Love Ainun

Caliph

Series :4

I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself who now looked much more fashionable. Some makeup polish adds to the beauty of the face.

At first I was worried about this new look. However, it suddenly seeped in my mind to brush it off

"Ahhh why should I be uncomfortable, I am beautiful, no need to avoid! Maybe this is my path of destiny, my destiny my new life of pleasure!!" muttered.

If you remember the difficult life first, to buy clothes I can only buy once a year, it was also a donation of money from neighbors who I used to buy long and large clothes. Ugly, more suitable for grannies.

Satan has changed my view. To whisper in my ears the beauty of the world, until I forget that it is not eternal.

"All this time, I've suffered, been mocked, insulted, what's wrong with being an orphan! I also want to be like those who have a Father and a Mother, who as a child got the love of parents, growing up with the upbringing of parents. Become a smart figure and even able to lecture people because of his intelligence!" I grumbled.

"Where is my fault? If those who have parents can still insult me, why should this orphan be better than them? How cana??

"Maybe it's time for me to rise from my slump!" I kept talking to myself in front of the mirror.

Slowly my heart began to close, I began to greed for treasures.

As a child, I was an orphan. Armed with the teaching of an ustad, I often heard that the law of wearing a hijab is mandatory . That's what I often remember.

Since the departure of both parents to the Divine. I only live alone with my brother Ridwan. At that time we lived in a simple house, land belonging to a citizen.

For daily meals, usually me and my sister peddle cakes by going around. The cake was deliberately made by some neighbors so that my brother and I could make money.

Not much pay we receive. Just a few thousand dollars. If the cake is sold out.

That's why we can only continue school until high school.

However, after graduating from school, Ridwan decided to get married immediately, leaving me who had to fight to survive alone.

I also started working very hard to survive. And in fact, I no longer know the word shame. Whatever job I take, not even infrequently, I become a dishwasher in the celebration.

At a very young age, where I should be busy laughing with jokes with friends, I just have to feel the bitterness of life.

Not just until that. My life trials are still coming. After a few years alone left married by Ridwan, now it's a simple house turn that I live in that I have to vacate. The land owner wants to sell it.

Luckily there was a man who wanted to ask me out of pity.

Malik, who is now my husband, married me without any foundation of love. And so was I.

I accepted it just because I wanted to keep living. Our marriage is still six months old

Now I am again facing a very severe ordeal.

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Raka is the man who becomes the boss of the contract marriage I handle.

The man who served as the director deliberately chose the village woman to make her a contract wife for six months

Raka is looking for a contract wife through her network, Hendrik, the husband of my old best friend, Mira.

Raka's reason for marrying the contract was because she was always required to be in the family by her parents . The age of Raka who is considered very mature is thirty-eight years, making it difficult to find a woman who sincerely loves him for who he is, who does not love him because of wealth.

The urge is what makes Raka choose a contract marriage.

The meeting of Raka, Mira, and I only lasted a short time.

They met for a while and then discussed the contract.

Raka explained about my role during being a contract wife. And some important rules during my time in the neighborhood.

"It's a rule you have to follow during the contract period!" raka firmly while handing the paper to me.

"As long as you do well until the contract is over, I will pay you according to my promise. Later you can charge Mira!"

Not much trite, the man immediately shook hands with Mira and left us.

Mira smiled with satisfaction at me, she felt that winning had made me melt into her. But no, I did it not just because I was afraid of Mira, but because of my own desire.

In my heart I murmured. "Just wait for Mira. until the time comes, I will repay you, I will bring you to my knees!" The thoughts coming from the demons began to roar at me.

I, who was lacking in religion because I never had the opportunity to get a religious education, now began to show the fragile side of my faith.

No one can rebuke me for reminding me of the right path,

I have taken the wrong path, even lying to my married husband to save me from a homeless life.

I'm getting lost getting consumed by emotions and greed. I didn't even think of going home, I was caught in a burning grudge against a friend who is now an enemy.

However, this grudge is not only a grudge against my best friend, but also a grudge against my former bitter life.

I'm tired of living a destitute life.

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