Degrees of My House

CHAPTER 13

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Ibra asks Kevin to drive her home first. He told Kevin to take his car to the office tomorrow. Ibra arrived home at 02:00 in the morning. Ibra walked into the house. When he reached the top of the stairs, Ibra's eyes saw Dee who fell asleep while sitting with her body leaning on the door of Al's room. Not wanting Dee to catch a cold Ibra lifted Dee's bridal style body towards their room. Ibra slowly put Dee to bed.

Because her body felt sticky, Ibra rushed to the bathroom to clean her body. After that he walked towards the walk in closet to change his clothes into sleepwear. There Ibra saw the ointment that Dee had used for his wounds. Ibra took the ointment and brought it.

Ibra revealed Dee's back shirt up, "It must have hurt a lot. Forgive me for not knowing your suffering. It would be inappropriate for Khadijah to be like you to have a sinful demon like me. I'm sorry", Ibra said grudgingly seeing the many wounds on Dee's back.

Dee who felt something touching her back started to wake up and open her eyes. Dee turned around and saw Ibra looking at her body. The eyes of Dee and Ibra meet each other.

"Mas" said Dee with teary eyes.

Ibra immediately hugged his wife's body which shook with tears.

"Grandpa is not a criminal, not Adek who pricks mom" Dee said in her tears.

Ibra nodded at Dee's words. He doesn't know what to tell. His lips suddenly faded when he saw his wife's face.

"Adek's body is ugly, sorry", said Dee to break free from Ibra's embrace.

"Adek adkhas if mas no longer want to touch Adek. Adek is self-conscious, Adek's body is too disgusting for a perfect man like a mas. Sorry about Adek".

"Dee"

"Adek is ready if the mas ninggalin Adek, but before that please believe if it is not Adek who has already pierced mama and put mama into a coma until now" said Dee with tears that had soaked her cheeks.

"Adek knows himself" Dee said with his head bowed in tears.

Unable to hear Dee's words anymore, Ibra brought Dee's body back into his arms. Dee rebelled a little, but Ibra strengthened her embrace even more. Ibra let Dee channel all her cries.

Dee's crying started to subside. Ibra loosened her embrace and raised Dee's face to look at her. Ibra's two outstretched hands held Dee's cheeks and wiped away the tears that were there.

"Udah speaking ? now it's my turn to talk. Look at me Dee" Ibra said as Dee tried to shift her gaze. Dee avoided eye contact with Ibra, after Ibra forced him to look at Ibra a little.

"I LOVE YOU", three words coming out of Ibra's mouth were able to make Dee cry again present. But this time it was a happy cry. Not expecting her husband to say the three words she was most looking forward to.

"Hiks,,hiks, hyx,,"

"I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry if I've forgotten your whereabouts, I'm sorry I ignored you. Don't even think about saying goodbye again, because the ribs will never part with his body. Listened to survive, terimakasi already want to return home here. I'm back for me and Al" said Ibra with teary eyes.

Ibra slowly brought her face closer to Dee's face, slowly the two sexy lips met each other and let go of each other's longing. They share their love and longing.

As his oxygen army began to run out, Ibra released their lip link. Their foreheads cling to each other with smiles on their faces.

"I love you", man",

"I love you more".

Dee was very happy, finally the wait in his patience reaped happiness.

"But what about Al mas ? Is none of this gonna hurt her?" tanya Dee recalled Al's attitude towards her.

They both fell asleep with Dee's head on Ibra's arm. Ibra's hands worked gently rubbing the head of his wife who was still covered with her instant hijab.

Remembering something, Ibra sat herself down, "Is this still sick ?" tanya Ibra held a still watery wound in Dee's stomach.

"Don't hold it, it's disgusting" Dee said, distancing Ibra's hand from her stomach.

Instead of drifting away, Ibra kissed the wound gently, "Bau", Ibra said. Dee slapped Ibra's arm with her face holding back her smile.

"Listen dear, no husband is disgusted with his own wife. Even I'm more disgusted at myself not caring about a good wife like you. You should be the one who is disgusted with me" said Ibra and replied with a smile by Dee.

"Mas is not wrong, this wound there is indeed his destiny. No wife is disgusted by her paradise. And Adek loved Adek's paradise very much" Dee said smilingly. Both of his hands gently rubbed Ibra's cheeks.

Ibra smiled at Dee's words. "The veil was opened, yes, it was just the two of us in the room. You usually also never make hijab if at home there is only me the same Al".

said Al. His hand moving will open Dee's hijab.

"Don't open" said Dee holding Ibra's hand. His eyes are already glazed.

Ibra felt strange and increasingly curious. With a little coercion Ibra releases Dee's hijab.

"Sorry, Dee's hair is also ugly" said Dee, looking at Ibra, who just kept looking at her hair. Ibra was surprised, it never occurred to him if his wife's hair was also used as an impingement like this.

"Did they cut this hair too ?" ask Ibra firmly. Dee shook her head, she was a little afraid of hearing her husband's firm voice.

"Then why can you live like this ? and why can it be rough like this baby ?" tanya Ibra held Dee's hair. Her hair feels a little rough.

"It's not hair" Dee replied with a lowered head. Ibra raised next to her eyebrows in surprise with Dee's reply.

Dee braced herself to hold her hair. He slowly removed the wig he used to cover his head. Ibra was shocked to see Dee's head.

"Dee has no hair" Dee replied pointing to his bald head. "Sorry", Dee said with his head lowered, tears unceasingly flowing for the night. Dee knew that Ibra used to love her thick black hair and waist length. So Dee used the Wig behind her hijab.

"Why is it like this ?" ibra asked coldly and firmly.

"Dee's head is ironed here. Dee's hair was destroyed. Dee's head also hurt", Dee replied with quivering lips. His hands pointed at the back of the head he was referring to.

Ibra turned her head and looked at Dee's head at the back. His heart ached and it sliced to see the iron marks on Dee's back scalp. Ibra looked back at Dee's face, which was wet with tears. A thousand regrets perched in his heart. How strong is this wife to be able to withstand all her own suffering.

"sorry"

"sorry"

"I'm sorry", a word that always comes from Ibra's lips while hugging his wife's fragile body.

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