Feel It in Your Heart, My Husband
CHAPTER 27
"Sit down! I have something to talk to you about."
Mikhail said as soon as Husna came out of his room.
The girl turned her head, although she felt strange but she still followed the direction of the man who was her husband. Husna sat down directly opposite Mikhail.
"What's this?"
The man put down the sheet of paper he had taken from Husna's room.
Husna grabbed him and his eyes instantly gidded towards the man before him.
"Did you enter my room without permission?"
Ask in a hostile tone.
"That's not important, what's important is that I want you to explain what exactly you think about the paper."
Mikhail spoke lightly.
"This is a college scholarship held by the foundation where I work."
"To be more precise, it's the foundation of the man who likes you."
Mikhail.
"Mas, can you look at it professionally?"
Husna, who disliked Mikhail's assessment, immediately protested.
"That's the truth. That guy likes you. That's why he gave me this scholarship, the goal is to keep you away from me."
Mikhail explained how he felt.
"Why is he trying to keep away 2 people who were never close?"
Husna.
"I know that you understand what I mean. That guy wants you!"
Mikhail.
"Mas, I'm your wife. And even if I don't love you, but I still won't think of another man before you divorce me."
Husna explained how to think.
"But she doesn't care even if you're my wife."
Mikhail won't lose.
"It all happened because of your mistake that made the man look down on our bond. That's why he can feel something else about me."
Husna looked at Mikhail annoyed.
"Don't blame anyone else for that kind-ass attitude of yours. You're the one who's too familiar with her daughter, that's what makes her like you."
"So, what should I do? Should I always pout at the student I'm mentoring?"
Husna raised his tone.
"It's not necessary to frown, but you have to put limits." Mikhail was lured.
"Mas, stop. What exactly are we going to talk about. Can you get to the point?"
Husna began to get caught off guard by the chatter that started to heat her chest.
"I don't want you to follow this."
Mikhail answered concisely and concisely.
"What's the reason you won't let me?"
"If you follow this, then you'll go abroad for years. I don't want to live in this bond that long."
Duar, Mikhail's words again managed to cut the woman's heart.
"All right, if you want. You can divorce me before I leave."
"Dug, uh,"
The man's heart also felt pain when he heard the woman say the word divorce.
"Do you think I like our marriage? I'm much more suffering living one roof with you."
Mikhail stood up and followed Husna. He does not want his pride and ego to be defeated.
"Then please talk me out. Because you have a right to it. If you suffer that much live with me. So before I leave, just drop your talaq and then just take care of our divorce papers."
Husna stared at the bitch. There was no doubt in those clear eyes.
Mikhail looked at Husna deeply, looking for a slight gap of regret in his eyes.
"The decision is in your hands. Let me go, or live together forever with this state of mutual hatred."
Husna spoke again.
"I'm not gonna let you go. What would people say if they found out that you went to college with the pity of another man. My family's pride is at stake here."
Mikhail turned. He did not want Husna to catch the anxiety and disappointment in his eyes.
"It's not the man's personal money, it's a fund he's always funneling every year regardless of who he's helping."
Husna tried to explain.
"I still don't allow it. My decision is round. If you want to go to college, I can finance you."
Mikhail pulled the doorknob of his room.
"But I don't want to go using your money. Because I know that one day you will definitely sue me with your words that will surely demean me. I don't even dare buy a pair of sandals with your money."
"Deg,"
Again, Husna's speech this time was able to hit the heart of the man earlier.
"Did he really go that far as to judge me, was I really that cruel?"
Mikhail.
"I only dare to use your money to eat 2 times a day. Because living is your responsibility. For other things I would never use it. Because I'm not a matre woman, as long as you're accused."
Husna turned and walked back to the kitchen.
Leaving Mikhail with a sense that was hard to express.
"It's worth all this time spending his ATM card is very little. Is his heart that far from me, that he doesn't dare touch the money I gave him?"
Mikhail sat in bed. He thought back to every sentence he had ever spoken to Husna.
"Did she think I was a matre woman? I'll prove to you Mikhail, that your money means nothing to me."
Husna drank his mineral water to the end. He tried to cool his heart which was still hot.
Actually Husna had indeed resolved to pursue the scholarship. He will leave with or without the permission of the man inside.
Husna felt that it was time for him to start living for himself. Because the girl does not want to continue to live in the shadow of a husband who does not want her. A husband who has another woman in his heart.
It was enough that he became an unregarded wife. A wife who is not seen and loved by her own husband.
Husna had even thought about what risks he would face if his and Mikhail's divorce were to occur. He will try to get forgiveness from his family if they later blame him for everything that happened.
Most importantly, he wanted to go start life with a new atmosphere, without the shadow of self-esteem that continues to be played.
But deep down, this was not the only reason he had to leave. The biggest reason is, he does not want to accept the fact that all this time he has begun to be influenced by the charm of the cruel man. That's why before the taste develops. Husna preferred to go and bury him inside.
Killing feelings that shouldn't have sprouted in his heart. The man who hates himself from the small, the same man who always insulted him. How can that feeling of liking grow?
That's what Husna keeps. Preserving a taste that should not exist. Because that feeling would only hurt his heart and destroy his soul.
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