Died Marriage

Died After Marriage

Unconsciously, Nazeera had slept until the end of Isya.

"Astagfirulah... I overslept." Nazeera woke up hurriedly to the bathroom.

"Oh, come another month." Grutu Nazeera checked the drawer to see the available stock of sanitary pads.

"There's one, at least there's for tonight."

After finishing, Nazeera came out of the bathroom towards the bed.

"Jaya where the hell is it? Go without any news." Mumbled.

Why I care so much.

The next day, Nazeera heads to Tamar's room but she doesn't find him.

"Bi, where's Tamar bang? How come you're not in his room and in the study?"

"Master Tamar was gone by dawn." The waiter bowed respectfully.

Nazeera frowned, "Tumben bang Tamar went out at dawn." Mumbled.

"Emang bang Tamar didn't say where to go?" Ask Nazeera again.

"No, Madam."

Nazeera sighed at the new call for her.

"I have a husband, but I still feel alone. Huft. Where is everyone at?!" He walked with his foot to his room.

Crutch crutches

Nazeera held her stomach, "Don't ask for rations first, I'm sprained." His grunts holding his stomach.

Nazeera took a shower and headed to her boutique. She actually wanted to ask permission from Jaya as her husband. But now he was again annoyed at leaving without giving any news.

When he arrived at his boutique, many people were gawking with his new appearance. Wearing blue skinny jeans combined with blanik dress laya puffed sleeve mini dress quarter sleeve and wear pasmina matching with pants. He usually comes out without a hood. But Nazeera still walked on foot to his study.

"What is mba? How come I'm lethargic on that cake?" Asyah asked as she went to Nazeera's room to give a report.

Nazeera shook her shoulders. "I just feel less rest because of yesterday." Nazeera leaned back in her seat of greatness.

"Emang yesterday why mba?" Asyah asked enthusiastically, then sat in the front seat of Nazeera.

"Mba is so pretty wearing a hijab." Puji Asyah's.

"Please order me food I'm so hungry." Nazeera did not comment on his assistant's remarks.

Asyah is out, although still very curious. But he saw that his boss was very pale as if he was malnourished, so he went and paused his question.

Nazeera noticed her phone, apparently there were no messages or calls from any of her family, including messages or calls from her husband.

He fiddled with his cell phone, then contacted someone.

Tut Tut Tut

The call is connected, but no one answers.

Nazeera put her chin on the table, "I'm so lazy today. Am I sick?"

He himself was confused lazily because of what. Whether the influence of menstruation or from his family because no one contacts him must be only once.

Akh, I must be kek gini just the influence of menstruation. My stomach hurts.

Nazeera complained.

She called again, "Dad? How you doing there? I miss you so much."

Huh huh? Am I really like that? But I'm sure I rarely call them.

"How are you doing with Mom, Dad? Bang Tamar get out of here. Not calling Zee just once."

The man across the street shouted, "You've got a man, still spoiled by us." Kekeh Tamar's.

Yes, I have to tell him that Jaya is missing.

"Oia, you're following Daddy's mother there too? Why didn't you say?"

"Cepo. Haha."

"hhh, Brother say, why follow?" Search Nazeera.

Tamar, "Emm a-anu." Glanced at his father for help. Then glanced at Raha who was lying in the hospital.

"Not answered? Is there anything, Dad?" Nazeera's voice began to rise.

"Ekhem, you're a newlywed, so naturally donk me stay."

Nazeera grunts, what newlyweds. I was both married. Hikz, my life is so. He was married and is still married after marriage. Where is that om? I'm not telling you too. Aha?! Nazeera wakes up from the table. I'm calling Dedi aja. His mind then smiled happily.

Mise glared at Tamar because of her language that was confused with the word 'gue'.

"Hahaha, sorry dad."

"Excuse me, sir. Sorry sir, let the patient rest." Reprimanded nurse there polite.

(Excuse me, sir. Let the patient rest in peace)

Tamar waver, how about Nazeera for example listen. He turned off his phone unilaterally.

While Nazeera was still engrossed in her thoughts, "Yes, after Brother, I'll call him. Hello, bang? Hello?"

Nazeera looked at the flat screen, "Well, so all this time I was talking to myself. You know, I'll just call Dedi." He's back sluggish.

"I don't have the number." Nazeera scratched her non-itchy head.

"Based husband!!!" The screech.

"Whose husband, Mba?"

"The neighbor's husband." Ketus Nazeera received food from Ashah.

"Ohh, so mba loyo lemakas cake that because of the husband of the neighbor, to. Why is he? He's looking for trouble on the mba? Or who can't move on? Come on donk mba, come on." Cerocos Asyah because what he caught was Nazeera thinking about her best friend's husband, Akhyar.

Nazeera glared at Asyah, "Get me some mango juice!" Nazeera.

He started eating his food. The phone rings again. He was extremely excited, but upon seeing the call, his spirit was instantly down.

"Why?" Nazeera.

"Bell, Zee. You're just like your brother. I just want it, Jaya isn't there?"

If Nazeera was honest, and Ayu asked her where, maybe she was said to be a wife on paper, she thought.

"What's wrong? How to grow her nanyain."

"Yes no, because I was watching the news of the accident. Same name. Or maybe it's the same name. Yase, I closed first. Bye, the spirit of the newlyweds." Usil Ayu's.

Deg

Nazeera's heart raced, he put the spoon on his plate. Then turning on the tv, the food that was still left in his mouth he swallowed roughly.