Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

Trainer Confession

I was allowed to go home after a week in the hospital. Coming home to Grandma's, that's my own wish. My parents and in-laws don't mind me while staying at his grandmother's house Kak Zian again.

I didn't tell you about Ratih either. Don't want to worry them. Brother Zian, comply with my request not to ask Ratih anything before I fully recover.

Many of Kak Zian's neighbors who visited me, Ratih was busy cooking with several other neighbors helping Grandma to serve dishes to the guests.

He seemed tireless, every guest always helped. It turned out that the villagers were very compact, almost all the villagers came to visit.

"Ratih is very diligent to help, Brother. He must be tired, it's been two busy days helping out here." I leaned my head against Brother Zian's shoulder, the guests have gone home. It's time we rest.

"Yes, even so, I will still interrogate Ratih, dear. He may not want to be suspected." Brother Zian kissed the top of my head.

"Yes, it could be so." Kupeluk Kak Zian, like the perfume on his body. Brother Zian hugged me too.

"Yes, now we're resting. Don't think heavy, honey. Hopefully we will be given a baby soon. I can't wait to hold a little baby."

Brother Zian changed the subject. His face looks crisp.

"Sister Zian wants to have children soon?" I was embarrassed when we looked at each other.

"Yes, definitely. That's why I'm excited, it's Friday night, right?" Brother Zian blinked one eye while smiling a sweet smile and then kissed my right cheek.

"Eh? Yes, Friday night" I replied groggy.

"May our children be sholeh and sholeha" whispered Zian.

"Aamiin's." I accept Brother Zian's prayer.

However, in my mind still curious, is it true that Ratih planned the murder against me? If so, he is cruel.

"Think what?" Brother Zian flicked his finger in front of the face.

"I ... Mikirin Ratih." Kuhela breathes heavily.

Brother Zian kissed me on the cheek again. "Sooner or later, everything will be revealed. I also got angry with Ratih. But, tonight, I want us to relax."

"Sama, I also want to calm down, relax ...."

I closed my eyes, let Brother Zian's hand do a caress on my head, down to my cheek, and to the rest of my body ....

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"Ratih, are you deliberately trying to get rid of my wife?" Brother Zian called for Ratih after Ratih finished helping out in grandma's kitchen this afternoon.

We sat on a bamboo couch. Grandma sat down too.

"I mean Bang Zian?" Ratih's eyes repeatedly blinked.

"It's clear what I'm asking? Answer honestly, you planned my wife's murder." Brother Zian said firmly.

"Bang Zian is accusing me? Where might I want to kill Faizara's life. I'm not a bad woman!" Ratih's face is a little reddened. He shook his head. He's clearly emotional.

"If you don't confess, I'll take the case to the police. You just confess." Brother Zian pressed his voice. His face is serious.

"Oh my goodness, Bang. Why would I deliberately want to sweep Faizara's mother away? I swear, I didn't do that, Bang! Killing is a bad thing, how could I do such a thing?" Ratih's voice turned high.

"Yes already! I'm taking this case to the police."

Hearing that Ratih grew restless, his body trembled and his tears fell down his cheeks.

"Bang Zian doesn't believe me?!" Ratih turned fiery then stood up.

"Who is that grandma? Why don't you help my wife while she's drifting, and you and grandma are laughing? That's what makes me suspicious!" Brother Zian's voice also rose.

Just this time I saw Brother Zian was angry it made Ratih even more nervous."

"That's Sariya's grandmother." He answered while looking down. "I swear I didn't mean anything. Purely wanted to help Grandma Sariya cross the river the same Mba Faizara as well."

Grandma Sariya, yes said Ratih grandmother's name was Sariya at that time, I remember. Means Ratih is not lying.

"There is no name of Sariya's grandmother in this village" said Kak Zian.

"In the village across the river there," cut Ratih. "Grandma knows Sariya's grandmother, right?" I changed to ask Grandma.

"Don't know, during her stay here, grandma didn't know her name was Sariya." Grandma's answer confused me. Is Rach lying?

"Away across the river there are no houses." Brother Zian was staring intently at Ratih.

"She, Bang." Ratih still chuckles on the sidelines of his cries.

