Black Stain My Husband

Stomach ache

Aidin main door opener. Throwing her suit and bag on the couch. Step towards the dining table. His hand stalling opened the hood of saji. There's nothing there. The kitchen also looks empty.

"Zahra," cried Aidin. Back on the couch and then slamming his body. Decompose the feeling of fatigue because all day struggling with work. 

There was no answer that brought Aidin back to call his wife. 

The longer Aidin gets upset. His eagle eyes stared at the tightly shut door of the room. Then look at the clock in his hand. 

"It's not usually at this hour that he sleeps" he murmured. 

Aidin moved from his seat. Walk straight to his room. Without knocking, the man opened the room door, staring at Zahra who was curled up in the bed. 

"Is this how you welcome your new husband home?" 

Zahra flirted, not even wanting to say hello back. If you remember the incident in the office his heart was slashed. 

The pounding of the shoes and the floor sounded increasingly echoing. Zahra closed her eyes avoiding the husband's gaze which must have been filled with anger. 

"I know, you're just pretending to sleep." Aidin shook Zahra's hand violently until the woman gasped. 

Zahra had to open her eyes. Lowering his legs, tidying up his pretty messy hijab. 

"Make me food!" al-aidin left the room. 

The door closed loudly indicating that Aidin had left the room. 

I have to ask Aidin. Who was that woman. 

Zahra came out, just as Aidin ordered, he went straight to the kitchen to make food. Occasionally glanced at the smiling Aidin with a flat object in his hand. 

Aawws

Zahra screamed as her hand sliced through the knife. Blood poured out so much that he panicked and called out to Aidin. 

"Mas, please get me the medicine box!" pinta Zahra shaking her painful hand. 

"You can take it yourself, don't spoil it."

Aidin ignored Zahra's request, not even the man had the slightest sympathy for his wife. 

Zahra washed her injured finger and wrapped it in a clean cloth. A small run picked up the medicine box that was in the drawer, precisely in front of the sofa that Aidin was sitting on. 

Maybe you'll care if I'm declared dying. Or maybe you're happy too, because if I die, you won't see me again. 

Zahra sat in the dining room. He treated the wound and covered it with plaster to relieve the pain if exposed to water. 

"Snap, Za! I'm hungry" cried Aidin. 

"Yes, just a minute." Zahra resumed her activities in the kitchen without returning the medicine box in its place. 

Thirty minutes later, Zahra served food at the dinner table. He was reluctant to serve Aidin. However, her tender heart could not bear to see the man starving. However, it has become his duty to prepare all the needs of the husband, including eating

"The food is ready" said Zahra standing beside Aidin. 

Aidin go straight to the dining table. Passed through Zahra's body without wanting to invite her.

Zahra sat down beside the man. The dishes are empty without rice. Although he did not eat all day, Zahra did not taste the food in front of him. 

"Mas, I want to ask you?" zahra. 

"You can wait for me to finish" said Aidin. 

Zahra took a long breath. Waiting for Aidin to finish his meal was only a few more mouthfuls. 

"Who is the woman in your room?"

Aidin spouts water that is almost swallowed. Put the glass on the dining table rough until the water that is still full is spilled. 

"Why are you asking like that? In my office I work, and a lot of women go in there, and then who are you asking?"

Aidin sipped the water again, remembering the figure the wife mentioned. 

That is Amera. Where did Zahra know Amera's arrival at the office. Is he spying on me. 

"Client," Aidin replied briefly. 

"Mas, a client can't possibly behave like that. Everywhere a guest would sit politely. But I see that woman is being spoiled with you."

Zahra held back her tears that were piling up on the fertilizer. Didn't want to look weak in front of Aidin. 

Aidin pushed the empty chair in front of him with his feet. His gaze was like a sword hunch ready to scratch. 

"I warn you once again, don't you dare interfere in my affairs." Aidin left the dining room. 

Haira clutched her stomach which was painful. Definitely stomach acid recurrent because all day consume nothing.

"God, why does my stomach hurt." 

Sweat pours through the pores. Zahra could no longer hold him. His body felt cold to the point of just moving the difficulty. 

"Mas Aidin," called Zahra in a soft voice. He bit his lower lip with both hands pressing on his stomach. 

Zahra dragged her feet into the room, seeing her husband lying on the bed. 

"Mas, my stomach hurts." Zahra's hand held tightly to the door knob to support her body. 

There is no worry and pity. Aidin remained silent as he looked at Zahra who continued to grimace. 

"Mas, the anterin I checked, I'm really not strong."

Aidin went down towards Zahra who was still in the doorway. 

"You think I'll just believe it. I'm sure you're just pretending to be sick, then asking me to keep you company."

Zahra nodded quickly. Her tears were shed along with her chest that was congested due to Aidin's accusation.

"Mas, I'm not lying. My stomach really hurts, it looks like my stomach acid is crumpled." Zahra's voice is getting weaker. His body was helpless. 

Aidin chose to leave Zahra. 

The sound of the car engine roaring. Zahra believes it must be Aidin's car. 

Zahra came in and sat down on the edge of the bed. Grab his phone, call someone. 

"Hello, Za, what's wrong?" a soft voice from across there. 

"Hello, Ki. My stomach hurts, can you help me?" asked Zahra expectantly. 

"What help?" kirana started to worry. Moreover, Zahra's disjointed voice scared her. 

"Please come to my house. Anterin I'm going to the hospital."

Kirana ran out. He was afraid something would happen to Zahra like before. In fact, Zahra almost fainted when she did not get help immediately.

Along the road filled with various vehicles, Kirana's heart felt uneasy, imagining Zahra's current condition.

O Allah, may Zahra be well.

Upon arriving, Kirana ran straight away. Nervously, the girl entered without knocking on the door.

"Where are you, Za?" kirana said, spreading her gaze to every corner of the vast room.

Is Zahra in the room?

Kirana did not care, there was Aidin or not, she immediately ran to the room that was wide open. How surprised he was when he saw Zahra's body sitting leaning against the wall with both legs bent.

"Zahra," cried Kirana approaching her unconscious friend.