Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

My world is ruined

Arriving at the room, Zian's jacket I threw carelessly onto the sofa. Still crying, I took a nightgown in the closet, wearing it as an external lingerie.

Get in the bathroom, close the door. Leaning on that closed door, guilt continued to rage.

I closed my eyes, which was reflected precisely when I hugged Kak Zian tightly and when Kak Zian was stunned to find me hugging and wearing only lingerie.

I hit the door hard until two hands hurt. I've got hair, the hair straps come off making my hair messy.

I'm really frustrated.

The feet then step quickly into the sink. Look at the glass. My eyes are puffy, my nose is flushed. What would Mas Raka say if I saw me this sequence?

I washed my face, wanted to disguise myself after crying. Get out of the bathroom, put on some make up. Take a deep breath, hoping the mood calms down again.

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"Assalamualaikum, dear ... sorry long wait huh?" Mas Raka's coming.

“Waalaikum greetings Mas Darling.” Approaching Mas Raka, smilingly greeted her and helped open her jacket.

"My wife is beautiful tonight" she said. Take me to his warm embrace.

"Emang before I wasn't pretty, Mas?" I want to neutralize the bad taste in my heart.

"Beautiful always, dear. But tonight the aura is different. Is it because it's going to be the first night, hm ...?" Mas Raka asked, I will answer but the warm lips reached my lips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this kiss.

"Mas ... is also very handsome tonight,” lirihku while cupping two cheeks Mas Raka.

"O yes, doong!" Mas Raka stroked the back of my head.

" E but .. Perfume is different like ...."

I kissed Mas Raka's shirt on the chest.

"Like what? Hayoo ...."

I looked at the corner of the room, remembering the two red eyes that appeared when it went out.

"Mas, it smells like frangipani flowers."

Mas Raka was chuckling. "The flower of the grave, dong? That was my friend's afternoon selling perfume, honey. I just take it without smelling it and wear it on the shirt" Mas Raka told the newspaper.

“Do not use again, Mas. The money I don't like.”

"Raka Lady. O yes, I am sultry even though it is raining, want to take a shower first, yes. Let Mas perfumed. Okay!” Mas Raka squashed my nose.

“OK, Mas, Darling."

Mas Raka went into the bathroom, then soon came out again.

"The water does not come out, maybe the water machine error because there is a cable that is kongslet. Just a minute, honey. I want to look back." Mas Raka ruffled my hair.

"Didn't you call the handyman, Mas?" I looked at Mas Raka's face that was really getting handsome. That night in the face was so clean and reassuring.

"No need, honey. I can fix it myself, your husband is a lot, you know," joked Mas Raka. Her smile that grew was so intoxicating to me.

"Multitalenan yes, Mas?" I clicked it back, Mas Raka brought my face closer and kissed my lips lightly.

I got drunk and kissed her lips.

"Yes, Honey. Wait a minute, don't miss ya ...." Mas Raka's eyes were so soft. "Here, hug first."

Mas Raka gently pulled my arm, on the deck of my body. Her warm and regular heartbeat made me so calm. As if I didn't want to let go.

"Mas don't be long." I said sincerely, it feels like I want to keep hugging like this.

"Yes, you get ready yes, strengthen your mind and heart, we will be the first night" whispered Mas Raka making me feel amused.

"Sure, Mas."

There is no other thought, other than being happy to have the first night. Surely Mas Raka will be wide-eyed when I only use lingerie. Just wait, Mas.

My heart is carefree not a bitch, driving Mas Raka to the door of the room. "Belgium ... Dear. I love you."

Mas Raka did a distant kiss. I repay.

"I love you too. Very much love ...."

We laughed. Lebai but romantic. Mas Raka down the stairs.

The door to my room closed. I undressed, only the lingerie that now wrapped my body. Get on the bed, put on a blanket to the chest.

Will give a surprise when soon Mas Raka enter the room, then take a shower and.

I laughed happily imagining it.

Ten minutes passed. Mas Raka hasn't returned to the room.

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"Non! Mas Raka, Non ... Mas Raka!" The knock on the bedroom door and Ina's panicked voice made me jump in shock.

"What's up, Ina?!" Wake up, I'll just take a dres in the closet. Run and open the door.

"Mas Raka, Non. Mas Raka ...." Ngosan. Her tears are raging.

"Yes, why Raka?!" my impatient snapping da n began to be engulfed in fear.

