Feel It in Your Heart, My Husband
CHAPTER 30
This afternoon Husna again found a still intact breakfast at the dining table. Things like this have happened 3 days in a row, not only breakfast but dinner was never touched by Mikhail.
The woman took a breath and began to clean it up, in her heart she continued to be curious about the strange nature of her husband in recent days.
After cooking, Husna returned to the room to carry out his duties to God.
"Tok, tock, tock."
The sound of knocking on the door echoes at the end of Husna's greeting. He quickly walked over to see the knocker.
"Yes, um,"
The girl spoke to the man who stood up while looking at her coldly.
"From today on, you don't have to cook food for me. We take care of each other."
The first sentence that came out of Mikhail's mouth was able to make the woman's chest rustle.
Husna looked confusedly, he who did not understand why suddenly her husband changed his attitude like that could only nod.
"I want to go out, you just sleep! I've got a spare key."
He added again, then turned around without waiting for a response from his wife.
Husna walked into the living room, wanting to ask about the change in attitude of the man who was wearing the shoes, but a reluctance to argue made his mouth remain silent.
The man walked over to where the keychain that happened to be beside Husna stood, he passed by the woman without greeting at all, after which he walked out and left without permission.
"Let's. huh.."
He draws and takes long breaths regularly. Trying to restore his mood that began to break.
"Maybe he's fighting with his girlfriend."
That was the only reason Husna got for her husband's cold attitude.
The woman walked back to the room and began to read the scriptures that were necessary to calm the soul.
Elsewhere, the man had just entered a house. The house that feels right for a place to avoid eye contact with his wife.
"Whose chain, come in!"
A young man invited himself in.
Mikhail sat himself down on the living room sofa. Take a ps stick and start tuning that thing.
"Lo why the hell some days are very diligent to my home. You got into a fight with bini lo?"
Dodoy sat down next to his friend.
"Silence, don't ask too many questions. I'm dizzy again."
Mikhail threw one stick into the lap of the dodoy.
"If you have a problem, dong's story. It's as if your burden could be reduced."
Dodoy greeted the object and began to play it.
"You don't understand the story either."
Mikhail's eyes remained straight to the screen.
"Eps, don't sotoy lo. Despite this, I am a love advisor."
The curly-haired man smiled.
"Sad. Love advisors can be single. Shame on you."
Mikhail scoffing.
"Gue's single because I haven't found the right woman. Ntar if I meet directly I halalin, let's not complicated."
Dodoy defended himself.
"Ah, snobs."
Mikhail threw the man down with a sofa pillow.
They chuckle and start playing ball games.
"Doy, if it's not wrong your family lives in Turkey right?"
Mikhail suddenly discussed another matter.
"Yes, Nyokap's sister and her family settled in Istanbul. Indeed why?"
Dodoy began to wonder.
"Isstanbul? Is that right, you?"
The man looks sparkling.
"Yes, why the hell? Just be curious."
Dodoy was confused.
"That's it, he's going to college there. From what I heard he was going to Istanbul."
Mikhail explained.
"Mahaha.."
Dodoy's laughter broke.
Mikhail knitted his brows, puzzled.
"Why are you laughing, what's so funny?"
He asked with a confused face.
"Sorry, so this is what makes you come to my house with a scuffed face?"
Dodoy tried to hold back his laughter.
"Fuck you, instead of worrying even ngetawain me."
Mikhail again threw the friend with the rest of the pillow beside him.
"Sorry sorry, abis lo's her ego height bro. If you like to say, what is the trouble? Instead of your wife leaving trus lo in residence, can nyahok lo ntar!"
Dodoy.
"The problem isn't that simple, Doy. All this time my nature was very rude and always insulted him, maybe even almost every day I always make him hurt. If I suddenly say love, is it not a child's hang?"
Mikhail expressed his concern.
"How he reacts, we'll see. What matters is that he knows how you feel."
Dodoy's approaching.
"Eh bro, Turkey is a nest of handsome men, their hallmark is white, tall, handsome and maco. Don't let your wife fall for the same guy there, and then stay in deh lo."
Dodoy whispered half a whisper.
"Akh.. say the same you are not saying my stress, but instead add mumet."
Mikhail put down the stick and walked towards the door. Leaving Dodoy with his laugh.
The man drove the car back home. As soon as he arrived, he thought repeatedly before opening the door. It's only 9 o'clock, too soon if he comes in now.
I don't know how long he stayed at the door, until he finally decided to enter.
The first thing I saw when I stepped in was an empty room. And he knew that the woman must have been in his room.
"Is he asleep?"
Mikhail muttered as he continued to stare at the door of the room that was passing through him, the man stopped and began to put one ear on the door.
"Are you looking for me?
Husna was suddenly standing behind him.
"Jeez, you surprised me!"
Mikhail was a little surprised. The man's face immediately changed pias because the action was caught red-handed.
"A, I just want to make sure you're asleep or not."
His words had no choice.
"I should just knock, don't stalk like that."
Husna turned around and walked back towards the living room.
Actually the girl was picking up her book that fell under the table, so Mikhail could not see it when passing by.
The man followed with an unwell heart.
"I just don't want to bother you, that's why I'm lurking. So don't think weird."
