Love Stifled By Destiny's

Anxiety of the heart in the husband. Season 2

From just now just be quiet with an unpleasant and comfortable feeling. Repeatedly doing homework is not focused. There's something that feels so bad.

"What's this about? Why did I feel bad like this?" the confused heart.

The hands were already busy cleaning up some of the items that were dirty from the dust.

"Ffhuuuyh .. huff," Many times the breath has blown some things to make it more kinclong again.

"Amel?" Mother's voice calls.

"Yes, Mom. What's up?" yell answered.

"Please help Mom for a moment" he said, making a loud noise from the kitchen.

"Yes, Mom. A moment."

Tools to clean up immediately I put and now trying to step over to Mother-in-law.

Braaak .. krontang, accidentally my wedding photo with Alex has fallen on the floor.

"Astagfirullah, why can't I be careful, anyway!" Regret for being shocked.

"Heeh, so messy like this, 'yeah!" my lament.

The broken glass was scattered everywhere, so I was now sitting crouching in order to clean it up.

"Let'soo!" I was shocked when my hands were sliced by the broken glass.

"Astagfirullah, what is this, Amel?" asked Mother who had approached me, grasping tightly the injured finger.

"No idea, Mom."

"Cock, can't tell. The pieces are a mess like this."

"So the intention of the heart wanted to immediately fulfill Mother's call, but accidentally had nudged this framed photo" I explained.

"Yes, just let this scatter first. Just treat your wounds, fearing that it will be too late for infection. Just let me clean up," tell him.

"But, Mom."

"Here, it's okay."

"Look! His blood went out and on" pointed him at the hand, which kept dripping fresh red blood.

"Yes, Mom. All right then. Thank you." Thank you."

"Emm, you're welcome."

It felt like the wound was already sore, probably because the incision was too deep. My mother just left without helping, because she wanted to go to the room to take some medicine.

"Astagfirullah, what is this? Why after dropping the photo my feelings are not even funny and become? Did something happen to my husband?" murmuring the heart is increasingly agitated when finished wrapping the fingers with plaster.

"Eem, I'm just trying to get in touch with him. The word was gone this morning, but why is it this afternoon there is still no sign of him coming," he added wondering.

Tut .. tut, the device tries to connect the call. But after a few seconds, the husband did not lift it.

"What might still be on the way, so Alex couldn't pick it up yet."

Tut .. tut, again the call was not raised.

"Let's go, pick up .. pick up your phone, let your wife calm down."

Strangely connected, but no answer at all.

"Is my feeling right, if something is going on with you, Mom!" Anxiety of the heart that continues to be busy fiddling with the device, to turn around by sending messages only.

[Mas, you're okay, right?]

[Why hasn't your phone been picked up?]

[Let's take it up for a minute, I'm really worried about you right now]

Three messages have been sent, but no reply.

"Well, just get it right. At most Alex was busy driving this, "the murmur tried to calm himself.

Because you do not want to be disturbed by anxiety, then try to busy yourself to help you cook in the kitchen.

Several hours later>>>

The reddish color in the clouds increasingly seems to want to wipe the day. Ayampun has started to enter sometimes, but different from me who is still faithful waiting for the arrival of my husband in front of the door.

Acute anxiety made me repeatedly have to walk back and forth. The face continued to pout a peek for a while, as the sound of someone else's car engine drove in front of the house.

"Huuuf, again ... again it's not Alex's car?" Patience is waiting.

"You're good to wait inside, son!" mother's orders came near.

"Yes, Mom. Just for a second."

"But this wants magrib, it's not good to wait outside."

"Amel, very worried about the situation Alex, Mom. Why hasn't he arrived this morning either. Though the trip only takes six, but why not get home?" clearly the words are still worried.

"Yes knows. Pray that it is okay. Maybe Alex came late, because there was an obstacle in the middle of the road," said Mother trying to calm down.

"Amen. I hope so, Mom."

"Then let's go in. Not good here continue," he asked.

"Yes, Mom."

Although heavy heart, but still follow the orders of Mother-in-law. Even though it's already inside the house the taste can not be lost as well. Repeatedly the legs continue to go back and forth left right to be able to win themselves, but all that is useless before seeing the body of the husband comes.

"Oh my God, save my husband. Protect her if anything happens to her now. Avoid all dangers, lest anything untoward happen," the bemoaned heart continues to pray.

"Quiet ... Calm down, Amel. Your husband's just late to come home. Nothing will happen to him. Amin, robbal alamin."

The hand is busy covering the mouth that is constantly yawning. It feels sleepy to start attacking, when the clock has shown the number nine.

"Hold .. hold, Amel. Your husband hasn't come home yet, don't let you fall asleep. Do not let you forget that today you will meet your husband," The heart is always a fuss.

Eyes feel heavy, to the point that to support the head alone is not strong anymore. The ends due to not being able to stand being forced to sleep on the living room sofa. The body began to curl up to embrace its own body, due to the wind that blows strongly against the skin.