EPOCHS

Chapter 64

Kinza Irsyania Malik POV

“Papa does not force you to forgive quickly, nduk. Papa knows everything needs a process. But, you still have to believe and believe. God willing, everything will go as usual. Your heart will be able to accept the situation, nduk.” said Papa very very softly. My heart was touched. The feeling of emotion that had peaked now decreased. I began to accept the fact that this is where I was wrong. Not Amira, not my husband, Mas Al.

Do you agree with my thoughts? I am really wrong here. No. gabe. I feel like something is wrong here. Arrghhhh, I'm fucked. My mind is confused. Papa's words made me feel guilty. But on the other hand. My heart says that, Miss Amira is wrong. He was trying to seduce my husband.

In fact, even with tears, it could be that Miss Amira cheated. Like Ma'am Putri, twice he used my humility. She pretends to be good, Ma'am Putri pretends to have been converted when in reality she is the queen of crime. Oh no, I don't want that to happen again. I have to investigate all by myself. No one should know about this. In fact, I also have to pretend to have forgiven his mistakes, Ms. Amira.

“Sorry Mas, yes, Deck. His holidays should be disrupted like this.” said Mas Al apologizing when we were at home.

“No, Mas. No need to apologize. This incident was not intentionally. I must apologize, because I have brought up the problem that used to happen.” reply I did not feel good. Honestly, I feel bad. I felt so stupid for saying that in front of my husband.

Mas Al grabbed the top of my head and rubbed it gently. He brought my body into his arms. “After that time I refused to let Amira into the house. Surely it won't be like this, Dek. Surely the problem won't be this complicated. But mas did not feel good to refuse it, moreover, Amira came here with the interests of the unit. Mas can not refuse it.” said Mas Al sound bitter.

I'm sure and believe, Mas Al certainly has no intention to go off the mark. Mas Al will definitely not do things that can damage the harmony of our household. Like cheating or something. He takes good care of this relationship.

Until, some people come to ruin. Their evil intentions did not thrill Mas Al to keep his household. He is a good man and full of responsibility. Mas Al also clung to the principles in his life. That's all I know. Al is a grown man.

“I understand, Mas. It's just that the incident wasn't worth seeing for me. By any woman. But maybe this is the best way. I'm sure God has a plan that is far beyond our expectations. Trust me, the secret - His is the best destiny for our family. Just take the wisdom, Mom. That way, we can be sincere. Isn't that what you always taught me?” I said as I hunted his embrace. Mas Al then tightened his embrace on my body. Very comfortable and warm.

“Thank you for understanding. That time Mas almost desperate, Dek. They really don't know the direction. Because I know, you must be very angry. Moreover, you dare to hurt yourself. Mas completely numb, Dek.” his boduh with a raucous voice. Mas Al seemed worried about my situation. Oh happy, it turns out Mas Al is very worried about me. If you were me, would you feel lucky? It must be dong, ha ha.

“Sorry to worry. To be honest, I don't want to hurt myself. There's no intention of that, Mom. But, when I saw a knife, all of a sudden my senses disappeared. I'm like in a blind. Even I did not realize that my own stomach had been pierced by a knife.” said I slightly shuddered in horror. I felt my stomach ache when the knife stabbed him. Pain, difficulty breathing, difficulty speaking. I'm like I'm soon.

But God said something else. Thank God I am still alive today. I can still breathe, I can still be close to my loved ones.

From that moment on I promised, I will not do anything recklessly. I've had enough stab wounds in my stomach. Do not let there be any other injuries, a little reminder, keep remembering God under any circumstances. Satan is always lurking around us. He will only plunge us into perverted things. This is a lesson for all of us, especially for me personally. May we be kept away from bad things.

“That's called satanic trickery, Dek. He has whispered you something bad, to the point that you do not remember Allah and end up injuring yourself.” Mas Al said gently.

“Iya Mas, I don't want that to happen again. Because, not only am I the victim, but also the people closest to me that I love the most. Like Alief and you.” Mas Al rattled the top of my head in a fit of anxiety.

“His smart wife, is an adult, already understands too. Looks like, you are ready to add a child, right baby?” ask Mas Al with a foul tone. Oh no, this looks like Mas Al gave me a code. Not ready for a new kid, hu hu.

“Ngak, Mom. Not ready to go there!” fill me with laziness. Mas Al chuckled small. “When is it ready, baby? Should I wait to get into office first? Want to wait for Mas hair until all that white?” the cuek insinuation. I'm not helping!

“Ih no too, wait for five-year-old Alief. He is an adult, Mas.” said me while kissing his handsome face.

“No, Mas. The age of Alief is five years. She is now 1 year and 5 months old. Well, about 3 years and a half we add a baby. So, do you agree Mas?”

“Alright love. Whatever you say. May God's plan be different than what you want. If in his sustenance next year, you can not refuse of course. Yeah, right, Dek?” his words made me lose my guts. God's plan no one can guess. It could be, next year, next month, or even next week that sustenance has come to me.

Maybe yes maybe.

...---...

On Tuesday, we usually play volleyball. Of course, inevitably, disliking it, I had to participate in the sport. Fortunately, my wounds no longer hurt. My condition is good enough, and it seems to be able to follow the game of volleyball.

“Izin, Ma'am, let's join Joni's Mother Team. Coincidentally his team is Ibu Joni less personnel.” said Mbak Amira. In Team Bu Joni? That's the sign, Miss Amira is my opponent?

I wanted to refuse, but it was not good. I'm afraid Amira's even thinking things out. Could've failed my plan to investigate.

“Ready, I get ready first, yes. Want to titipin Alief briefly.” said I while covering from the field. As usual, I put Alief on Yonathan's mother, who happens to be on break.

“Dek, if still sick do not need to be forced, yes? I don't want to take risks, I'm afraid Mbak why-why.” said the commander's mother was full of worries. I smile as sweetly as possible.

“Izin ready, Ma'am. I am healthy, really. Mbak just calm.” said I slowly. Then, these footsteps began to enter the field.

The match began. It can be said quite fierce, because, both teams work well together.

It's only been ten minutes, but my breath is starting to sting. Maybe this is the effect of a puncture wound in the stomach? Because I've never been this weak.

My focus began to disappear as the view began to blur. I lowered my head for a moment. I don't know why the pain was stabbing into my head. To the extent that I didn't hear some mothers yelling at me.

“Bu Kinza, awaass!!”

Bugh, a hard blow landed smoothly on my head. Her taste was hot and hot to make my consciousness disappear.

“BU KINZAAA!!”

Then my world started to get dark.