Love Shielded Risue

big thing

That night, Nia had not slept. He just fell asleep with a sloping position while hugging the youngest. Her tears still flowed with her sadness.

He still does not expect, Akhri has an attitude that he thinks is not good as a scholar. Shouldn't He understand, the limits to understanding a sense of loss?

It's been running for even more than five years. Is Akhri really still unable to accept it completely? Nia wiped her tears. I was so tired that my eyes were crying alone. Because, after the quarrel, Akhri left the house without saying goodbye.

Nia grabbed her phone, then opened a social media account. Write a caption in the story by attaching a photo of a stacked hand. Yes, the hand of himself holding Akhri's hand.

[The years of marriage with a cleric were not only beautiful. When I came in, I might have been second. But my biggest regret. Why did I want to be second, just out of admiration.

While He who has earned his right is not even grateful, it is increasingly thinking about the woman who has been divorced for years because of a deficiency. Halal is still thinking about her ex-wife...?

He who is knowledgeable should understand better. And for the great writer on the rise, it seems lucky to still be in love with ex-husband.

Without consideration Nia directly posted her writing. A hot heart makes him not think clearly.

Nia did not realize, typing her thumb would bring a big problem after this. Followers on his account may not be as much as having a husband who has got a blue check mark. But he himself did not realize that in his account there are also many female followers who admire the study of Ustadz Akhri. And love the romance of both of them in every photo post.

Cklaaak. Nia still deliberately did not turn her head, she knew it must be her husband. Nia immediately turned off her phone and chose to close her eyes.

Sure enough, the man now walked up to him and sat on the side, near Nia's back.

"Sik, come out for a second, yuk. The kids are asleep, right?" Nia did not answer other than the roar of tears that were increasingly rushing over the cheeks. "They?"

Nia just moved and walked first leaving Akhri who was still sitting looking at her. After that, look for a moment at his son. On the bed there was only Alma, and Husnah the third son of Akhri while Hussein had his own room.

Akhri kissed the forehead and cheeks of his two children, then went out to meet his wife.

He who was closing the door of the room turned to look at the sofa, at the sight of Nia still as much as he pleased while wiping his eyes. He immediately approached and sat down next to her.

"They?"

"What do you want to say? Go straight, hiks... You want a divorce, Nia? Hiks.. si–please! Nia has resigned..."

Akhri simply looked at Nia without answering, letting her speak as she pleased.

"Nia knows...until anytime also will not be loved Brother like Abang loves Cece," he said not so clear because interspersed with tears.

"Nia's sober, Bang! Nia is the same She is more looking forward to Him. Now especially? Nia's fatter than him. Increasingly makes Abang can not nerima Nia. Unlike the One who is still beautiful and again, independent...! But, what's wrong if Nia wants you to move on from Him. Nia's desire isn't much, Bang! Nia wants to be loved by her brother. Nia wants to be in love, wants to feel appreciated by Nia's own husband. Let Nia be able to fully respect and serve Brother, without suffering inwardly. Nia knew, all this time maybe Nia was wrong with Cece. Nia also did not want to talk rich earlier, Nia was just a bunch of same brother! Pain Bang–"

Akhri immediately grabbed her body, hugging Nia who was increasingly becoming her cry.

"Abang wants to divorce Nia? Please... Nia can not be rich gini," he continued in the arms of Akhri.

"Abang will not divorce you. You know, you're wrong. You often disappoint you. But his silence is not because of kangen, but Abang again trying not to think about the past again."

"But it's been over five years! Is it so hard to forget him? After all, from that period of time, Brother has been in contact with Nia many times...has it not been able to erase the traces of Him in Brother's heart? That brother is outrageous!"

"Yes Nia, I'm sorry... Brother is wrong, you will try hard again to understand you. But Brother only asked for one, if you are tired again you do not provoke Brother's emotions. Wait for you to calm down, just talk. You got it, right?"

Nia nodded. It felt a little relieved, when the problem had already begun to subside. Though she was worried that her husband would inhabit her as before at the beginning of her divorce with Maryam.

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A little later tomorrow...

After the Akhri mosque was a little surprised, because suddenly many notifications came in.

He who was still sitting on the bed, opened his application. Apparently hundreds of people mention his name using their comments in one of the posts that he himself does not know what.

Soon he pressed one of them. Her eyes were wide open, reading the story on Kania's social media account.

"Astagfirullah al'azim, Nia!" Akhri bobbing head. He was really furious, could-be the wife opened the disgrace of the past of his household. He moved but before that he took up a serighfar before calling Nia into their room.

Nia who was still unaware rushed into the room, after Akhri called out to her with a tone high enough on the stairs. Even two domestic assistants to look at each other, only this time he heard a loud call from an Akhri for his wife.

"What's up, Bang? Why did you yell at him?" Nia was a little scared, but also confused. He thought last night the problem was over. But why is Akhri so angry this morning.

"What do you write? What do you do?!"

"Story?" Nia remembers, then turns up. "Yes Allah– it..."

Auraaaakkk!!

"Let's... Astagfirullah al'azim, Bang." Nia was surprised not to be a bitch. When Akhri suddenly slams his own phone in front of Nia until it is destroyed. "God, Bang. Nia apologized, Nia unintentionally... Nia is unconscious." should reach for the final hand, but soon on the edge.

"Yes Allah... Nia, how can you really open your disgrace on social media?" Akhri sighed, after trying to hold back his already eager anger. Eventually, his own phone was sacrificed. "It's not a problem you don't admit mistakes, let alone fear losing followers. But you know that there are households. Your brother's clothes and yours's brother's clothes? Why did you open it...!"

"Bang– Nia apologise. Nia was completely unintentional. It's all because last night Nia was all over again."

"Good! Because the kesel so halal so open disgrace husband himself?"

"Sorry Nia, Bang."

"Absolute sorry is easy! The problem is that Brother is a preacher, and this is writing you have entered the public. Wiry up! Hundreds of people tagged Brother to ask the truth...! Even Maryam's account was also attacked by their questions."

Yeah, I don't know why there are some people who start to associate with the story of the author. So that many opinions suddenly appear to match.

Nia herself seemed to be trembling, she could not believe it would be this fast as the post spread.

"Allahs... Nia, that Aib was at the simpen, had that problem at the Nia simpen, not disseminated. If it is not strong, it is the same Allah does not vent through status. This is worse, even open the disgrace of a partner on social media? Want to find human sympathy, so that it can be famous? You don't think it's a boomerang for yourself!!"

Nia still looked down unable to answer, her tears hardened. All this time he could resist not telling their past. But for some reason, the heat of the heart and mind made him unable to pour out his heart.

"More... Nia... what less is your protege! Can-can carry around said the author who again rose all leaves. It's a real wonder you're the same brother. It's too much for you to be a wife!"

"Bang, Nia's really sorry. Nia will delete Nia's post. And make an apology."

"Whatever! I am so disappointed in you." Akhri rushed out of the room, leaving Nia, who was still sitting on her bed, sobbing.