Feel It in Your Heart, My Husband
CHAPTER 29
"Sit down!"
Mikhail who had just arrived immediately greeted the cold face of his parents.
The man had felt a tense aura, but he tried to look ordinary by sitting in front of the 2 middle-aged couples.
"Aisha, go upstairs. This is adult talk."
The mother threw the second child away.
Without saying much, the hooded girl stood up from her seat. Before stepping, he briefly looked at Mikhail with a hostile look.
"Have your household been all right?"
Nani begins her interrogation.
Mikhail's forehead clinging. He increasingly felt something was wrong, but as much as possible the man pretended to look relaxed.
"Of course, what will happen?"
Answer lies.
"Mikha, how long are you going to cheat us?"
Aidhil spoke.
"Craud? What do you mean papa?"
The man started to worry.
"Mikhail khairun fahlavi. You are our only son, you are also a role model for Aisyah, and our greatest hope is in you. If anything happens you should be able to talk about it with papa or mama"
Aidil continued.
"Pa, where is this conversation going? Micah doesn't understand."
Mikhail looked confused.
"Is it true that you still don't love Husna?"
The mother finally made it clear.
"Deg,"
The man's heart immediately pounded upon hearing whose name he was called.
"Tell me, just so we can find a solution."
Aidhil.
Mikhail was silent for a moment, his hands started to clench, holding something uncomfortable in his chest.
"Yes." Yeah."
Only one word came out of his mouth. What is said is very different from what is felt.
Nani leaned back, the woman was still hoping that Mikhail would answer her doubtfully. But seeing how quickly the man replied, Nani finally believed that Mikhail really did not love the nephew.
"Did you feel nothing after 8 months?"
Aidhil continued.
"No. I told my mom that she wasn't the woman I wanted. But my mother kept forcing me to marry her. I tried it, ma. But my heart still won't choose it."
Mikhail spoke by suppressing the pain in the chest.
Nani started to drift. He feels more guilty to the children and women who are being talked about.
"So, what do you want now?"
Aidhil's question this time was able to make Mikhail speechless. Nor does he know what he wants.
"Do you want to divorce her?"
Unable to get an answer, Aidhil continued his question.
Mikhail's chin was raised, said the divorce that the father had just spoken, able to add tightness to his chest.
"No pa. Don't get divorced now, you don't know how to tell this to Husna's parents and mom, at least give me time."
The teary-eyed middle-aged woman quickly stopped her husband's question.
"Ma, if Mikhail and Husna continue to suffer, why do we tell them to defend their household."
Aidil continued.
"Wait a minute, Pa. Give Husna time to continue his studies. If he gets divorced now, then his status won't be good when he leaves for Turkey."
Nani's sentence this time was able to make Mikhail stare nyalang at his mother.
"What does mama mean to turkish?"
Asked the man with all his shock.
Answer the mother.
Mikhail reflexes standing up.
"Can't! Micah won't let him go."
The man's voice sounded.
Nani and Aidhil looked at each other. They don't understand why Mikhail's reaction was so great.
"What's your reason for not giving her permission?"
Ask the mother.
Mikhail stuttered, he began to think of a reason that was quite reasonable. The man walked closer to where his mother was sitting.
"Well, if Husna continued his studies abroad. Then our relationship will depend longer."
That was the only reason the man could think of right now.
"It won't be long. Mama's just asking for your time so you can tell Husna's parents about your divorce in the village."
Nani spoke while looking deeply at the eyes of the child.
"Ce.. divorce?"
Asked the man with an increasingly stifling chest.
"Yes, my mom gave up. My mother knew that love could not be forced. That's why mommy's gonna approve of your divorce."
Nani said as she stroked the child's arm.
"Dug, dug, dug,"
The man's heart was passing faster, there was a deep pain that pierced his heart even more.
Mikhail's hand squeezed the firm edges of the sofa. As a marker of how difficult the man was to withstand his discomfort.
"Have you talked about this to Husna? Did he agree to divorce?"
Mikhail began to expect words of rejection from the woman he had married a few months ago.
"Yes, Husna is sincere if she has to be widowed. He's also the one who asked Mama to give you the freedom to decide your life."
The mother's answer instantly made the man's body relax.
"It turns out he doesn't have feelings for me."
Mikhail Mumbles.
"How's Micah? Are you really not going to regret this later?"
Tanya Aidhil was convincing.
Mikhail turned his head and was silent for a moment, actually he really wanted to shout that he really liked Husna. But a sense of prestige and do not want to be defeated, continue to make him not care about the heart that is increasingly rebellious.
"Yes reward, the faster the better. Micah comes home first. Assalammualaikum."
The man kissed the back of his parents' hands alternately, then passed out of there.
"As for Micah, this pain is only for a moment, once he leaves then you will quickly forget it. You have won, from now on your parents will never manage your life again."
The man buries his head into the steering wheel of the car, he continues to convince himself that all will be well.
I do not know how long it took Mikhail to calm his heart, until finally he decided to return to the house that had been staying with Husna.
The first thing he saw was the living room was clean and tidy. There were no more dirty dishes on the table. Signs that Husna had woken up and cleaned before she moved into the room.
Mikhail locked the door again, then dragged his steps towards a room. But not the place where he used to live, but the room where the wife was.
The man pulled the hilt and took a quick peek. She knew that she never locked the door of her room when she was sleeping.
After it became clear that the woman behind the blanket was asleep, Mikhail approached and sat himself on the edge of the bed. Staring in a face that was able to make him uncontrollable.
"Sorry, thank you for serving me for 8 months. I hope you can achieve your goals."
The man muttered with glazed eyes.
"Tests, tests, tests."
Finally the clear liquid was unstoppable. Mikhail quickly wiped it, staring at the circle.
He did not believe that this separation was able to bring down tears that may have been decades never come out of the nest. He went back to contemplating his heart.
"Did I really love this duck so much? And, am I gonna be okay when she's gone?"
Mikhail again felt a growing unease.
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