Feel It in Your Heart, My Husband

CHAPTER 47

Husna brought a basin of iced water into the room where Mikhail was. This water will be used to treat bruises on the left cheek of the man.

"I'm not papa."

The husband smiled when he saw the look of worry that emanated clearly on his wife's face.

"No papa how are you? Look at your face blue, it's swollen again."

Husna put the cloth that had been soaked first into the water earlier.

"Ahkp.."

Mikhail frowned slightly as the cloth stuck to his cheek, there was a slight pain that grew. But only temporarily, the pain was immediately reduced because of the cold sensation received.

"Sorry mas. Am I a taut?"

Husna felt more guilty.

"No! This is good enough. After all, this bruise is nothing compared to the suffering you've received while being my wife."

Husna was filled with the words of her husband. He tried to hold back his scent by staying focused on treating Mikhail's face.

"Mas, please forgive Mas Husyein. He's doing it because of his affection for me."

"I'm not angry at all. Mas Husyein is not only your brother, but he is also my brother. It's only natural that he reprimands when I make a mistake."

Mikhail said sincerely.

Husna was happy that her husband had grown up, and she was proud of all the positive changes she had shown.

"Why look at me like that? Are you letting go of your longing?"

Mikhail said nosy.

"Ih, ah kepedean mas."

The girl was finally able to smile with a blushing face.

"Ehm, um."

Deheman from a man, managed to divert the attention of a couple who had just begun to melt. It turned out to be Shaleh, Husna's father.

"Mikha, if you can please forgive Husyein, he's out of control. Maybe because Husna was his only sister, that's why he felt disappointed by what happened."

Shaleh stood at the door, concerned about the incident between his son and nephew.

"It's okay, bah. Micah knows how Husyein feels."

Mikhail felt a little hit with an apology from his father-in-law.

"Aidhil, Nani and Aisha have already left here. Maybe in 2 hours they have arrived, so be it! Wait for your parents to arrive, and then we'll talk about this again."

Shaleh said again.

Mikhail nodded, taking over the cloth that Husna was holding and compressing his own face.

"Husna, go back to the kitchen."

Shaleh said between his steps away.

"Yes bah."

Husna nodded gently.

"Go!"

Mikhail smiling. He understood why his father-in-law had told Husna to leave.

Husna smiled, then walked to where the father meant.

"Why were you there so long?"

Ningsih immediately greeted the child with a look of dislike.

"Husna helped Micah compress his wounds first umma."

Honest answer.

"He's not a kid. So he must know how to take care of himself."

Ningsih still looked at Husna with a sharp look.

"Yes, sorry umma."

Husna was lazy to argue so she chose to give up. His hand resumed the work that had been delayed.

"Drag. Can we talk for a second?"

Shaleh called his wife.

The middle-aged woman looked at her husband for a while, then followed the steps of the man who had married her decades ago.

"Sit down! We need to talk about this well."

"What do you want to talk about? If this is Husna's problem, didn't we talk about it yesterday?"

Ningsih sat down.

"Yes, but I want you to give Mikhail some leeway. He's already sorry and wants to fix everything, so give him a chance."

"Bag,"

Ningsih said in a tone that started to feel bad.

"How can mas ask me to let our daughter fall into the pit of suffering for the second time? The man is a traitor mas, once betrayed then he will definitely repeat it again in the future."

Ningsih's eyes looked fiery.

"No, I'm sure Mikhail won't do it again. I could feel great regret from the look in his eyes."

Shaleh tried to convince.

"But I can't feel it. To me he was just a man who could not appreciate his wife. Don't expect him to be your nephew until he turns a blind eye to all his mistakes."

The mother of the 2 children was still insisting.

"Didn't get carried away, Istigfar! Mas says this is not because Micah is mas's nephew. I just don't want our selfishness to destroy Husna's life. Remember, all men are not the same."

Shaleh stroked the wife's back so that her anger would subside.

"Are you insinuating me now?"

Ningsih's gaze grew sharp.

"Astagfirullah, Istigfar! Why are you being so sensitive?"

"I'm not the sensitive one, but you're the one who's insensitive. I want them to separate before it's too late. Micah is not good for Husna, therefore I want them to end it all."

Ningsih.

"Are you sure all this will make your daughter happy?"

Shaleh's question was able to make Ningsih speechless.

"Mikhail is much different from the man, so don't look at him with the same side."

Add the middle-aged man again.

"I never equated Micah with that son of a bitch. But the truth is their nature is the same."

The woman continued to speak in between steps.

Leaving Shaleh with his mind increasingly tangled, he knew that Ningsih was indeed carried away by an old wound that made him so emotional.

The wound was once scratched by his wife's former first husband, Husyein's father. The man who left Ningsih for another woman when she was 8 months pregnant.

Because it is so deep in the wound, it makes the woman always emotional every time she hears the word infidelity. Because of the injury, he was very hard to forgive the son-in-law.

Shaleh was confused, knowing that Mikhail was not as bad as his wife thought. Although the nephew was guilty, but at least Mikhail had completely changed and regretted everything.

One of the most important of all is that Husna loved Mikhail. Everything was clear from the way the child worried about her husband. Shaleh could feel how Husna was staring at the man who had hurt her. If they were separated, it would hurt Husna even more.

Meanwhile somewhere else..

The man who had beaten Mikhail was seen sitting in the backyard. At this moment he was still trying to hold back the anger that had taken hold of him.

"Is my hand okay?"

Husna came to bring him a bowl of ice, just like Mikhail had. He grabbed the brother's hand and started compressing him slowly. He knew that Husyein's hands must also be in pain.

The man was only speechless looking at the innocent face of the younger brother.

"Are you not mad at me?"

Ask.

"Why should I be angry? I know that you're doing that, because of your affection for me."

Husna gave a shady smile to her sister.

"I'm sorry, it's just that the guy deserves it."

Husyein replied again.

"I know that Mikhail is wrong. But it would be wise if we could settle this with a cool head. Not by playing like that physically."

Husna tried to remind her of her sister

"Mas tau, but I lost control. I guarantee that in the future I will always try to keep my emotions."

Husyein stroked the hooded head of her sister.

Husna smiled and continued to do his job. He knew that Husyein must have regretted what had happened, because basically the man in front of him right now was a warm man full of affection.

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