pocket. 

"Then what is this? You spend tens of millions just for other people, while for me, you never give me a little money."

"Where did you get that?" Aidin looks nervous. He took the paper in Zahra's hands. 

"You don't need to know where I got it. Who are you shopping for? Do you have another woman?"

"What the hell are you talking about. It's shopping for office supplies," elak Aidin left Zahra. Avoiding that woman's intimidating look.

Judging from the items in the writing there is an office need, but still Zahra does not believe just with the words of Aidin. Because, he found the writing of women's goods, even some are branded bag names.

Zahra sat on the couch. Wiping away every clear liquid that was flowing soaked his cheeks. 

I have limited patience. And I can give up if you continue like this. 

Minutes later, Aidin came out to Zahra who was still in the middle room.

The man looks neat. Wearing a suit and also carrying a map in his hands.

"I'm going to the office, and it looks like today is going home a little late."  

"It's sunday, Mommy. Did you forget?"

"Son, I do have a job to take care of right now."

Denying anything, Zahra still lost while arguing with Aidin who had a thousand reasons to get out. 

"I'll tell papa, if today I need you at home."

Aidin clutched Zahra's arm tightly to make the master grimace. 

"If you dare to tell papa, I will ask mama Delia to pick you up and sell you, do you want to be like her. Being a night woman who every day should serve a striped-nose man."

Zahra shook her head quickly, her endless fear making her always obedient to Aidin. The opposite life of his mother became a trigger for Zahra to become a woman who complies with the husband.