Mother's Choice Husband

Mother's Choice Husband 8

Now I'm ready to go shopping, just buy some soap. I walked by the side of that road. A lot of people lined up at the checkout. This shop must be cheap. I rushed in too. Take shopping and queue at the cashier. I'm the last person the cashier will serve. When raising the cashier's table basket, I was shocked by the cashier's mas.

I knew him! I always miss him. Three years more I faithfully waited for him.

He was the one I longed for his arrival. He is the one who promises me wonderful hope. And I was the one who faithfully waited for him for these three years.

Brams!

I shut my mouth.

" Nai!" Call her.

I ran not to pay for groceries. The things I've picked up I just left at the cashier's desk.

I can't believe he's after me. We are the center of attention of people. He managed to pull my hand.

I'm in a fight, trying to escape.

" A moment Nai," she asked, taking a breath.

I looked into his eyes. The eyes are the same as they were a few years ago. Those eyes are still shady.

" Nai, why did you choose to marry another man?" Said slowly. Fear of being heard by people around us.

" What do you care? Three years I waited for you, missed you, but you never sent me a piece of mail. Then what should I do?" Reply tight.

Ah, I just don't want to cry.

" Every month I send you a letter. I'm tucking in a little money so you and Mom don't work too hard."

I was surprised to hear his explanation. Even a piece of mail and a thousand rupiahs I never received. I explained it all with tears.

" You know Nai, I chose to skimp there so I could build this shop the way we dream. Do you remember our dreams?"

It reminds me of my dream first.

I'm shaking.

" It's all done, there's nothing we need to discuss. I'm married to my mother's choice. Find your own soul mate who's better than me." I'm lirih.

" Nai, you're married to Anto . He's not a good guy. How can I calm down?" Ask.

" A.k.a.k.m happy with her." My lies.

" Look me in the eye if you're really happy." Her request.

I threw my face away. I can look into those shady eyes.

" Hey, you brave son of a bitch hold onto my wife!" Unexpectedly, out of nowhere Anto was already holding the collar of Bram's shirt and gave one punch to his face.

I screamed in fear. And ask for help to those around us. Fights in the war by the people. Bram was taken into the shop.

While I pulled Anto home with great difficulty. We went home, Anto took the bike fast.

Would a man behave like this if he was jealous?

We got home. He pushed me in. I almost looked down at the table.

" Basic******, cheap!" Its meaning.

" What do you mean?"

He pulled my hand into this soundproof room. I was scared, my body was shaking. God help me... My love.

He swiftly picked up the belt hanging on the wall. Unforgivingly he beat me mercilessly.

Forgive me..... My screams.

I stopped calling myself Asma Allah.

After being satisfied with the belt, he bit my hand and stomach. Didn't forget to slap me. Then he asked me to have a husband and wife relationship. In helplessness he gave up his lustful desires.

God, I can't afford to moan.

When he finished, he put on his clothes.

" That's the penalty for***** like you. Don't try playing with fire. Understand!" He said while gripping my face.

He exited the room, the door was in the lock from the outside.

I huddled in my room, this room bearing witness to my suffering. My marriage was only one month old, but my pain was like a lifetime.

Just because he meets an ex-girlfriend he can be like a hungry lion. Wild and brutal.

Damn my fate!

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Until the night I was still in this room. The clock on the wall was set eleven nights. My stomach feels rumbling. Hungry up!

The man did not seem to have come home yet. I have to wait until morning to get out of the room.

Do I have to run away. I was limping around looking for a window. This room has no wind hole.

This is the answer to his failure in the household twice.

I haven't slept even though it's two in the morning. My eyes refused to close.

Kriek!

The door of this room is open. Two faces emerged from behind the door.

Anto with beautiful and sexy women. Without a word he left me and entered our room with the woman. All I know is the door to the room in the lock from the inside.

What are they gonna do? My mind is storming itself. I am trained to walk in the kitchen. I'm looking for noodles to prop my stomach up tonight.

I enjoy my food. Suddenly I heard a cry for help from inside my room. It was like hitting the door trying to get out.

I ate the rest of my noodles while crying.

Not only am I hurt, but that woman.

I was still staring at the dining table.

Silent, is the woman helpless with my husband?

After an hour, my husband came out. He approached me.

" Sup him. If you're aware give this money." His orders while thrusting a brown envelope at the table.

It passes with pride. The sound of the motor was heard leaving the house.

Until now I don't know where he's going, for whom, the secret is his life.

I walked into the room. The woman curled up rough without a thread sticking to her body. Full of wounds. He was crying as much as he could. I sat next to him.

I don't know why I have such compassion in my heart to see this woman. I was looking for a cure that Ram had given me when I first felt my husband's cruelty.

The pill bottle is still full. I took one fruit and a glass of water. He had refused to drink, probably afraid that I might poison him.

I said if he took medicine then his whole body would not hurt. He finally accepted it. Thank goodness!

" What's your name?" I tried to get along with him even though a few hours ago he had been making out with my husband.

" Your." Answer's short. He tried to wear his clothes carefully because he endured the pain.

" Why do you want to sleep with my husband?" I want to know the reason for this woman.

" I need the money, and he's taking my request. He your husband?" Ask back.

I pondered, is it because our money is willing to be hurt by a man like Anto?

"Sister!"

I jerked. Ah, I was daydreaming.

" What are you asking?" I refocused on chatting with Wulan the woman of the night.

" He's your husband?" He repeated the question.

" yes. Wh why? You likey?" I wonder if I saw this girl.

" Are you not afraid to stay with him? He's not fit to be called a husband, he's better suited to be called a monster." The cerocos.

I smiled and agreed with his opinion. My husband is better suited to being called a monster.

" I want to go home, it looks like the motorcycle is coming soon. I'm afraid if the monster comes home he'll go crazy again." He got up and took the bag and the brown anplop out of my hand.

I drove him forward. Before he left, he ordered me to carefully live with the monster. My life could be threatened.

I'm scratching, traumatized once he faced my husband.

I went in and closed the front door. It's five in the morning. I take a shower and want to complain to the Creator who owns me completely.