
If you become Andhira, of course, there will be many questions that come to your mind about Daffa's mysterious attitude. Yes, that is what Andhira is feeling. He had a lot of questions that he had not been able to answer. For now, Andhira only dares to affirm a handful of hope that in the future Daffa can change for the better, that's all. Does that sound stupid? Maybe yes, but that's Andhira. He was not only thinking about his own feelings, but thinking about the feelings of his entire family including the Daffa family. Therefore, he will try to survive Daffa members to the limit of his ability.
The morning began to come, to greet the smile that Andhira tried to present. "Good morning, Mas" Andhira said as she dried her hair with a hair dryer.
Daffa snorted as if displeased. He took a towel and went into the bathroom. The man looked so selfish and had no sense of empathy.
"Patience, Dhira .. Is not God with those who are torn to shreds?" murmured Andhira comforted herself.
Andhira tidied up her messy bed. Then, he jerked to his tribe as if floating. Andhira recalled again about how rough Daffa was on her when she saw the fresh patches of blood stuck on the sheets. It is a distinctive sign that almost happens to all women when their madness is released. The touch of the dried blood marks while commenting on the pain in his heart. "If my husband does it with love" Andhira lamented with tears.
Not long after, Daffa came out of the bathroom. With his body wrapped only in a towel on the bottom. The tall man stood behind Andhira who was still glued to see Daffa's footsteps last night.
"Aren't you any other work more useful?" said Daffa membuyar silence that originally seized the room.
"M-sorry, Mas," stuttered Andhira and immediately finished his work.
"Boring!" cerca Daffa quietly. However, it could still be heard by Andhira.
The pain further undermined Andhira's feelings and heart. As it turned out, Daffa not only behaved violently, but also his words were very sharp tore apart the wall of Andhira's soul. The breath returned to his face. Believe me, Daffa's words sound very painful and so arbitrary.
"Mas, I'll make breakfast first" Andhira asked for permission.
"Well, Mas, but I think that what you take for granted is something important" Andhira said with patience on the threshold.
Daffa was silent at once. He turned his head towards Andhira and started wanting to argue over it. However, Andhira first left Daffa that seemed to close his lips, maybe he felt annoyed.
Arriving in the kitchen, Andhira began struggling with the ingredients she would process to make breakfast. However, cooking is not a habit that Andhira used to do in her bachelor time. However, this time she realized her position was already someone's wife. Therefore, as much as possible Andhira will try to be a good wife and can give her service to Daffa, including in terms of preparing food.
After cooking, Andhira serves the food she cooks to the dining table. Smiling proudly, Andhira plucked her fingers. "Finally, it's done too" Andhira said.
The beautiful woman, who had a sharp nose, rushed to the room, intending to call Daffa and take him to breakfast. But, only half the journey turned out Daffa had come out of the room, so they passed each other. Andhira threw a smile at Daffa, although the only reply she got was a cold face with reluctant eyes staring at her.
Andhira pulled her lip line wider, to brush off the disappointment she repeatedly got. He walked behind Daffa. Later, Andhira served food to Daffa dishes after they reached the dinner table. "Please eat, Mas," said Andhira manners.
"Without you taking it, I will eat it anyway" replied Daffa, again breaking Andhira's feelings.
"Yes, of course ..," said Andhira who slowly began to feed her food into her mouth.
"It was only one day and one night that I became Daffa's wife. However, I've scarred a thousand wounds. It's okay, I accept this part as my path of destiny," Andhira's inner self while stroking her chest that felt bruised and painful.
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