LET ME GO MY HUSBAND

CHAPTER 13 Don't Be Kind of

"Fifty thousand? For three days?" andhira murmured in the heart.

"What do you think, dear Dhira?" asked Daffa with a mocking look.

"No, Mas," answered Andhira briefly.

Fifty thousand for three days? Actually, it was not a problem for Andhira. Provided that Daffa behaves as a husband who loves his wife, or at least appreciates a little of Andhira as his wife, because the word love may be too soon for those who are married for an arranged marriage. However, the signs of being a good man are not in Daffa at all. Perhaps, that is what makes Andhira a little complaining with the nominal money given by Daffa at that time. Indeed, Andhira was even able to provide himself with the income he had, even though Daffa did not give him money. It's just that, Andhira realized that there is a wife is to accept with sincerity no matter how much of a living given by her husband.

"Do you mind the money I gave you?" ask Daffa.

"T-no, Mom. Thank you for fulfilling your duty," Andhira replied with a slight nervousness.

Daffa nodded with a petty look and a bitter smile. "We'll see how far you go to be a good wife" Daffa demanded.

"Enp ... Excuse me, Mas. I'll prepare something to eat" Andhira said politely.

"No need, I'll go after this. Maybe I won't be home for a few days" Daffa said. Andhira just nodded obediently.

Soon, Andhira prepared some change of clothes for Daffa to take away. Honestly, there was a feeling of relief in Andhira's heart when she found out that she would be free from Daffa, even if only for a few days. "I've prepared the clothes, Mas. Is there anything else?" Andhira.

"That's it," answered Daffa briefly.

Daffa moved to pick up a jacket that was stuck on the wall, precisely behind Andhira. However, Andhira's misgivings, fearing being tortured by Daffa, led her to think Daffa would beat her. Andhira cried out for mercy.

"Don't, Mum! Forgive me, Mas," he cried, closing his eyes and covering his face with both hands.

Daffa frowned feeling astonished. "Why are you, Dhira? I just want to take the jacket that's behind you" explained Daffa.

Andhira lowered her hand from her face and saw, it is true that Daffa only took the jacket that was behind her. Then, with a gasp of fear, Andhira apologized. "I'm sorry, Mom," she said slowly.

Daffa just looked at Andhira with a face full of questions. Apparently, the man was unaware that his bad temper had left a deep trace of trauma for Andhira. Precisely, presenting again the trauma that previously Andhira had experienced.

Daffa prepared to leave in a pretty neat suit. Wearing long jeans and a light blue plain shirt. You could say, Daffa is quite handsome. Until the suit he wore at that time increasingly emits the aura of good looks.

Quickly Andhira grabbed Daffa's hand and endured it. "Be careful, Mas," Andhira's message.

Daffa just nodded slowly, then pulled the nape of Andhira until Andhira's face approached his face. "Don't you dare to mess around as long as I'm not around" Daffa said in a soft but stressed voice.

Andhira closed her eyes with clenched lips. His oxygen supply was like a halt, until his breathing felt tight. I don't know why Daffa creates new wounds every day. Though, without being reminded of any threat, Andhira knew how to take care of herself and her honor.

"You hear what I'm saying?" daffa said make sure.

"Yes, Mas" replied Andhira.

"Good!" tukas Daffa, then took the bag containing his clothes and left.

Andhira dropped her body on the floor while crying in annoyance. However, it was not long before he got up and made sure that Daffa was really gone. When he saw that Daffa's car was no longer there, Andhira immediately put on his jacket and took his favorite helmet.

The woman in white opened a drawer, where she placed the key like her motorbike. He left the house after taking the key. Andhira drove his motorcycle at a very high speed. To the extent that some of the vehicles he had overtaken were screaming in shock and fear.

"Ehh, did you see that woman who called? It looks like it's Dhira" Rere said. At that time he was with Maya, and also Fahri to go somewhere.

"Which one, anyway? Maybe you're wrong, Re" replied Fahri, unaware.

"Are you sure, Re?" timbrung Mayans.

"I'm sure I saw the helmet and jacket exactly as Dhira used to wear" Rere said.

"Okay, let's follow" Maya asked.

The three of them accelerated their motorcycle.

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