Black Stain My Husband

Bitter reality

"It turns out that Aidin didn't come home." 

Zahra's hand, which was still holding the doorknob, pulled her back shut. Staring nanar into each room that feels lonely gripping. Not only the house, now Zahra's heart feels empty and empty. 

Zahra walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge. There was nothing but kale and knew, that was the rest of yesterday.

"What I'm cooking for, I'm sure that Aidin's been eating out."

Zahra broke her intention. He sat in the dining room chair. For a moment, remembering her mistake yesterday that had been presumptuous to interfere in her husband's affairs. From the bottom of my heart I want to make peace with Aidin. Correcting her attitude that may be less pleasing in her husband's heart, occasionally fumbled her ugliness during this time.

"I have to apologize to Aidin." Zahra contacted Kirana, informing her that she did not enter today. 

Unlike usual who only wear a home negligee, this time Zahra wears a fancy dress. It was the clothes that Aidin gave when he first met, it might be reminiscent of the times where the relationship was established until now. 

Zahra also changed her appearance more interesting. Change the hijab style and make up. 

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The towering building looked strange in Zahra's eyes, even though her in-laws were the owner of the place and her husband was one of the higher-ups there, in fact, she rarely came. 

"Good day, ma'am" said the security guard at the door. 

"Jiang," Zahra replied briefly. Stopped his steps in front of the receptionist on duty. 

"His Aidin's mom is there?" ask Zahra politely. 

"She, Mom. Please enter! But it looks like he's receiving guests."

Zahra nodded, "I'll just wait upstairs."

After Zahra passed, the two beautiful women whispered to each other. Staring at the back of his boss' wife who disappeared behind the elevator door. 

Upon arriving at the destination floor, Zahra stepped towards Aidin's room. Occasionally nod your head at employees who say hello. Nothing is strange. Everything was fine, but his heart was suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety. 

"Good day, ma'am" said a man who had just walked out of Aidin's room. 

"Corn, Sir. Is Aidin busy?" 

Instantly the face of the middle-aged man who was in front of Zahra panicked

"A. anu, Mom." His lips are like a mute so that he cannot pronounce a complete sentence. 

"What anu?" ask Zahra to make sure. 

How'this? Did I just say that Mr. Aidin is busy.

"Anu, I'm busy, he can't be disturbed yet, please wait a moment." Pointing to the room on the side Zahra stood. 

"All right, I'll wait."

Zahra sat on the sofa that stretched out long. Take the fashion magazines that are on the table to eliminate the saturation.

Almost an hour Zahra was in the living room. He was just a spectator of some passing people. 

"Would I just say Aidin's mas if I came." Grabbing his bag and standing up. Return to the appearance before going out. 

The hallway of the room was quite quiet, there were only a few employees there. Zahra looked at the door of the husband's room that was slightly open. His feet kept coming closer to him.

"You're just there." 

A female voice rang out from the direction of the room Aidin was able to stop Zahra's steps. 

"Truly, if you can't believe you're coming," Aidin added gently. And that was never said in front of Zahra who was his wife. 

I don't know what they're talking about, but the conversation sounds warm in Zahra's ears. He took a step forward to hear more clearly. From between the doors could see a woman sitting at her husband's desk. Faced with Aidin who sat in his great chair. 

"Who is that?" ask Zahra in your heart. Holding his rumbling chest. 

Just a few steps, Zahra passed the employee. He stopped his steps again. 

"Do you know of any guests in the room at Aidin?" zahra asked with trembling lips. Do not ask again, his eyes are now in a clear liquid considering the tenderness of the husband to other women, while with him always does not care. 

"It looks like an important guest, ma'am. I don't know her, but some people in this office know a lot, she says she's an adult magazine model."

Zahra nodded and thanked him. 

I hope it's a guest who's talking about work, not something else. 

Despite his suspicions, he tries to trust Aidin's loyalty. 

Zahra left the office with half of her heart bruised. Bitter fatigue he just swallowed along with his legs that began to flex while down the emergency stairs. 

Say hello to greetings Zahra no longer ignored. His eyes were dark and could not see anything. That reality nearly shattered his strong awakened trust. 

Don't betray me, Mom. As low as you treat me, I don't care, as long as you don't want me. 

Simultaneously when Zahra pulled out the motor from the direction of the gate, from the opposite direction the luxury car drove so fast that it jolted and collapsed. 

Aawww

Zahra grimaced, trying to take off her helmet. Within seconds, people gathered to help him who fell down. 

The luxury car that was driving stopped. The figure of a handsome man in neat clothes approached Zahra who was still sitting. 

"Are you okay?" ask for a heavy voice. 

A familiar voice in Zahra's ears, but he still guessed the man standing in front of him. 

Judging from his shoes that were branded like those of Aidin, he was definitely not a random person. Zahra looked up at the man.

"Zahra." 

"Mas Azka," said the two in unison. 

Azka sat down in front of Zahra. 

"Are you okay?" Azka's face looked worried. His eyes looked at the back of Zahra's injured hand. 

"No, just a small wound." Stand up, clean his clothes that were exposed to dust. She brushed off Azka's hand that almost touched her. 

"Sorry, Za. I panicked, " Azka said as she cupped her hands together. 

"Father," answered Zahra briefly. 

One by one, the people returned to the activity after helping Zahra wake up the motorbike.

Azka looked at the building standing firmly in front of her then looked at Zahra with an intense gaze. 

"This is your husband's office?" ask Azka.

"No, Papa's office, Mas Aidin works here."

Azka mangosteen understands.

Zahra was back on her bike, she did not want to look familiar with other men. Moreover, the man in front of him was the person he had been betrothed to. He does not want to happen slander that will cause problems for his household. 

"I'm going, Mom. Assalamualaikum," said Zahra again forward his motorbike. 

Azka answered the greeting. Staring at Zahra's back at the end of the road. 

You're still beautiful and friendly, Za. But baby, you rejected me and preferred someone else. Azka. 

I rejected you once, Mom. But you're still good to me. Hope you get a good woman like your mother's criteria. Zahras.