Buying Wife

part#34 (All Mahira POVs)

...I can't think about it anymore...

...finished take my life your cry...

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I'm probably the most selfish woman in the world. Always thinking about your own feelings. Yes, I do love my husband, even though I know he doesn't love me. It should be natural, and it should not be natural when his heart belongs to someone else.

People say, sincerely love it when we let her go she is happy with the one she loves. Even if I can't, I'll try. I don't want more if my husband suffers because of his feelings. He was so kind to me despite living under tremendous inner pressure.

It's not easy, but I can. I will die for her happiness too.

Going from home and living in a boarding house, not famous but here I can calm down. Introspect and think clearly. The decision I made was careless, which is what people say, including my teacher.

"You should have kept your marriage. It is good and right what your husband does by not breaking the bond that Allah has longed for." That was what he said at the time. I was naughty, and didn't hear what he said. I stick to my stance to relinquish my status as Madam in that mansion.

It still clearly smelled when he last hugged me. However, the taste disappears when the word talak ringing in the ear. I immediately took up the serie. He is no longer my husband. She belonged to another woman completely.

In this large room, I could only remain silent after I complained to the divine. The time I always spent with His name, the rest I used to remember how we were both in this room, back then. Is beautiful.

Everything about her is indeed very beautiful even though I realize, maybe for her it is not as beautiful as I feel.

It could have been that he had suffered so much, living with me while his heart wanted to go somewhere else.

"You're an amazing husband, sir. May Allah bless all of them."

I don't know if it's wrong or not, but in my prayers there's always a name. He always called me in my breath on the prayer mat. I want him to be happy. That'sthat's all.

He is no longer my husband but still fully responsible for my life. Giving money for living expenses and home maintenance as well as the vehicles he provided.

"This was all approved by Ririn before we got married."

That's what he said. That's why I accept everything. All this I will refuse if his wife does not meridhoi. I don't want to be the cause of a fight in her household. It really hurts. Enough of me to have experienced it.

The days I went through flat. There was nothing I could do but stay in my room. Busying yourself with always being good to Him. Begging for the strength of the heart and being given the truth to accept it.

Today is two days before Ramadan. I and all the housekeepers and other employees went to the supermarket. We will buy some preparations for Ramadan later.

Entourage. I, three house assistants, two drivers and one security guard I brought. Because the other one has to say at home. My life is still like a queen, only this time without a king. In the past, I was a piece of ash that no one wanted to touch, now? shopping was accompanied by many people. Funny indeed.

"It's rich den al, yes."

Bi Tuti said. I looked towards the direction where Bi Tuti was staring at. Looks like a figure I know. Meeting him is always in a bad condition, and always ends up not good anyway. Aldo's.

It seemed like he realized, the group of mothers who liked the look-alike figure was staring at him. He smiled, not at me but at these auntie centils. His eyes glanced at me at a glance, then looked back at me as if he was thinking. Yes, with this new appearance, he would indeed not recognize me.

I smiled and went back to picking some things at the storefront. Not long after the wheel he was by my side. The fragrance of the perfume is still strong in my nose. I smiled without looking.

"Ck ck. This woman has always fascinated me. Honey, it's already someone's wife. Hupf!"

I still smile without looking. Take some instant seasoning, then put it on a trolley pushed by the security guard.

"Hmm?" Aldo seemed surprised, or because he did not really hear what Bi Darinah said.

"Huss! don't noise. Just let nyo– uh, that means Neng Mahira told. Don't interfere." Bi Tuti tried to explain.

"Well! what's the matter? do you have any secrets I can't know? well, wow, what a bad you guys are. Ck!"

"You go, buy whatever you want." I asked them to go shopping. Maybe it's okay, I'm talking to Aldo. It's a public place, hopefully no slander. My idahic time is over.

We decided to have coffee. Not much talking. Just be quiet with each other's thoughts. Aldo may also be awkward, with my current appearance, he can not freely speak or behave. Not like before. He dared to touch me. And I was stupid to let that happen. I have sinned, God.

"More graceful, anyway." He tried to start the conversation.

"thank you. I'm just trying to get better. Pray for me to be Istiqomah."

"What is Istiqomah?"

I smile. "Standard stand. I hope I don't open my hijab again."

"Oh, yes. Aamiins. May you be a true Muslim woman. Not just the body you cover, but everything."

"Aamin."

"How are you, Son? why not take you shopping?"

"He's not my husband anymore, Al. We separated a few months ago."

"Well, a chance, yeah." He whispered.

"I'm sorry?" I try to pretend I don't listen.

"aaah. It'sit's nothing. Drink the coffee, fear the cold." She's nervous. Drinking coffee and turning his face the other way.

"You how are you? when do I get the wedding invitations, huh?" I try to warm the mood.

"Ah, what the hell, anyway? no woman is fit."

"Why?"

"Not yet. Maybe it's not time yet."

"If you want to get a good and righteous woman, turn yourself first. Then, you will soon meet the woman you consider 'fitting."

Termangu. I don't know what he's thinking. Could it be that he was offended by what I just said, or did he justify it? I don't know.

"I have to go, Al. Please pay, yes the coffee. He he - he."

I got up and left Aldo after he answered my greetings. This move was getting faster, afraid that the Aunts would wait too long.

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