Love Elsaliani

20.

In his room there, after the completion of the prayer zhuhur Elsaliani immediately tidied up his prayer equipment, Elsaliani's hands painstakingly folded up the face and prayer mat and brought it to be placed on a table near the bed. Suddenly, the rough sound of the door of the room being slammed as if echoing in the air made Elsaliani immediately turn towards the door, who was also there was the figure of Iqbal who was still standing upright with a face filled with anger, Iqbal's gaze seemed ready to pounce on the entire body of Elsaliani in one blow, this made the prayer mat and the face that was still in Elsaliani's hands fall on the floor by itself, in a moment Elsaliani's hands again tremble violently.

"Sir, El didn't talk about children at all! El is not wrong, sir. El really didn't talk about it to mom or dad." Elsaliani.

Elsaliani immediately stepped back when he realized that Iqbal was beginning to approach him, as vigorously, as much as possible, Elsaliani continued to stay away and avoid Iqbal, but what power all Elsaliani's efforts ended in vain, as his body was blocked with a wall, while Iqbal was getting closer, even this time his face showed off a smile filled with question marks.

"Master, please forgive El! El please." Pinta Elsaliani, this time directly kneeling at Iqbal's feet.

"Why do you keep ruining my life? wh why? you shouldn't have appeared in my world, Why did you come, then make things mess up? you should never have been born into this world!" Shouted Iqbal with emotions he could no longer control, this time Iqbal was truly brutal.

"I'm sorry El sir, sorry!"

"After all the mess you made, then now you're just apologizing?"

Iqbal's hand violently banged Elsaliani's head against the wall of the room, while his left hand clasped Elsaliani's arm roughly, as if he wanted to break it. Elsaliani could only accept all the pain Iqbal gave him in a row, without being able to protest let alone rebel. Even Elsaliani was still crying in silence when again Iqbal hand grasped the rough face of Elsaliani.

"O Allah, take care of your servant, O Allah!" Elsaliani muttered in a soft voice from between the cries and fear that enveloped her entire body.

Slowly Elsaliani tried to get up despite having to fight the pain all over his body.

"Death! Because only with your death will my happiness come back as usual, when you have not come and destroy all my dreams! it is off the face of the earth!" Firmly Iqbal immediately turned his gaze in the other direction and then stepped away from Elsaliani.

"Abang, please come! Adek is really not strong anymore with all this, adek give up bang, not because adek does not want His heaven, just that the path must be traveled really beyond the limits of his power adek." Elsaliani complained in her tears before she fell unconscious.

After hearing Elsaliani's moans, Iqbal quickly walked out of the room without looking back at Elsaliani's body lying on the floor.

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I don't know how many minutes Elsaliani was unconscious. Now he starts to wake up from his stupor. Elsaliani tried to get up despite having to endure the pain all over the body. Slowly, Elsaliani stepped onto the bed for a moment to rest there, with the rest of his energy he still had, Elsaliani tried to remove the veil, then he tried to check the bruises and wounds he had just gotten on his body.

"Not so bad, the wounds and bruises are not as bad as El had imagined. Thank God, God." Elsaliani.

Elsaliani turned to the mirror, trying to look at her fixed self in the mirror reflection, making tears come back without her control.

"What should El do now? should El get out of here? or what to do?" The grim cry of Elsaliani grew.

While Elsaliani was still crying, the door opened from the outside, realizing what was going on made Elsaliani grab the veil and put it on. Iqbal approached Elsaliani again, and Iqbal's hand immediately threw the P3K box onto the mattress.

"Take care of that wound!" Firmly Iqbal with a cynical look.

"Thank you sir." Said Elsaliani then immediately grabbed the P3K city that was still lying on the mattress.

Elsaliani continued to try to stay strong, even though his entire body was experiencing pain like the crumbling of all his limbs. Elsaliani took a cotton swab and alcohol and tried to clean the wounds on her hands, slowly trying to wash them. As Elsaliani continued to do so at that moment Iqbal's hand violently grabbed the cotton that Elsaliani was holding, Iqbal's attitude clearly made Elsaliani startled and immediately woke up from his seat.

"El, El will replace him later sir. All the drugs that El used, El will definitely replace." Clearly Elsaliani with his head bowed.

"Did I tell you to replace him?"

"But this belongs to the master, El has absolutely no right to use it."

"Grow your hands!"

"Sir, El will really replace him later, please don't......"

"I said give me your hand before I force it!"

With fear continuing to rage, slowly Elsaliani extended both hands towards Iqbal, quickly Iqbal grabbed the hand, a moment to pay attention to it carefully and then wash all the wounds and bruises contained on both hands Elsaliani and lastly apply the ointment on the wound, realizing what Iqbal was doing made Elsaliani even more frightened.