"O yeah? Let's prove it," challenge Brother Zian.

Train's getting restless. He bit a nail on his middle finger.

"What's the fuss?" Appears Lek Hasyim, the father of Ratih from the open kitchen door.

"Sir, I'm accused of plotting the murder of Ma'am Faizara by Bang Zian." Ratih complained to his father. He ran towards his father while crying.

"Daddy, Zian! What are you accusing what is Ratih? Don't fuck around, I'll report it to the police later!" The man with the mustache did not accept his son being accused of plotting murder.

"Now, Lek? I will report the case to the police. Ratih and Grandma laughed as my wife drifted away. Think to yourself, shouldn't he be panicking."

Mr. Ratih twisted his mustache. His face was visibly emotional looking at Ratih.

"No, Sir. I'm not me ...."

"Honestly to you, what is Zian accusing you of?!"

"I swear, Mr ..."

"Oath to Allah if you don't do it." Mr. Ratih was firm. He did not defend Ratih just like that.

Ratih. The crying became more.

"Tell me, what really happened. Don't embarrass our family, Train."

The train is getting late in the crying. It's like he was planning to kill me.

"Oath to Allah, Train. Why are you quiet?" Mr. Ratih asked Ratih to swear.

"I'm sorry, Coach, sir. Forgive Ratih Bang, Ma'am. If I'm honest, Bang Zian won't report me to the police, will he?" Ratih wants to look at me and Brother Zian.

Brother Zian further furrowed his brows. Not answering Ratih's request.

"Bang, I was just told ...."

"Whose order?!" Mr. Ratih seemed to be in disbelief.

"Who told you to?" asked Brother Zian, his breathing added hunting for signs he was getting emotional.

Trained to get someone to kill me? Astagfirulcica ....

"Who's told, Ratih?" Lek Hasyim was impatient. Similarly, I was curious about Ratih's answer.

"Salma."

Ratih's answer to Salma's name made me and Brother Zian widen their eyes.

"Salmas? How insolent of him! You are equally insolent with Salma! Sadistic very want to eliminate people's lives, you are disappointed in you, Ratih! Apologize to Zian and his wife!" the command of his father, Train his face immediately pale, his lips quivering.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Pardon me-I, Bang ...." Train his gaze to turn squint before he finally ....

"Trainer!" His father immediately caught the body of Ratih who fainted.

Me and Brother Zian also reflexively help Lek Hashim will hold onto Ratih, but Lek Hasyim prevents.

"Let me be the bopong. Later that night we go to Salma's house to ask the truth. Forgive the behavior of Ratih. As a father I feel devastated."

While carrying Ratih, Lek Hasyim's face looks once disappointed.

Brother Zian just nodded.

After the coach was brought home. We were momentarily silent, still sitting on the kitchen couch.

"This incident is one of the tests in your household, son. May you always be patient in facing any test in the household. Good luck, son." Grandma's wise advice.

"Yes, Grandma. I'm shocked to hear Salma is gonna take out my wife." Brother Zian touched my right hand, fusing his fingers with my fingers.

I was shocked too. Beautiful girl, veiled, her father naji teacher, but Salma.

"Grandmother also deeply regrets Salma's behavior. He might be jealous of Nak Faizara, that could be the cause," said Grandma.

"Yes, it could be, Grandma." Brother Zian scratched his hair.

I stared at Brother Zian's face. Handsome, kind, responsible, that must be what makes Salma Irrelentless Kak Zian married me.

I was scared ....

In the evening, Mr. Ratih took Kak Zian to Salma's house. Ratih will also come, so that everything is clear.

Brother Zian is getting ready, wearing a white shirt, his subordinate a blue plaid holster. I can't look at Brother Zian. Brother Zian will meet Salma, somehow Salma's reaction, he seems not to be able to dodge anymore.

"I'm leaving, yeah." Brother Zian extended his hand. Brother Zian's hand I don't welcome.

"I'm leaving, honey," repeated Brother Zian as he drew his right hand closer. I finally welcomed his hand and the hand of my priest.

There was a sense of heaviness in the heart, imagining that Brother Zian would meet Salma, the beautiful woman who loved Brother Zian so much that he planned to kill me.

