Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

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...Duhai the heart......

...Thank you for always being patient,...

...Thank you for staying in this wonderful relationship....

...Salwa Al - Adnan's....

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The chanting of the holy Quran, sounding sweet in one third of the night. Armed with a broken heart, a woman with watery eyes was complaining to the creator. In the past, she was not a girl who grew up in a boarding school environment, but with time, also with the bitter twists and turns of this life, delivered herself to the expanse of prayer in every night, tell God the ruler of everything.

While waiting for dawn to arrive, he still felt at home with the divine kalam, it felt so calm and peaceful when reading the holy verse of the Quran. The sense of comfort was slowly fading, as one's steps caught the senses of the listener, the spontaneous woman named Salwa was ending her activity"Shadaqallahul adzim".

The words were connected to the creaking of the door of the room, a tall man looked straight, looking at him sharply.

"I told you! keep your voice down when teaching!! I'm working!!."

The voice sounded loud, it could even shock someone who was daydreaming or asleep. But not for Salwa, because of the high voice of the man who should imitate every prayer, he has often felt. Until he got used to such treatment.

"Sorry, I'm just waiting for dawn, while teaching."

"Well! you know it's gonna be dawn soon!. It should be at this hour that I am asleep, in fact I am still busy with work. And that noise of yours bothers me at work!!."

Pain in the heart, pruning the word that will come back out of his mouth. Salwa embraced the holy book of the Qur'an, saying "Sorry mas, next time I will read it slowly."

"Shelf!!," the door of the room sounded in the rough lid. Leaving Salwa, single-handedly step on the brink of patience.

His tears almost fell when Adzan heard me reverberate. The soft fingers immediately brushed off both eyes, reaffirming themselves that crying is not the best way to deal with all this, facing the increasingly abusive habits of the husband.

After performing the morning prayers, Salwa busied himself in the kitchen. As usual, she would cook for her beloved husband.

"Mas.mas Randy, it's morning, '" slowly, even very carefully Salwa built her husband.

"Buck...."

"Ck!! it's noisy!! I know!," jolted the man.

Salwa can only bite the lips, refraining from crying. Really, Randy's attitude tortures him. It's only the second year of their household journey, and lately Randy's attitude is getting rougher, very different from how they used to be dating.

Take a seat, with disheveled hair. Randy screeched as he looked at Salwa's appearance"What are you wearing!!."

Salwa stood up, having previously sat on the edge of the bed while waking Randy up"I was trying to dress covered Mas."

"For what? and that! what's with the hood!! are you going to wear it too?? all day? even inside the house??," the barrage of questions ran in a flat but painful tone. Especially with a drawn gaze, a piece of heart that Salwa was treating back to feel pain. 

"Ti.no mas. I only wore it when I left the house" the woman stuttered, not expecting Randy's reaction to be this angry.

"It's inside the house, do you have to wear it now?!!."

"Akhs! the more days your behavior makes me sick of Salwa. Why wear a veil? you're so pretty when you dress like you normally do!."

"I heard a religious lecture in utub mas, the letter of a married woman will be the responsibility of her husband. I'm.I'm just being..."

"That's it!! don't be so smart!. Prepare breakfast. I'll take a shower first."

"And one more! take off the hood. You're so young, you'll be old and you'll wear it."

"Yes," he said, removing the longing he was wearing. It looks like a tiered neck accompanied by strands of hair that are namlak scattered. Randy's lust rose.

"Salv."

"Yes mas?" he turned his head.

Randy pulls her, pushing her into bed. The man was enjoying Salwa's body with a grimace. Without tenderness, and leaves so much possession mark on the wife's body. Instead of enjoying, Randy's attack violently made Salwa's heart ache again.

"Mas.couldn't you ask me gently," she said the day as she picked up the clothes that were lying on the floor. The game in the morning was quite satisfying for Randy but not for Salwa. She realized her husband was so fond of her body, but the way was no longer soft as before. And every time Salwa asks to be touched gently, Randy actually treats himself more harshly. In fact, Randy feels more satisfied if Salwa cries in their hot game.

"Hurry up and have breakfast. I had a meeting this morning!," hardened Randy from the mouth of the bathroom door.

While Salwa, he has not cleaned himself after the plural, it feels uncomfortable if immediately dressed. Wanting to go to the bathroom to clean up there, but considering there is Randy, Salwa is afraid her husband will return to ask for her right there.

"O Allah, forgive the servant who avoids the touch of the servant's husband" she said.

In that house there were only the two of them. Salwa can freely go down by using a towel only to the bathroom on the lower floor. There, Salwa returned to take a bath, then quickly prepared breakfast for Randy.

"Well, what time is it coming home?."

"Eitherway. Why why?."

"No, what are you going to eat tonight? I'll cook it up."

Randy was silent for a moment, then"No need, tonight we're going to have dinner at Adi's house."

Adi, Randy's cousin. Salwa interrupts, while grabbing Randy's laptop bag and delivering it to the front door.

"Remember, dress up pretty. I like you the most when you wear a red dress a gift from mama. You're wearing that dress tonight, yeah."

Salwa swallows saliva, a dress that Randy means is quite open. Should he wear such clothes? his heart was already uncomfortable to wear such clothes.

After weighing up, Salwa forced to follow what Randy wanted, wearing her favorite red dress. Salwa's body is indeed beautiful, even very beautiful in the eyes. Undeniably, many men who looked amazed at Salwa that night. Randy asked Salwa to roll her hair up. The woman was more and more charming, and Randy was very proud of his co-worker's enchanted look at his wife.

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