"Mas Rakaaaaa! Nooooo!" I'm yelling. Running fast, Ina also ran after me to the back of the house.

Mas Raka was like convulsions, one hand holding a cable in the water machine.

"Massaos!"

I will touch Mas Raka but Brother Zian who is also here prevents. "Wait on! You will also be affected!"

My mind is not working. I just want to pull Mas Raka off that cable.

"Mas! Hang in! Hurry up, Mas Raka, hurry up!" my yelling.

Brother Zian took a long dry Wood.

Mama who came also panicked, Aris helped Kak Zian remove the cable with the help of dry wood.

Mas Raka's eyes glared. Mouth gaping.

"Come to the hospital. Get the car ready!" Brother Zian will be holding Mas Raka.

"Mas!" My cry became more and more, I rubbed Mas Raka's hair.

"N-no, Brother. Go to ru-mah sak-it." Mas Raka's voice was like a tribulation. Brother Zian raised the limp body of Mas Raka. Brother Zian half ran into the house. Me and my mom behind him could only cry.

Aris and Mr. Salim prepare the car.

"T-no, lang-an to ru-mah sick," pinta Mas Raka continued.

"Swimming, Deck. We're going to the hospital." Brother Zian kept walking quickly to the yard where the car was ready.

Mas Raka took a deep breath. Like asphyxiation. I can't bear to hear it.

We got in the car. Mas Raka's head is on my lap. His leg is on top of Kak Zian's thigh. We sat in the middle seat.

"Salim's fast!" I can't wait to get to the hospital. I was afraid to see Mas Raka's very pale face.

"Nr ...." Suddenly Mas Raka grabbed onto Kak Zian's hand, also grabbing my hand.

"Ja-ga, Fai-zara yes. I-I su-dah ti-dak ku-at ...."

The hands of the three of us fused over Mas Raka's left chest. Why did Raka say that? I shook my head.

"Don't say that, Mommy."

"Sir, calm down, soon to the hospital. You're strong, you have to be optimistic." Brother Zian is encouraging, although his face cannot hide his worries.

Mama and Ina in the back seat kept crying.

"Sir .. ni-ka-hi Fai, yes ...."

"Mas, don't say anything weird" cut me quick. "This is not a soap opera. I'll be fine."

Mas Raka smiled, looked straight at my face and then turned to Brother Zian. The look was not as usual. Like empty ....

My heart is beating unbecoming. Scared, very scared ....

"Raka, you're Faizara's husband, you can't say that." Brother Zian clasped Mas Raka's hand tightly.

"Sir ..jerakan will end Fai, if a-ku su-dah ti-ada. Bim-binglah him .. love and sa-yangi Fai, Kak ...."

The breath of Mas Raka.

"No, Mom! I'll be fine, I won't do anything!" sonorous say. Mas Raka will definitely be healthy again.

"Raka, Son .. be patient, don't think bad." Mama advises.

Mas Raka brought Kak Zian's hand over my right hand.

"Fai .. ka-kakku ba-ik, gan-teng, so-pan .. get married yes, be happy with you. Aa-miin."

"Mas ... no, Mas ...." I shook my head strongly.

I'll take off my hand that's under Brother Zian's hand over Mas Raka's left chest. But ... Mas Raka's heart stopped beating! The eyes slowly closed. Closely closed.

"Tidaaaaaaaak, don't go, Mas, don't go!" I shook Mas Raka's shoulder. This is impossible! There's no way Mas Raka is going! This fast?

"Raka, wakeup! Wake up!" yelled Brother Zian panicked.

Mama in the back seat also screamed to see Mas Raka was no longer responding. The hand of Mas Raka who just touched me was very cold and stiff.

"Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyassss! Wake up! Mas! Nooooo!"

I'm me screaming. It's just a dream! Only dreams!

"Rakaaaa! Be aware! Let's wakeful! The hospital is near!" Brother Zian patted Mas Raka on the cheek. My rakaku did not answer.

"Yeah!" Aris crying. Mr. Salim increased the speed of the car.

"Yyyoungass! Don't go, don't joke! I must be kidding! It's not funny!" I shouted like an atrocity.

"Innalillahi wainna ilaihi roojiun ...." Brother Zian said softly. After checking the heart rate and pulse veins in Mas Raka's arm. The sign of Mas Raka has returned to Him. The mark of the husband who is fifteen days saying kabul ijab will not live again ....

My world was instantly shattered, my world was instantly dark.

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