Brother Zian kissed my forehead. "Assynolajet. Pray that everything goes well. Salma confessed to all her bad plans, and I'm taking the case to the police. You take a break, honey."

"Waalaikum salam." I nodded, lethargic.

Brother Zian rushed out of the room as Ratih and Lek Hashim were already waiting in the courtyard.

"Sir .. Can I come?" Ikusul Kak Zian who almost opened the door of the living room, my legs are a little sick because of walking fast.

"Come?" Brother turned. "You're still sick, honey."

"Yes I want to come along, not willing it feels like Brother Zian to Salma's house without me." I honestly told you what was in my heart.

"Well, I'm afraid you're okay because you haven't recovered." Brother Zian looked doubtful.

"I'm fine, brother." Brother Zian walked towards me, then led me out.

Train his eyes, he's down. Without further ado we went to Salma's house on a motorbike because I wasn't very strong yet.

At Salma's house, his father and mother came out, his prayer was deserted, his food was home.

"Where is Mr. ustadz?" ask Lek Hasyim.

"Well, what's wrong in her room?" Ustadz Hanafi asked.

"Salma planned the murder of Zian's wife, she had Ratih wash away his wife Zian!" Lek Hashim directly spoke in a high tone.

"Astagfirullah, how could Salma do that?!" Salma's mother panicked.

"There is no way Salma is that bad! You guys don't make this up!" Ustadz Hanafi is no less tense. "My son was educated with strong religious knowledge, he graduated from pesantren!"

"Sorry Ustadz Hanafi, Salma told Ratih to wash my wife in the river." Brother Zian tried to explain.

"That bill, Ustadz. I followed Salma's request. I feel so sorry." Train honest.

"Where is it possible?! Salma ... Salma!" His mother called out to Salma.

There is no word from Salma. Salma's parents called Salma back. There is still no lawfulness.

"That's Salma! Salma run!" pekik Train's. We looked at the window, and saw Salma running into the dark yard.

"It's obvious, right! Salma's the brains of his wife Zian's murder plot!" Lek Hasyim said out loud.

Salma's mother was crying. "No way, my son is not a murderer! Not a killer!”

"Salma!" Ustadz Hanafi ran out to chase after Salma.

"Wait here, Zian. I'm going to find Salma, it's good that she's running away!" Lek Hasyim came running out, towards the dark yard.

"Don't he-whatever my son!" Salma's mother also ran out while Salma was no longer visible in the dark yard.

I held tightly to the left arm of Brother Zian, not allowing him to go after Salma. The neighbors came out of their homes. Ask what happened. Some went after Salma. After Brother Zian answered, they did not expect Salma to plan a murder.

"Salma loved Zian very much."

"Yes she was devastated, sad, and heartbroken because Zian did not marry her."

"Salma is not to blame."

"Rubber."

"Zian, how can you hurt Salma?

The voices of Salma's neighbors made me hold tightly to Brother Zian's arm. Brother Zian touched my hand back.

"Because I love Faizara, my wife. Also because I fulfilled Raka's request of my late sister." Brother Zian's answer made me somewhat calm.

"Do you really love or just because of your late sister's request that you marry Faizara? You and Salma are almost engaged. You sacrifice your own feelings, we all know that you and Salma love each other."

The words of one of the citizens deeply struck my heart which just now was rather calm. My heart was broken hearing all of this.

Not yet did Zian answer. The boisterous voice of the citizens who followed after Salma, carrying Salma here accompanied by the sound of his mother's cry.

"Salma tried to kill herself, she slashed her wrist with a knife. Quickly get the car ready, Salma's unconscious." One of the residents reported.

So Salma ran while carrying a knife? So desperate for him.

Brother Zian was like surprised, the reflex of taking a step forward made my grip on his arm slip apart.

"Salma ...." Despite the shrillness, Brother Zian's voice sounded into my ears. His gaze was on Salma, his left wrist spurting blood.

Suddenly, I who was initially very sure that Brother Zian loved me, instantly changed. Now the doubts are dominating. Doubtful of love for Zian Kak when I see Kak Zian's face looks worried for Salma. Brother Zian rubbed his face, messing up his hair like frustration.

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