I reach for your love Mr. My Cuek

Chapter 22

Daffa awoke from his sleep at three in the morning. He sharpens his hearing when he hears someone's sobs. He then chose to sit on his bed, and again put his hearing. Until finally his eyes were fixed on someone who looked solemn do'a, he was Sekar, his wife

"O Allah, if it is the path you have promised for such a servant, then strengthen the servant to continue trying to melt the heart of the servant's husband O Allah. I believe, there is a great plan that you promise for every struggle of the servant.Ten the heart of the husband of the servant O Allah, I believe in you. Aamiin's"

Daffa lay down again when he saw Sekar ending his do'a. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. The next instant, he felt a warm touch on his forehead, which he believed was done by his wife, then a moment later, a gentle kiss was back anchored on his forehead. Daffa restrained his wife's hand, causing Sekar to fall into disbelief

"You are not ashamed to ask God for something special. You're not ashamed to show your interest in me, and ask that I can melt down and be with you? Listen to me, whenever I'll never love you"

Deg

She felt a pain in her chest. The shock of her husband's sudden realization had made her die of lice, especially now, her husband's cold aura again dominated. Sekar looked into those eyes deeply, as if traversing every layer within

"Why should I be ashamed to ask my Lord? Let alone your heart, the whole world was able to go back and forth, then what is it that still makes me hesitate to ask Him? If your heart is made for me, then hide you in the coffin, your heart still belongs to me" Sekar said calmly

Daffa looked at the night sky from the balcony of his room. He rubbed his face rough, he realized that his actions on Sekar had been enough to make the woman hurt. But up to this moment, Daffa had never received a single inappropriate word from his wife's mouth, and tonight, for the first time, Daffa heard the woman crying in her prayer, the crying that sounded was very soft and slashing.

Daffa rubbed his face again. Breaths were also unceasingly audible. He felt his forehead, this was not the first time his wife had kissed him on the forehead. But somehow the warm that felt because of his wife's kiss really unsettled his soul.

"Mother, if you were with me, maybe I could know what love is"

Daffa rubbed his thumping chest repeatedly. He exhaled to normalize his heartbeat. Once normal enough, he went back into the room.

*

Morning's approaching. Daffa came out of the bathroom wearing a kimono. He glanced over his bed that already had his work clothes, he was sure his wife who prepared it all, considering he did not give anyone access to enter his room, even Daffina though. Daffa unfolded his work clothes, this was a fairly harmonious blend. The suit and formal pants are light blue, combined with a long white shirt. Daffa immediately put on the clothes, and immediately went down to the dining room