Honeyed

Honeyed
Episode 59's



Fatih is home, this is when I told her I was pregnant. He would definitely be happy and excited to hear this news. After all the test pack results I put in a gift box that I accidentally put on my room dresser and Fatih mas.


"Mas?, why did you enter that room?,". Shit, Fatih went into Aisyah's room instead of my room.


"I want to see Aisyah,".


"Mas, just go to our room first, baby,". I tried to persuade Fatih to go into my room.


"Later, after Aisha's room I went to your room Siska,". Guy sucks. My murmur.


Long time Mas Fatih in my stupid and pretentious middle brother's room. What are they doing, bitch. It had been thirty minutes for Fatih not to come out of that room.


"Mas?, man?,". Finally this man came out of the room.


"Yes siska, what's wrong?,".


"What are you doing?!, how long from Aisyah's room!,". I'm sorry.


"Concealed,".


What a sickening answer. I followed this man who was walking towards my room. And annoyingly, she did not glance at the dresser at all, and went straight out again to take a shower. Blind asshole.


I followed Fatih and sat on the TV room couch. I saw Aisyah coming out of the room. That girl, I hate to see her. Just look, soon you will be kicked out of this luxurious house by your own husband. Everything your husband has will fall on me. Be prepared to be the widow and the kingpin of Aisyah.


"Siska?!, are you pregnant?!,". Suddenly I saw Fatih carrying a box like a gift box and a stick test pack.


"Yes, I'm pregnant with our child,". And I heard Siska saying some lies to Fatih.


"Allah, O Allah, I will finally have children. Thank you dear,". Fatih said to Siska, now Fatih hugged siska very tightly, even he did not care at all about my presence, when he just asked "something" from me.


My heart was broken seeing all this, Fatih was tricked by Siska. That's not your real son, but Siska's son with his affair. I'm sick to see Siska being kissed so many times by Fatih's mas. Mas Fatih looks so happy, I just first saw his handsome face so happy again. I tried to hold back my tears, seeing all those heartbreaking scenes. Somehow Fatih continued to stroke Siska's stomach, and hugged and kissed Siska many times. While I was still silently staring at the scene while holding back tears.


"The... Aisyah, we'll soon have a child with your aunt Siska,". Fatih said after seeing and realizing my position.


I can't answer anything. I just kept quiet, confused as to what to react to. I just silently stared. I still see the fate of my family is sad and heartbreaking.


"Look, your old wife has no happy reaction at all to hearing our child's pregnancy?!,". This time Siska instigated Fatih's mas in front of me. Instantly I glanced sharply at Siska.


"Aisha!!!, why are you glaring at Siska, you don't like hah?!, if your young wife is pregnant!, yes?!, answer!,". Now Fatih yelled and was angry with me, Fatih was really incited by Siska's talk.


"Aisha!, listen carefully!, you must take care of Siska and her baby!!. If there's anything with Siska and her baby, you're the first one to be wrong!!,". Fatih's voice boomed and threatened me with his sadism. What's my fault?, why should I be blamed if something happens to Siska?. I'm not her bodyguard, nor is I someone who has to look after her.


"Hiks.. hicks...,". I can't stand to hold my tears. Heart's broken. It's really getting painful.


"No need to cry!!!,". Snap at Fatih.


"Mas?!, what's wrong Ayesha?!. Why should Aisyah take care of Siska and her baby mas?,". I said while sobbing.


"Since you are her honey sister?!, should you take care of your honeymoon sister and your future child Aisyah?!!. Although the baby was not born from your womb, but the baby in Siska's womb is my son, your husband is also Ayesha!,". This time Fatih yelled at me and held my arm very hard.


"Take off the mas, Aisyah is in pain... Hiks. hiks... hiks...,". The hand of Fatih in my arm is very painful. I can't stand that pain.


My crying is breaking. Today Fatih not only hurt my heart and mind, but started hurting my physique. Oh Allah it hurts so much to be wasted like this. It was sad, in the snapped and in front of the honey sister's own kasari. Why is Fatih getting cruel like this?.


"You must obey all the words of Siska and I Aisha!!. Remember, do not harm my future son and Siska!!,". Said Fatih while letting go of her hand violently from me.


I ran away from Fatih mas and Siska who was engrossed in smiles seeing me being yelled at and in kasari by Fatih mas in front of him. Aisha's heart was broken, O Allah. Why is Fatih getting rough on me?, what's my fault, God. It's really painful.


I felt aching in the area of the arm that was held firmly by Fatih mas. I opened my robe arm and opened it to the sick part, left behind a red mark there. Mas Fatih actually used all of his energy to grip me. If you had known Fatih, if the baby in Siska's womb wasn't your flesh, you would have hurt me just for protecting and defending the woman who had betrayed and deceived so cunningly.


I was still crying, walking out of the room to get ice water to compress the red marks on the arm that had been in the grip, still very sore and painful. O Allah, strengthen Aisha, O Allah.


"Astaghfirullah non, non Aisha why?!,". Asked Bi Inah who was shocked to see my arm that was starting to turn blue.


"Oh no papa Bi, this just bumped. Not intentionally, Mom,". My words lied. I still have to keep my husband's good name and honor in front of anyone. Let all this I endure, until I am truly at the point of being unable to endure any longer.


Bi Inah painstakingly compressed the former grip of Fatih mas very slowly so as not to hurt me.


"If the pain says well non, and next time be careful yes non,". Say Bi Inah to me.


"Thank you very much Bi, it's been very good to Aisyah. I'm sorry Aisyah can not repay Bibi. May all the goodness of Bibi be reciprocated with Allah with pleasure and kindness that many yes Bi.


"Aamiinu. Thank you for your prayers non Aisha,".


"Together Bi,".


I still sat down, and wiped my tears, while my left hand was compressed by Bi Inah.