Mr. Slovenly And Mrs. Perfectionist.

Chapters. 59. Whose son?.

For a week Harfei did not say a word to Hazal. The man went home just to change clothes, then left again, and so on. Hazal did not want to ask or he would go back to swallow the disappointment pill until the wound he was trying to treat would gap back until it bled.

Hazal lets Harfei live with his feelings. Even until this moment the woman has not also told about her pregnancy.

"Okay baby, from now on we will fight together. Once again, you can't fulfill your promise to introduce you to papa. Now it's time to drink milk first. Healthy-healthy, son, mama wait for your presence as a solace drug". Hazal stroked his flat stomach, as if he could feel the presence of a child who had not even known his gender.

Hazal went to a minimarket not far from home. The woman chose to walk. For 15 minutes Hazal arrived at the minimarket painted yellow.

Hazal buy milk specifically pregnant women as much as 3 dus measuring 900 grams. The woman was queuing at the cashier with a mother she did not know.

"You're pregnant young, Mom?. Well congratulations, huh?". Say that to Hazal.

"Thank you". Reply Hazal with a sincere smile.

"Make sure your husband is very happy".

That simple sentence made Hazal's heart rustle. His eyes began to glaze over, but as much as possible he held back that the tears that for several days have always been faithful to flow through his smooth cheeks did not appear.

Hazal blinked her eyes to neutralize her hurt feelings.

"Of course my husband is very happy". Hazal said in a soft voice.

After paying at the cashier, Hazal left the minimarket feeling upset. He recalled Harfei who had not yet spoken to him.

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After Hazal returned from the minimarket, he immediately drank a glass of milk that he bought earlier until it was not left. Hazal wiped his wet lips, and smiled as if satisfied with the milk he was drinking.

"Darling, mama has given you nutrition. Fine yeah. Thank you for being here to be

friends mama".

Hazal stroked her flat stomach while smiling happily. But the happiness was instantly lost when Harfei's question again incised a wound. Not yet healed Hazal's heart wound, the man again gave her a very deep sorrow.

"Whose son is that?!".

DUARR... DUARR...

PRANGS...

The glass Hazal was holding fell and broke onto the floor. The woman turned to the man who was still her husband. He looked at Harfei with a look of longing, love, and disappointment. All the flavors combine into one until they become a whole unit.

"A-what do you mean, mas?". Hazal's voice was stuck in her throat.

Harfei smiled mockingly,

"Hm, you don't pretend to be stupid Hazal. I'm not a reading disability, I can see what milk you're drinking".

Harfei held onto Hazal's arm so tightly that it made her feel pain.

"Mas, you hurt me".

"Tell me, whose child is that?".

"He's my son, are you satisfied?".

Hazal smashes Harfei's hand with the remnants of his power. The woman's eyes were back in tears, too painful was the question posed by the man who was honored to understand until the wound that now began to dry gaping back.

"The kid with that jerk?".

"If you want to hear the real answer, then ask your conscience. If your heart is still sensitive to me, then you will not doubt whose child I am carrying".

That sentence was like a hard slap for Harfei, his heart felt pinched. To be honest the man seemed to be holding back an incredible sigh inside, yet he was trying to hold back.

"My conscience is gone with the betrayal you committed on me".

Hazal's tears went down her smooth cheeks. He clenched his hand until it was as pale as blood. The woman wiped her tears and then twisted her fragile body to face Harfei.

"Let's get divorced!".

DUARR.. DUARR... AJLEK...

Hazal's body drooped weakly, the woman fell on the floor and looked at Harfei's feet that were still standing upright as if they were strong and sturdy. His heart was broken, sick, wounded, and disappointed. Hazal's feelings are indescribable, she runs out of words to represent her sick feelings like a deadly disease.

PLAQUE...

A hard slap landed on Harfei's cheek. The man was holding his cheek which was painful. He saw his mother standing to his left. Yes, the middle-aged woman slapped Harfei after hearing his son drop a talaq on Hazal.

"That's a slap for the wound you gave Hazal".

PLAQUE...

"That's a slap to hurt mom's daughter-in-law".

PLAQUE...

"That's a slap to hurt a daughter of another parent".

PLAQUE...

"That's a slap from a woman who was willing to leave her parents just to devote herself to a stupid man like yourself".

PLAQUE...

"And it was a slap for a man who willingly betrayed the sacred promise of his marriage when Ijab Qobul".

Five loud slaps landed perfectly on Harfei's smooth cheeks, as smooth as Hazal's unbridled love.

"Are you aware of what you're saying?. Do you know what the word divorce means?. I never even taught you to hate your father who went somewhere. Then why do you have to hurt your wife who has always been faithful to accompany you until this moment?".

Hazal hasn't budged yet. He seemed to enjoy the wounds that were re-treated by the man he loved.

"Whatever you say, I won't change my decision. I'm still going to divorce Hazal".

Harfei leaves his mother and Hazal, who are still weakly drooping on the floor. While the mother stared in disbelief at the only son of her puppet. He felt disappointed, sick and hurt in the man he gave birth to 34 years ago.

Mother turned to Hazal who looked unmoved.

"Psaltery. Are you okay, baby?".

The eyes of the mother seemed to describe guilt, shame, and also love for her daughter-in-law.

"No ma'am. I don't want a divorce from Harfei. No, I'll never get divorced, no matter what. I will keep this marriage until the end of my life. No, it never will".

Hazal tried to strengthen his heart and soul which began to collapse to the bottom of the earth. He wiped his tears and then got up using the remnants of energy to go to the room.

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