IF YOU'D Be Me.

IS THAT HOW GOOD HE IS TO ME?

In Qanita's room.

That night Qanita could not sleep, as the wounds on her hands began to swell. Because the wound was not treated properly. So that the wound began to be inflamed and now cause a very strong pulse. It made it difficult for him to close his eyes.

"Aakh.. Why is it getting sick anyway? I could not sleep like this" complained Qanitaz, looking at his wound, which was covered only with ordinary cloth,

"If only Mom would let me go to the hospital. Surely it won't hurt this much? Aahs.. Why does Mama hate me so much? What exactly was my mistake? Why does everyone in this house hate me so much, and most sadly, my husband is just like them! How am I supposed to do now?" muttered Qanita, while hugging her knees. And without feeling her tears just flow.

"Hiks..hiks.. had it been hiks.. I insist on following Father and Mother, hiks...hik . Maybe now I am happy torment..Father, Mother.hiks.why don't you just take Hannah.. Hana here here is sepian, hiks.hiks.." lamented Qanita, who could no longer hold back her tears. So that her crying voice was getting so clear.

While Qanita was still lamenting her stifling fate. Suddenly, the door of his room was opened by someone. However, Qanita was unaware of the arrival of the man. Because at this time his face is being buried between his knees, which he still hugs.

"What's going on? Why are you crying in the middle of the night like this, huh?"

Hearing the baritone voice of a man, Qanita spontaneously raised her face. And immediately his eyes were perfectly rounded, when he saw the face of the man.

"Mas Fazril?!" his jolt with Mimik's face that seemed to disbelieve his vision.

"Why surprised? Does my face look like a ghost?" asked the man called Fazril by Qanita. And that means she's Qanita's husband, "Why is she still quiet? Didn't you answer my question hm? What makes you cry?" the question again sounds flat.

Hearing her Husband's question, Qanita immediately realized that her face, at this moment, was in turmoil. Because she was flooded with her tears.

"Well.m-sorry! Sa-i ma-masih.." replied Qanita, looking nervous, so that the words that came out of her mouth, so stammered. This made Fazril reluctant to hear it.

"Well..!! Nevermind! Don't talk about it anymore!" snapped Fazril. Making Qanita's body immediately jerked in shock, seeing the jolt of his wife's body, Fazril also twisted his lazy eyeball.

"Huh! It's boring!" his grunts, as he walked towards their bathroom. Arriving in the bathroom, he immediately closed the bathroom door by slamming it. Makes Qanita's body again jerked in shock with di together with her little screeching voice.

"Aakhs!!" screams Qanita. Spontaneously, he shut his mouth. She was afraid of being heard by her husband.

"Tikh..Hannah! You really why the hell! Always nervous in front of your husband! Though you know that Mas Azril, most do not like people who speak vaguely like you! If you keep going like this, there he'll never talk to you!" inwardly Qanita, cursed her stupidity.

"What are you doing huh?! Don't touch my stuff!"

Hearing a loud voice, Qanita's body immediately jumped. And immediately turned his face to the source of the voice, "Sorry Azril! I-that, I-I meant to tidy up to.." replied Qanita stammeredly. But again, Fazril snapped at him.

"Well, Quiet!!" he snapped and immediately Qanita closed her mouth. "no need to pretend to be a good wife in front of me! And never touch my stuff understand!!" snapped Fazril. Makes Qanita's body jump back in shock. And spontaneously he nodded his head.

Looking at Qanita's frightened face, Fazril too, clucked in annoyance, "Ck! Always is! It's nauseating!" said again. While pulling the suitcase that had not been opened by Qanita. Then he immediately rushed away with his suitcase, out of Qanita's room and then immediately slammed the door, when he was outside.

Hearing the sound of the door slam so loud, made Qanita's body soar in shock. And at once his body seemed powerless, and almost fell down, but he quickly leaned his body in front of the door of his wardrobe. But suddenly his body immediately slumped down and finally he sat on the floor. Then he hugged his knees again while leaning on the door of his closet.

"Is that how confident he is of me? To the extent that He dined on me, with a look so disgusted. Am I like shit in his eyes?" qanita murmured, with a body, that looks start to tremble.

Qanita looked so sad, that without feeling her tears wet her cheeks, "Hiks. hyks. two years is the age of my marriage. Hiks.hiks.but not once did he look at me as a wife, hyks. Am I so bad in his eyes that I do not deserve to be his companion? Hiks.. hiks... Why did he marry me, if he didn't want me? What exactly was the purpose of marrying me?" hiks. hiks... huhuhu..hiks.."

Qanita's cry broke, she could no longer keep all the pain that had piled up in her heart. So that finally he also issued all his complaints that had only been restrained in his heart.

Qanita still looks very sad, even the sound of Isakan one two is still heard clearly, in the same place. Only his body position changed. Because at this time he was seen curled up on the floor while closing his eyes. And before long Isakan's voice was not heard again. Even his breathing seemed to be getting regular, it meant that he had already drifted into his dream.

Not yet an hour he was asleep, suddenly there was a cry of someone calling his name so loud and loud. Made Qanita immediately jumped and spontaneously he immediately sat down.

"QANITAAA!!! WHY HAVEN'T YOU PREPARED BREAKFAST YET HUH?!!"

"Astaghfiullah! Morning already? Huh, why am I sleeping here?"

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