"Sir, what are you doing? let El do it."

"Shut up!"

"Will you hit back and get angry at El?"

"I said shut up! quickly open your veil! I saw a wound on your forehead."

"No, let El alone treat him later."

"You're asking me to get your forehead back to get a worse wound?"

"No!" Elsaliani answered spontaneously and immediately opened her veil.

Gently and painstakingly, Iqbal cleansed the hardened blood on the left forehead and also on the face that was exposed to blood, then treated and wrapped it with a bandage.

"Where else have you been hurt?"

"You sure?"

"Yes sir, there are absolutely no wounds on the other side anymore."

As quickly as the lightning of Iqbal's hand directly touched Elsaliani's left calf, it immediately made Elsaliani scream in pain.

"Then what is this?"

"No, there are no more wounds, which here it is...hmm.that's because yesterday El fell in the bathroom, so it's not because of the master, it's not El....El....!" Elsaliani kept trying to explain it to Iqbal, but his mouth seemed to be silenced just like that, making tears again dripping down his face, he could only hold back his tears with a face that kept bowing.

Iqbal's eyes continued to look at the face of the wife who had been soaked by tears, then slowly Iqbal's gaze began to be fixed on the two hands of Elsaliani who clearly seemed to be trembling with fear. without saying a word Iqbal touched Elsaliani's calf again and tried to find the wound that had made Elsaliani scream in pain.

"Your wounds? El why don't you talk about this wound on your calf?"

"Master, this is not a wound because master, does not mean El, hm.El's body does not have the slightest right to the attention of the master, after all El has smeared the medicine of yesterday, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow the wound will also dry."

"Since when did your calf get hurt?"

"Because at dawn, before the father and mother come!"

"Let me treat!"

"Don't do that sir, later El can misunderstand with the kindness of the master, El does not want to continue to be an eraser of happiness in the life of the master. Sir, you better never be nice to El, because only then can El make amends for El who has ruined your life." Obviously Elsaliani then moved away from Iqbal.

In silence Iqbal again rose from his seat and stepped away from Elsaliani, for a moment standing with his hands that continued to kneel his own forehead, until finally he returned to approach Elsaliani. Without caring about Elsaliani who kept avoiding him, Iqbal's hand immediately lifted Elsaliani's body and laid it on the mattress, not until there, now Iqbal again pulled Elsaliani's calf and noticed his wound, after being satisfied to see it, Iqbal again pulled Elsaliani calf and then noticed his wound, Iqbal immediately tried to treat the wound that looked increasingly dilated and watery.

"Awww, sa...sick!" The screams of Elsaliani who began to be unable to withstand the pain and soreness of the calf, until uncontrollably Elsaliani's hand even touched the hand of Iqbal who was treating his wound, so that he could not help but, elsaliani made Iqbal's vision immediately fixed on Elsaliani's face.

"Hmm,, how does it hurt?"

"Hmmm....."

"I'll try to do it slowly, hold on a little!"

"Hmmm...."

A few minutes passed, Iqbal finally finished it, Iqbal again closed Elsaliani's calf with the skirt he was wearing. Iqbal brought himself closer to Elsaliani, while Elsaliani could only sit around, even when Iqbal gently stroked her hair, she still spoke a thousand languages.

"El....."

"Yes sir. Old believe El really does not discuss the matter of children with mother or father, believe me!"

"I believe!"

"really? thank goodness!"

Elsaliani's face seemed relieved by the answer Iqbal had just given her, making her smile happily, but the smile soon faded when she realized that Iqbal's eyes just kept staring at her face.

"Smile!"

"Sir, El didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry El."

"Did I ever forbid you to smile?"

"No!"

"Then what else are you waiting for? smile!"

"gig, hm....El......!" Obviously Elsaliani stammered, but Iqbal did not let the condition last long, Iqbal quickly kissed the wife gently who kept trying to explain everything to Iqbal.

"Sir, El is really sorry! El didn't mean....."

Again Iqbal did not give Elsaliani a chance to speak, for the second time Iqbal kissed his wife.

"I hope, what I'm doing here, can heal the wounds and bruises that I caused earlier."

" Sir!"

"Be quiet, I really don't want to hear you say a word anymore. Right now I'm completely screwed up, so please shut up!"

Elsaliani was silent again. Slowly Iqbal touched Elsaliani's face and looked at her, momentarily lowered his gaze and Iqbal kissed Elsaliani's eyes slightly swollen and swollen and then smiled sweetly at Elsaliani.

"Is this a dream? why does this dream feel so real? what happened to El? is El crazy, why does this dream feel so real?" Tanya Elsaliani stuck to himself, making him shed tears again, with both hands Elsaliani immediately held Iqbal's body into his arms, to make him sleep in the warm embrace of the husband.***