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Flashback: Story of Faiq & Karin (12)

The morning began to return after the dark night had passed. Although still shy but the sun has begun to show its light and greet the owners of life perched on the third planet of this solar array.

Although the light began to sweep the surface of the earth southeast asia, but he has not been able to penetrate to touch the surface of the body of a man who slowly realized from his sleep overnight.

Slowly Faiq opened his eyes, his head feeling heavy making it a little difficult to get up from his bed.

With a limp body and a bitter throat, Faiq tried to wake himself up as much as he could.

“Oh, are you awake??” Karin asked who stepped into the room towards her husband.

Faiq did not reply, the pain in his head made it difficult to fully awaken, so he still could not quickly respond to Karin's question.

“You want me to open the window?”

Faiq. “Do not.” Answer in a loud tone.

Faiq raised his head, his vision catching something different from what he usually sees when he wakes up.

“You are again in the guest room” said Karin who understood after seeing her husband a little confused staring at the surrounding place.

Faiq again tried to collect his consciousness which some still floated. A head that feels shrill makes his feelings worse.

“You why you got drunk last night, it's been a long time you don't drink alcohol again”

“I don't know either.”

Faiq pressed his nose between his eyes, the pain in his head constantly making him dizzy.

“How are you feeling? You okay?” Karin asked to confirm the state of her husband.

Faiq nodded slowly, although his expression showed that he was not doing well right now.

“My throat is bitter” Complain Faiq.

“I'll get you some water.” Karin hurriedly walked out of the room towards the kitchen.

Faiq rubbed his eyes, if it could help him wake up faster. Even his messy hair he pulled slowly.

Slowly Faiq stood up, he needed to go to the bathroom to wash his face. But not only did his steps reach the threshold of the bathroom door, he realized something that made him surprised until the drowsiness disappeared instantly.

The pain of his head was gone due to the shock he got.

Faiq held slowly the shirt with a large size that he used. Although he was drunk last night, he can still remember that it was not the clothes he used last night, even though the pants were still the same.

“Ke-why did my shirt change? Who replaced it?”

My eyes have now been lost and replaced by wide eyelids glaring with confused expressions.

“What's up?” Karin asked to disperse the confusion of Faiq who had been continuously focused on the clothes he was wearing.

“Ba-bajuku.. Last night feeling I didn't wear this shirt”

Karin gasped, she forgot that last night she had ventured to change Faiq's clothes, fearing that her husband would be disturbed and sleep uncomfortable.

“I-it.. I'm sorry, I'm changing your clothes”

“Why??” Faiq asked in a slightly high tone, making Karin surprised.

“A-I think you're not comfortable sleeping in a shirt. Your shirt also smells of alcohol”

Faiq looked at Karin sharply, making the woman who had just returned in carrying the glass of water become confused and surprised.

“You why did you miss the limit anyway to change my clothes”

Overreaching? Isn't that normal, I'm his wife.

“You should know your limits. Just because I'm drunk, doesn't mean you have the right to change my clothes like this”

“Border? Why should there be boundaries between us? Go over the limit what do you mean? I'm just changing your clothes, Faiq, and that's natural. I am your wife, more than that will not be a problem”

“Just because you're my wife doesn't mean you can touch me as you like”

“Ka-you said what the hell? Why can't I? You are my husband, and touching you is not something I can't do”

Faiq's sharp gaze did not depart from Karin, making the confused Karin slowly overcome with fear. He had never seen Faiq like this before.

Where is her husband who has always been so friendly and caring? why turn in just one night into a person who speaks in a high and emotional tone, even for something that shouldn't make him angry.

“Ka-you may still be drunk.”

Karin ventured her feet slowly toward her husband with a glass in his hand that began to be unsettled due to his trembling hands.

“Out!”

Faiq's index finger pointed firmly towards the door, driving away the wife he had previously treated well even though he had never touched.

“Ke-why? Why are you so angry is the same as me when I just change your clothes. I did more than this you shouldn't be angry, Faiq”

“Do more? You want to do what I do?? Changing my clothes is already limited reasonable from your actions, so don't go any further just because I'm being nice”

What the hell does this mean? Did he ever intend to touch me? I'm his wife, and he should have had more plans than just pecking my forehead in the morning before leaving for work.

Shocked, confused, scared and sick attacked Karin's feelings simultaneously, making her heart start to cramp up. Karin's tears began to pool in her eyes.

“Don't touch my body, I never even let you take care of my clothes and all my work supplies”

Degs..

What else does this mean? I've never touched her stuff, because she said she didn't want to make my job a lot. Isn't that a form of attention and love so don't want to make me tired.

“Ti-not allow? Mom-isn't it because you don't want me to bother until you prepare all your own things? That's what you said first.”

“Yes, that's what I said, and that's just an excuse. I don't let you prepare my gear, I don't want you to prepare my clothes, I don't want you to take care of me. I just gave you some leeway to eat me and give you the kind of attention that your Father and Mother gave you all along”

Karin's tears spilled without blinking and without warning. His heart seemed to be hit by thousands of needles which were then given a splash of acid. Grievous, sick, stifling the unstoppable are in power in his power. Karin did not know how to handle it, plus Faiq's unmoved sharp gaze aimed at her, further added to the pain in her heart.

“A-what do you mean? Why is this Faiq?” Karin asked, if Faiq's answer could give him an answer from confusion mixed with pain that had hit his heart and mind. “Did you not love me all this time??”

Faiq turned his sharp gaze which he had pointed at Karin.

“I'm your wife, right? Why are you treating me like everyone else? Why can't I touch you? Can't do a wife's job for you? Why can't I be like a typical wife to you??”

Karin's consecutive questions were raised, her tears were getting heavier and her emotions were starting to overflow.

“I don't think like that” replied Faiq in a flat tone.

Thinking what does that mean? Does she not see me as a wife?

“Ma-you mean???”

Faiq raised his head, looked at Karin for a moment then stepped out of the room.

“Other times, do not exceed the limit” said Faiq as he passed leaving Karin alone in the room.

What he had just heard back gave him an incredible surprise. Karin was stunned by the tears that were still dripping, the emotional that had filled her stopped for a moment, a flat expression on her face.

“What did I just hear? Without explanation and he kept asking me not to go over the line? What am I for him??”

Karin's crying broke again. He could no longer hold his feelings and support his body. Karin fell down along with the fall of the glass he held.

Only last night did he feel good about what he had gotten from Faiq, and this morning the pleasure shattered and turned into an irresistible plight for him.

The water is getting more flowing. His face was soaked with tears and his clothes were soaked with water that his container had now shattered apart on the floor around Karin.

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Welcome the Eid al-Fitr holiday for friends who celebrate 😊