Love Shielded Risue

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Akhri's days now seem to be filled with turmoil, he became more quiet even as he did not get excited about his wife.

The question in Nia's mind, about what really happened to her husband. Indeed, he was not as happy as before the divorce with Maryam. But it is very outrageous for Nia if she still thinks about her ex-wife. It was so painful that he felt. I want to feel rebellious but, if discussed, he will not respond.

This afternoon Akhri had just returned home and went straight into the room without reprimanding. Obviously, it made Nia sultry because there was no wind and no rain tofu in cuekin for almost a week.

"Bang–"

"Yes, Sister?" Akhri took off the bag that hung on his shoulder.

"Why again? Suddenly cuekin Nia?" The question is poetic. He can no longer remain silent, constantly considered like an invisible creature.

"why what? Just tired, Nia," she replied without turning her head, as she grabbed a towel.

"lik! Brother is upset again? Thought who? She huh? Ex-brother?!" His pedicab.

"What the hell is it, you?" Akhri did not want to respond, he just opened the bathroom door was about to enter. But Nia's indignation made him go ahead and put the body in front.

"really, right? Are you upset again because of Him? I'll see Cece again!!"

Akhri sighed. "When I didn't see him."

"If you don't meet, why bother? Why Nia nyuekin? Brother is gini, if again inget the woman was always Nia who became the silent victim Brother! realize not, Brother nyakitin Nia! For years Nia survived in giniin. My brother hasn't changed!"

"Astagfirullah al'azim's. Nia, yes! Brother tired, Brother wants to take a bath to rest, also daar again magrib. So don't bring the brother into the debate." Akhri still controls his emotions. He said he was held so as not to be high. I don't know with Nia she's getting impatient.

"Don't ever love Nia."

Akhri scratched his head violently, again He spoke with tears.

"Who is not dear? if you do not love you, it is impossible that you still survive with you until now."

"But, you're still like this. Why the hell do you still think of him. That brother Ustadz, should know sin! Think he's HARAM for Brother!"

"Him? Oh Allah... Nia Abang males if it's this way..."

"Sama Bang! I'm also lazy because you always think that it's not obligatory for you to think about Him."

"Shut up, right? That brother couldn't stop, because what Nia said was true. Brother is upset because he thinks the barren woman who can not love his brother child, right?"

BRAAAAKKK!

Akhri kicked the bathroom door. Making Nia surprised is not a bitch. His feet suddenly tremble.

"Abang ever said, right? Don't lure his wrath Brother with that remark. You forgot, yeah!"

Nia's tears are getting louder. "So my brother continues like this! Brother not sa–"

Akhri accuses himself, making Nia silenced. Her husband was never angry. But being angry is scary. His sharp gaze made Nia unable to lift her head.

"You want to make Brother really do not love you... YES, NIA!!"

"Bang, Nia just wants to be cherished as a wife." His issue.

"appreciated? You appreciate your brother, no!"

"Yes... Nia always tries to appreciate Brother, understand the condition of Brother, but Brother is still always like this, how does Nia want to respect?"

"What has your lack of love been all this time?? I'm trying, Nia."

"But unfortunately Brother to Nia is not rich unfortunately Brother to Cece! Who hasn't been hurt for years like this" he replied, not to lose.

"How do you want it? Are you tired of it, brother? Couldn't Nerima Abang? Say it!!" Akhri is getting up, because Nia always answers his words.

Geck... Geck... The sound of knocking on the door made Akhri sigh. His lips murmured istighfar. While Nia instantly wiped away her tears, she walked towards the door of the room opening it.

While Akhri directly entered the bathroom while slamming the bathroom door.

Nia who heard that was aghast, her tears were getting louder. Marrying Akhri does not make him happy. Akhri is good and loving, but the lack of it is on him who still can not move on from the past makes himself often a victim of his gala. He already understood, what he did earlier must have increased the time Akhri lived in it.

Outside were children about to enter, his lips smiling bitterly. Carrying the youngest with tears that flow back. Nia took her three children to their room.