Love Shielded Risue

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Bang Akhri came out smiling. He walked over to her, sitting next to his wife.

That look is getting stranger, or maybe it's because it's not just for me. So I feel like you're a little different.

Maryam always tries to dismiss all bad thoughts that are often present in her mind. It always seems to be losing to the facts. Because indeed, Bang Akhri increasingly changed with the age of his marriage with Kania.

O Allah, I take refuge from all prejudices against her. –soon Maryam fixes. Wishing it was true, it was all just his feelings that were getting tired.

"MashaAllah– Brother's wife is always beautiful, and never fade her smile," praise Akhri before peeping the woman who was biting the tip of her lips held tightness and crying that seemed unable to hold her for longer.

Does your brother know? my smile contains sadness. (Mar)

"Abang, how's Hussein doing?" Merry tried to first ask the situation of her husband's son from Nia.

"Baik– Alhamdulillah. why? You miss, Him?" Gently rubbed his cheek.

"Sangat–" was still trying to smile, but his voice could not lie. As well as a flushed nose made Akhri pause for a moment. Then rub the wife's tail.

"Sik, you're crying, aren't you?"

"No, Bang." Maryam answered no, but the clear grain dripping from her net escaped, as if telling the truth.

"Yes Allah. Brother's wife is crying, why?"

I want to answer because it was your second wife. But I don't want you to be angry with him.

Maryam remembered very well, Akhri had been angry at Nia when she was caught reprimanding Maryam with a little cursing. When the other day giving special snacks children six months and above. For Nia, Maryam was wrong for giving a snack before her son ate his core food that was being prepared by Nia.

The woman chuckled, shook her head and touched her husband's cheek, and kissed on the cheek next to her.

"Dik ... said to Brother, why are you?"

"No papa. Merr was just reading a novel that was sad. So cry..." Chuckles softly.

"Oh my God, why?" Swiping head. Maryam hugged her husband's waist tightly.

"Kangen–" he muttered in a spoiled tone, making Akhri laugh with anxiety.

"Show my wife, this..."

"not wrong, right? If you want to spoil my own husband? Moreover, this has been one week, Merr did not meet–" as if something stuck in his throat. "Abang–" the weight of the speech made, said Brother he said very softly later.

Akhri hugged him tightly, as guilt re-emerged. Many times he kissed his wife.

"I'm sorry, forgive brother. It's not fair to split time for you. Sorry dear."

"Abang–" Maryam let go of her embrace, she shook her head. "That's not the point, Merr didn't mean to mention this."

"But in reality it's true."

Maryam smiling. "That's natural, because Hussein needs more Abinya time, than Umm Maryam who does not have something to prioritize."

Akhri. "You don't talk like that. Still you have the same right, for Brother to prioritize."

Really so? I don't think so, Bang.

Maryam did not answer. In addition to his gaze that contains a longing, as well as his sincere feeling to let the husband go from this house.

I want to be selfish, I want to be angry with him. I want to oppose Nia's wishes. Buty?

Maryam... Akhri who felt guilty again raised his face, then approached the lips of his first wife. Unite while breaking his body.

I want to be touched like this every day, by him. I want him to just do this to me...

Maryam closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of her husband.

I want to sleep in this bed with him every night like he used to... Even if it's on its own once in a while, no problem. As long as it goes, Him? Only because of the work of preaching. Not because he was with another wife.

The deeper the touch is felt. Makes Mary want to cry.

Maryam pushed her chest, releasing a kiss of Akhri that had moved near her ear.

"Don't you?"

"Hmmm..."

"After this, you go home. To Nia's house," Maryam asked heavily, while her husband was now giving her another touch in her neck area. He lifted his head, looking at his wife.

"Again with you, why tell Abang to come home to Nia?"

Maryam smiled, then grabbed her husband's face closer. He does not talk, let him serve the desire of the husband first until it is finished. Then he'll tell her to go home.

As if he wanted time to stop spinning, Maryam felt a comfort that was very tight chest. He did not want this romance to end quickly, did not want Akhri to go home to Nia.

Until a few minutes passed, Akhri gave a kiss on the forehead of the wife. When it comes to the peak of enjoyment in their relationship.

"Don't you?"

"Yes?" Gentle stroking, hair on the forehead of Maryam.

"Honestly, Nia actually called me."

Akhri's forehead is wrinkled. "Nia, phone?"

"Yes, he said Hussein fussed on and on."

"Astagfirullah al'azim." Bang Akhri sat down. Nia is really not out of her mind. I intentionally turned off my phone. He called Maryam. (Akhris)

"That's why Merr, ask Brother to go straight to Nia's house after this. Worried that Husein was sick," he said very hard.

Akhri looked back, seeing the wife still stuck with her position. Put it on the bed. With the body covered in a blanket.

"But your time has to leave you? We just met."

Mary smiled wryly. "No papa, Husein needs the presence of his Abinya."

Akhri rubbed his face, he felt confused. On the other hand, he was worried about Hussein. But on the other hand, he did not have the heart to leave Maryam who he had just been gauli.

Maryam, go grabbing the towel that was lying on the floor. And then hand it over to the end.

"Bag a shower again. After that, just got home. The rain is starting to stop."

Slowly the hand grabbed him, Akhri stared softly.

"You how? Brother's time immediately leave you."

"No papa, hunt the bath there. Kasian loh Nia's. Must have been waiting for Old Brother."

"O Allah, Dik– in what way did you atone for all the wounds that you are sure to endure at this time?"

Maryam chuckles tight.

"Which by the way anyway, sana– take a shower."

Akhri slowly got off the bed, then covered the waist area to the knees with his towel, after which he walked to the bathroom.

Maryam who returned limp, slowly grabbed the towel pajamas to cover her body.

Swiping his tears occasionally, while strengthening the rope on his waist.

Sitting looking at the rain that had started to subside outside.

Know thyself Maryam... Be a self-knowing woman, do not be selfish. –wipe her tears gently, again.

How long did he accept all this? Until when did this injustice he felt. Maryam let out a long sigh, then exhaled her a little harshly. Furious at Nia, furious at Akhri, but even more furious at himself who was stupid and willing to give up.