Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 44

“How is this? Seems like their relationship is in big trouble,” Aldi shook his head as Khayru and Maula rushed out of the room.

Ting!

The elevator door they were riding on, opened on the ground floor. Maula rushed out. However, Khayru pulled her hand and pushed back one of the buttons on the right until the elevator door closed again.

“Let me take a taxi only.” Maula tried to let go of his hand, but Khayru's grip tightened.

The elevator door opened again on the basement floor (basement), where Khayru parked her car. Maula's cold attitude, making Khayru uncomfortable. He was at a loss to explain what it was because Maula insisted that she was not angry. However, it seems like Maula's body language isn't smart enough to lie.

“You angry?” Khayru glanced at the glance on the driving lap.

“No, Bang,” he replied while still looking out.

The car stopped in the yard. Maula doesn't even want to wait for her husband. He came out and ran into the room. When Khayru tried to enter, the door was locked.

You're upset. Why didn't you tell me you were angry? Khayru was still standing in front of the door before finally returning to her room.

I'm not mad. I can understand if you can't love me, but it's hard for me to forgive if you're showing off the flaws I have in others. It hurt my feelings a lot. Maula was still leaning on the door of her room. He could hear the sound of Khayru's shoes stopping there and turning around.

After finishing dinner, Maula was allowed to resign because of the many school PRs she had to complete tonight.

“Abang to help you with PR.” Khayru immediately stood up without finishing her meal. He did not want to miss any chance of being able to get close to Maula. But in the end, it always fails.

“No need, no need!” prevent Maula. He asked Khayru to sit back to finish her dinner. “I can do it myself, really. If there is a brother later even joking Mulu.” Maula reasoned.

Khayru only looked at the Maula who was getting more and more strange. Since then they have never slept in one room because Maula prefers to lock herself in the room on the grounds that she needs concentration. When Khayru came hugging and kissing her head, she would slowly try to break away and move away. In fact, he often ignored Khayru who was ready to take him and pick him up because he preferred to ask for a ride on Rere and Nikita. At home there is also Katia who he can ask for help if really needed rather than asking Khayru for help.

That afternoon Khayru stood at the door. He waited for Maula to come home before she evaded again.

“Dek, Brother there's something for you.” He remembered very well the thing that Maula wanted at this time, the thing that made Maula beg and seduce to get it.

“What is it, bang?” Maula looked up as she untied her shoelaces.

Khayru smiled as she pointed out a car key she had bought for Maula, but her expression remained flat. Far from his estimate.

“New car for you.”

“I'm no longer a birthday, am I today?” Maula frowned.

“Whatever you want, you don't have to wait for your birthday to give it,” he said as he approached.

“Oh .. Yes already, thanks, Bang. I'm in first yeah.” Maula is not interested in anything at the moment.

“The car is outside, you know. You don't want to see him first? Later all Brother Ajarin you drive!” khayru exclaimed as Maula began to step up.

“Other times, Bang. I'd rather have Rere's car than have to tape-cape the drive myself. Sorry, yes, Bang.”

Again, Khayru failed. Effortless. Until one day there was a quarrel in front of their room that quite seized the attention of the entire house. Khayru, who could not stand the change in Maula's attitude, continued to plead for Maula to say whatever had disturbed her mind all this time. It was better than him having to be cold to her.

“Abang don't worry, because I'm quite an adult now. If there's a problem, I'll tell Brother first than anyone else. A wife is not a dress for her husband and vice versa. Must be able to cover each other's disgrace each other.” Maula stared with eyes that were getting wet. However, he kept trying not to drop his tears.

“What are you talking about? Which aib?!”

“I won't tell anyone if your feelings aren't really for me but for Aunt Risa.”

Khayru immediately hugged the small body that was staring at her. “What have you been thinking all this time?” Khayru never knew if that night, Maula heard and saw the scene of Risa embracing her.

“Not talk anymore. All of that is not true.”

“We can split up before Aunt Risa gets married to Om Aldi. You can pursue your true love before it's too late. And I can live like any other kid my age. I'm not forced to grow old before my time anymore.”

“You .. the longer the conversation, the more difficult, Dek.”

“I don't ngawur. This is my true desire before deciding to follow Papa.”'s will

“Then you want to cheat our Papa mandate?”

“I guess, Papa just wants to see me live better regardless of there and the absence of Brother by my side.” Maula looked back with a smile.

“I promise and I will prove if I can live better. Being a smart kid, not angry anymore, sympathy for the people around me. Even without Brother.”

Khayru let go of her embrace slowly, while looking at Maula deeply. He did not expect that the girl would say something like this even though he had imagined it when he delivered Mr. Zul's message on Maula's birthday.

*How can his eyes sparkle and be so sure you want to part*?

“Abang doesn't want to hear anything. Go to your room.”

Maula still wants to say something. However, the snarl as the corner of his eye caught the shadow of some people who were eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Come in!” Khayru repeated her orders. Until Maula actually entered while looking down. Khayru did the same after reprimanding some of the ARTs still standing caught signs of discord between Khayru and Maula.

“You too! Why are you still standing there? Return to their respective places.” Instantly they dispersed and Khayru was able to enter her room. He just stood up and sat at the end of the bed thinking very hard. Then stand up again while squeezing the hair. Step over to the window and sit down again. So next.

“What's really on the child's mind. Why can talk so messed up?” Khayru rubbed her face violently.

That morning, they got ready in their rooms. While stepping towards the door, he reached into the phone that rang in his pocket.

“Daddy ... Assalamualaikum, Dad.” Khayru seemed happy to hear her father's voice behind the phone.

“Waalaikum greetings, Son. Where have you been? Until forgot your father.”

“Pardon your son, Dad, haven't had time to go back there?”

“Then, when can you go home?”

“Iru can't leave Maula at this time, Father.”

“Do you not want to introduce him to dad? Take him to see dad occasionally.”

“She's still busy preparing for school exams, Dad.”

“Then, find the right time.”

“Good, Dad. Iru will find the right time to go home to Morocco,” he said while opening the room door. A few steps from the door, Maula had just walked out of her room. She paused for a moment when she heard the last words her husband said. Like smelling the smells of farewell because Khayru has a father who also cannot be ignored.

Maula turned her body and then asked. “Abang to go home to Morocco?”

“For a few days only. But if you mind, Brother will postpone it.”

“To meet parents, why delay? Go whenever you want. Next time don't ask for my permission.”

To Be Continue ....

For all my dear readers. From the deepest heart, I wish you a happy Eid 1 Syawal 1442 Hijri. Sorry born and inner 🙏

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