Husna looked, though,
"Why should I think strangely. Mas is my husband, so it's not strange if the husband is stalking his wife. It's just that it's not good to look at."
Husna's words were able to make the murmur in Mikhail's chest increasingly become.
"So she already thinks of me as her husband?"
He muttered with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
An awkward atmosphere was created. Husna pretended to be busy with her books, while Mikhail pretended to focus on sliding the flat screen in his hand.
"So, when are you leaving?"
Eventually the man relented and started their conversation.
Husna turned his head, he folded the book and placed it beside him.
"Next week, the 20th."
Reply steady.
"Quick that? Don't you have to pass the selection before you leave?"
Mikhail asked with great surprise.
"The foundation that accepted me did not have a selection. Because looking at the grades and achievements I've achieved, everyone finally decided to give me the scholarship."
Mikhail started clenching his hands.
"Then what about us?"
Finally the question arises.
"I've been sincere. If you want to divorce me, then go ahead. Just take care of the letter and send it to me."
The woman's heart actually felt very sore when saying that sentence, but as much as possible she maintained her uncaring facial expression.
Mikhail was no less touched, the man began to feel tightness in his chest.
"Is that really what you want?"
The question was aimed at investigating Husna's feelings.
"I think it's the best way, 8 months I think it's enough for us to try to love each other. But it turns out we failed, mas still hate me and I still don't love you. So, let's get back to our own lives."
Husna spoke by suppressing the pain in his heart.
"I don't hate you anymore. It's just I can't love you."
Mikhail was only able to speak in his heart.
He could no longer say a word, his eyes kept staring at the woman trying to tell her that love had grown for a long time. It was just that he did not have the courage to reveal it.
"Mama wants to ask for some time before we get divorced. So, I can't give you any freedom anytime soon."
The man stood up.
"If we're separated, I'll tell you to marry your lover. I hope you two can be happy."
Husna stood up.
Mikhail turned around, though,
"Did you really feel nothing for me?"
The man asked again.
"Yes,"
Husna replied with a flat expression.
Mikhail approached, he pulled Husna's hand until the woman leaned against his chest
"Mas, what are you doing?"
Husna pushed the man's chest away from him.
"I just want to make sure you feel!"
Mikhail as fast as lightning flashed their lips.
"Nn, uhm.."
Husna tried to shake his head, running away from the husband's face.
But the man was too strong, his hands even moved to hold Husna's nape.
"Mikhail continues to******, slow and soulful. He didn't even care about the woman's refusal.
Until finally Husna's defense was destroyed, he began to enjoy every friction from the man's lips.
Husna's hands could now only clench to contain the sensation her husband had created.
I don't know who started it, their bodies are now lying on the couch
From above his body, the man continued to kiss and suck. Makes the woman lose her mind and continue to be lulled.
"Ring, tong. Ting, keg."
The sound of the bell restored Husna's consciousness.
By reflex he pushed Mikhail's body until he leaned to the side of the sofa.
With a face as red as a tomato, the girl ran into the room and locked the door from the inside.
Mikhail could only stare at the closed door, he was so doomed to the guests who had disrupted their very rare romantic time.
The man got up and walked over to see who had no work but to disturb him.
"Dear."
A woman in a short skirt immediately hugged herself.
"What are you doing here?"
Mikhail pushed Amanda's body away.
Ptia was pulling her lover's hand to walk towards the yard of the house.
"Manda, how many times have I reminded you not to come here?"
Mikhail's tone sounded dislikeful.
"I'm sorry, I was just too happy when I heard that you were going to be apart soon."
The girl spoke with a faint smile.
Mikhail stupefied.
"What do you mean split up?"
"So I met your wife's colleague at her place of teaching. He said Husna was going out of the country soon, and that means you're going to be separated."
Amanda still spoke in her happy tone.
Mikhail pushed slowly the woman before him, and he also began to open the car door for his lover.
"Go home, I'll see you tomorrow."
Banish Mikhail.
Amanda turned around, she placed both palms on Mikhail's cheeks.
"Muach, muach."
He landed two kisses on the man's lips.
"If you want to make out, not in my yard. There are plenty of hotels around that you can rent. Go and do what you want there!"
Husna was already standing at the door staring with a ready-to-kill look at her husband.
"Lick."
Mikhail reflexively pushed his lover's body until she leaned into the car.
"Husna, it's not what you think it is. A. I ...."
The man's words came to a halt as Amanda walked past.
"I'm sorry, this is the last time I'm here when you're here. Because when you're gone, then I'm the one who's gonna stay in this house."
Amanda's words immediately made Mikhail more wrong.
"So he was already planning to bring that woman to move here in my place?"
Husna's heart was wounded.
"Amanda, what are you saying?"
Mikhail squeezed the woman's arm.
Husna turned around, she did not want to continue to be there because her tears began to be unstoppable.
The woman went into the bathroom and immediately rubbed her lips to remove the rest of the man's lips.
With tears she kept brushing and soaping her, the pain of the friction of the toothbrush seemed not equivalent to the pain in her chest. He felt so stupid for letting the man touch him.
He realized that Mikhail was still the same man, the son of a bitch who could not appreciate him. Now he is convinced that his decision to leave is the best way for them.
TB
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