Black Stain My Husband

Angry for no reason

"Are you sure we're going home now?" ask Amera make sure. Put the clothes in the suitcase belonging to the lover.

"Yes," replied Aidin briefly. 

They were supposed to go home in five days, but his meeting with Aunt Delia made Aidin's heart continue to be troubled, he was a little afraid that the woman would tell Zahra, it would all be runyam. While he is not ready to lose everything, including the position that everyone wants.

Unceasingly Amera put on a sullen face because of Aidin's decision. He sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at the man closing the suitcase. Still not willing to go back that fast. In fact, there are still many places that he has not visited. 

The holiday event this time was really chaotic, but Amera could do nothing but obey.

"Is this because of Zahra?"

"No." Aidin tidied up his appearance then dragged the suitcase followed by Amera from behind. 

They left the hotel and headed straight to the airport. For Aidin faster is better. Moreover, several times Mr. Herman had contacted him and talked about work. And that's what makes Aidin want to go home soon. 

On the plane, Aidin was more silent. His eyes continued to look outwards, enjoying the beauty of the city from above.

Nearly two hours later, they arrived at their destination. Aidin continued to hold Amera's hand which was running a little slowly. I don't know, he wants to immediately meet with Zahra, if you remember the words of Aunt Delia his chest feels like exploding and wants to vent passionate emotions.

"When we're going on vacation again. I promise it will be longer" said Aidin grasping both hands Amera. 

A kiss landed on Amera's lips gently before they parted. 

The front door opened hard. Zahra who had just taken off her face immediately grabbed the hijab and put it on. He came out of the room staring at the man who was staring at the doorway. 

"Mas Aidin," cried Zahra surprised. She ran to greet her husband. 

"You're home, Mom?" zahra asked, extending her hand. As usual, Aidin did not receive the hand but immediately brushed it off. 

"From now on don't get in touch with mama Delia anymore" said Aidin leaving Zahra who looked confused. Not usually Aidin forbid it, even often he heard that the man would deliver it to his mother's house. But now it's just the opposite. 

"What's the matter, Mom?" zahra asked following Aidin's steps towards the middle room. 

"Don't ask too many questions! Just do what I tell you!" Aidin spoke in a high tone. If Zahra had been silent and accepted, this time she wanted a detailed explanation. 

"But I want to know why. If you don't want to explain, I'll keep in touch with you."

Aidin clenched both his hands. His blood was increasingly boiling hearing Zahra who continued to speak. 

"You dare to fight me!" Aidin moved closer to Zahra and gripped his chin tightly until the master grimaced in pain. 

"One more time you argue, I don't hesitate to hurt you." Aidin's gaze felt piercing to the heart, there was not the slightest side of the man's tenderness to Zahra. 

I've been hurt, Mas. Since the beginning of our marriage, you've been incising wounds for me. You hurt me over and over again, and I think that's enough. 

Zahra's tears just escaped. Pain due to hand Aidin nothing compared to his heartache who always received the bad treatment of the man. 

"What is my fault?" zahra asked with trembling lips. 

Aidin released his grip and pushed Zahra's body down. Hijab wrapped his head loose to reveal Zahra's long hair unraveling.

Aidin was glued to see something that was behind the hijab of the wife. All this time he never cared about anything related to Zahra, even when it came to choosing in a dark room and never saw Zahra's innocent body intensely.

Zahra grabbed her hijab and put it back on. One step closer to Aidin.

"If I have something wrong, please say it! I will change and become a better wife. But don't treat me like this."

As hard as he persevered for the words he had made to himself, he would receive Aidin both from his good and evil.

But it almost collapsed. Tired, maybe that's the right word for Zahra. Almost a year together, he never got the affection that Aidin promised. Even the man was increasingly showing his cruelty. 

Aidin waist-random. Actually he knew that the woman behind him was innocent of any kind. However, he still wanted to vent his frustration to her. 

"Now leaving from before me, I'm sick of seeing your face." Aidin pointed at the back room. 

There was no movement, Zahra was still in place and was busy shedding her tears. His chest felt claustrophobic considering his never-appreciated self. 

"If you're tired of me, we'd better get divorced."

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Aidin's heart seemed to stop beating, he could not believe that Zahra dared to say that. Every time they argued, she would choose to give up and leave, but this time it was as if Zahra was challenging her. 

"What did you say, divorce?" ask Aidin back. 

"Yes, divorce me. Get me back to Dad's house."

Although the place was no less terrible, Zahra had no other choice. His heart was already too sick to bear the burden of his life, and wanted to be free. 

"It's not that easy." Aidin's voice sounded soft. I don't know what he's thinking now, the man looks riled up and grabs his hair. 

"Why? What purpose did you marry me for wanting to use me for your position in the office?" peekit Zahra's.

Aidin did not dare to look at Zahra who must be bathed in tears. He did not answer and chose to go to the room. 

Zahra shed the rest of her tears, lamenting her tragic fate. 

O God, strengthen my faith. Open the doors of the heart of Aidin. Make him a better man. If he is my soul mate in the afterlife, bring us closer like Sayyidah Fatimah and Sayyidina Ali. 

Zahra wiped her tears. Swinging his legs towards the back room.

Almost thirty minutes, Aidin was hanging up the floor. His chest continued to pound incoherently. Like there was something wrong with him.

"Why my heart isn't this normal, should I just check it out" he said.

Pasting his palm on his chest. Continue to feel the rhythmic heartbeat faster. He opens the door. His eyes went around the empty room.

Zahra where, did she really go to the back room.

"Whether I think of him, there's no point."

Aidin closed the door again and laid down his body. Shortly thereafter, he closed his eyes. I want to forget something that messes up my mind.