Hugging Lover in Prayer

Heartbreaker

...**do I have to cry because I feel sick, or do I sleep waiting for a beautiful tomorrow....

...Do I have to reproach my heart or do I tell others that I am suffering*...

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The chanting of the holy Quran, sounding sweet in one third of the night. Armed with a broken heart, a woman with watery eyes was complaining to the creator. In the past, she was not a girl who grew up in a boarding school environment, but with time, also with the bitter twists and turns of this life, delivered herself to the expanse of prayer in every night, tell God the ruler of everything.

While waiting for dawn to arrive, he still felt at home with the divine kalam, it felt so calm and peaceful when reading the holy verse of the Quran. The sense of comfort was slowly fading, as one's steps caught the senses of the listener, the spontaneous woman named Salwa was ending her activity"Shadaqallahul adzim".

The words were connected to the creaking of the door of the room, a tall man looked straight, looking at him sharply.

"I told you! keep your voice down when teaching!! I'm working!!."

The voice sounded loud, it could even shock someone who was daydreaming or asleep. But not for Salwa, because of the high voice of the man who should imitate every prayer, he has often felt. Until he got used to such treatment.

"Sorry, I'm just waiting for dawn, while teaching."

"Well! you know it's soon dawn!. It should be at this hour that I am asleep, in fact I am still busy with work. And that noise of yours bothers me at work!!."

Pain in the heart, pruning the word that will come back out of his mouth. Salwa embraced the holy book of the Qur'an, saying "Sorry mas, next time I will read it slowly."

"Shelf!!," the door of the room sounded in the rough lid. Leaving Salwa, single-handedly step on the brink of patience.

His tears almost fell when Adzan heard me reverberate. The soft fingers immediately brushed off both eyes, reaffirming themselves that crying is not the best way to deal with all this, facing the increasingly abusive habits of the husband.

After performing the morning prayers, Salwa busied himself in the kitchen. As usual, she would cook for her beloved husband.

"Mas...Mas Randy, it's morning Mas," very slowly, even very carefully Salwa built her husband.

"Buck...."

"Ck!! it's noisy!! I know!," jolted the man.

Salwa can only bite the lips, refraining from crying. Really, Randy's attitude tortures him. It's only been a few months of their household journey, and lately Randy's attitude has gotten rougher, very much different from what they used to be when they were dating.

Take a seat, with disheveled hair. Randy screeched as he looked at Salwa's appearance"What are you wearing!!."

Salwa stood up, having previously sat on the edge of the bed while waking Randy up"I was trying to dress covered Mas."

"For what? and that! what's with the hood!! are you going to wear it too?? all day? even inside the house??," the barrage of questions ran in a flat but painful tone. Especially with a drawn gaze, a piece of heart that Salwa was treating back to feel pain. 

"Eng--not Mas. I only wear it when I leave the house."

"Now you're wearing it!!."

"I'm after watering the plants, Mas" said Salwa's soft voice.

"I heard a religious talk on YouTube, the letter of a married woman will be the responsibility of her husband. I'm.I'm just being..."

"That's it!! sok alim's!. Prepare breakfast. I'm gonna take a shower first."

"Yes Mas" he said, removing the keruduang he was wearing. It looks like the neckline is joined by strands of hair that appear to be scattered. Randy's lust rose.

"Salv."

"Yes?" he turned his head.

Randy pulls her, pushing her into bed. The man was enjoying Salwa's body with a grimace. Without tenderness, and leaves so much possession mark on the wife's body. Instead of enjoying, Randy's attack violently made Salwa's heart ache again.

"Mas.can't you ask me gently," she softly as she picked up the clothes that were lying on the floor. The game in the morning was quite satisfying for Randy but not for Salwa. She realized her husband was so fond of her body, but the way was no longer soft as before. And every time Salwa asks to be touched gently, Randy actually treats himself more harshly. In fact, Randy feels more satisfied if Salwa cries in their hot game.

"Hurry up and have breakfast. I had a meeting this morning!," hardened Randy from the mouth of the bathroom door.

While Salwa, he has not cleaned himself after the plural, it does not feel comfortable if immediately dressed. Wanting to go to the bathroom to clean up there, but considering there is Randy, Salwa is afraid her husband will return to ask for her right there.

"O Allah, forgive the servant who avoids the touch of the servant's husband" she said.

In that house there were only the two of them. Salwa can freely go down by using a towel only to the bathroom on the lower floor. There, Salwa returned to take a bath, then quickly prepared breakfast for Randy.

"Well, what time is it coming home?."

"Eitherway. Why why?."

"No, what are you going to eat tonight? I'll cook it up."

Randy was silent for a moment, then"No need, tonight we're going to have dinner at Adi's house."

Adi, Randy's cousin. Salwa nodded, grabbing Randy's laptop bag and delivering it to the front door.

"Remember, dress up pretty. I like you the most wearing a red dress a gift from my mom. You're wearing that dress tonight, yeah."

Salwa swallows saliva, a dress that Randy means is quite open. Should he wear such clothes? his heart was already uncomfortable to wear such clothes.

In the midst of trying to hold back tears, the glassy bead found an umbrella in the corner of the kitchen. Salwa had long been looking for the young man who lent the umbrella, even the young man had entered into a dream, taking him away from Randy's golden cage. Suddenly rising caste, once the people in the village called Salwa. Since marriage the appearance of this woman is increasingly galmor. Every time you visit the residence in the village always use expensive cars, also alternating. Yes, it's no secret that Salwa has been a wealthy mistress since Randy's marriage. His family also get the impact, household needs were in full respite by Randy. His self-welfare and family are guaranteed, comfortable luxurious residence, clothes bangus and brand, also have a handsome husband. I'm really lucky this girl named Salwa. But who would have thought, behind all that there is a heart that feels arid. She was no longer herself, Salwa was fed up with all this, because she was arranged and restrained by her husband.

To be continued...

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