LET ME GO MY HUSBAND

CHAPTER 8 Not Being Self-conscious

During his stay at Andhira's parents' house, Daffa seemed to dominate the conversation. As if to show that he is a good husband and knows everything Andhira needs. Daffa's attitude clearly fooled Salamah from his actual attitude. For his efforts, Daffa managed to attract the sympathy of Salamah. She had the impression of being a good daughter-in-law in the eyes of her mother-in-law.

Not felt the time has shown at 16:00 WIB. Daffa really did not return to work anymore. He continued to accompany Andhira in the house. Wanting Andhira's heart to expel Daffa from there, but what power his lips did not reach to express it.

"Mom, then we go home first" Daffa said to Salamah.

"B-but, I still want to be here, Mas," Andhira said trying to stay. Really, Andhira really doesn't want to go home.

"Dhira, honey, just follow your husband, huum!" talk to Salamah who does not understand that Andhira is afraid.

"I told you that you must not reject me, Andhira," inwardly Daffa grinned.

Andhira looked at Salamah with a pleading gaze. However, it turns out Salimah was not sensitive enough to the feelings of his Son. She only knows that Andhira is happy with her marriage. With a heavy heart, Andhira finally went home with Daffa.

On the way home, Daffa drove his car at such a high speed that Andhira was terrified. I don't know why he did that? Perhaps, he was not happy because Andhira had refused his invitation while at the house of Andhira's parents.

Upon arrival at home, Daffa first entered without concern for Andhira. Andhira followed in with a slow step and misgivings. He always thought about what kind of anger would Daffa vent on him?

There was a very loud door slamming sound made by Daffa. Yes, Daffa entered the room and closed the door tightly. Andhira jerked, then his body became limp like powerless. The poor woman undoes her original intention of going into the room to change clothes. He chose to sit in the corner of the guest bathroom.

Daffa's footsteps were heard circling the living room. Maybe he's looking for Andhira's whereabouts. The owner of the shady smile closed his eyes while tightly hugging himself. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Daffa called Andhira's name.

Finding Andhira disillusioned with her vocation, Daffa began combing through each room to find Andhira. He felt that he had checked all the places in the house, but had not yet seen Andhira. "Where is he?" muttered Daffa while massaging his dizzy forehead.

Daffa stood up for a moment, then went back on his quest. He remembered that there was one room he had not been to: the guest bathroom. The man immediately looked there. "Andhira!" he was annoyed when he found Andhira in the corner of the bathroom.

"What are you doing here?" snapped at Daffa as he approached Andhira.

However, Andhira did not respond to Daffa and this made him very angry. She had just wanted to drag Andhira's arm from there, but it turned out that Andhira's body was suffocating and decaying onto the dry bathroom floor because of the old unused. Andhira was unconscious.

"Dhira" Daffa said, patting the poor woman's cheek.

There were a few minutes of Daffa trying to resuscitate Andhira, but the results were nil. He took Andhira to their room by carrying her. "Take it easy," Daffa's great-grandson cursed the helpless body.

Daffa laid Andhira's body on their soft bed. He confirmed Andhira's body temperature by placing his palm on Andhira's forehead. "It's cold" Daffa said.

Daffa took out a bed cover and enveloped Andhira. He noticed the innocent face of Andhira who was unconscious carefully. "You're not wrong, but I don't know why I hate you so much. Although in reality, I still want to touch your body," Daffa muttered as he stroked Andhira's cheek with his fingers.

Andhira's lips were so soft. Undeniably, Daffa began to be interested in seeing the beautiful face of Andhira. Like not knowing himself, the man who initially claimed not to have feelings for Andhira was also kissing Andhira's forehead which had not been whistled from his stupor.

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