My Hijab Wife

part 6's

*22 years to**then*

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"you can work!" snapped aska was upset when she saw the useless woman, according to her

"sorry mm mas I do not see it" replied the beautiful woman who aska snapped earlier because she did not pedal nudging tea aksa

"sorry sorry!, what happens when you accidentally kill someone you'll say "excuse me sir I'm not peddling" and they'll forgive you, huh!" continue aska with a reddened face not because of shame but anger

"i really did not accidentally, I'm sorry, I will make another" continued cia with a nervous face scared like the events that have been

"really?, you really did not accidentally" asked ask ask in a soft but very gripping tone

"i.iya" replied cia stiffly, and a second later aska got up from the table when and..

PLACARDS.....

one hard slap landed on the cheek of the cia, making the body bounce back as a result of not being able to compensate the blow of the husband, aska.

"ohh... I'm sorry my wife, I accidentally" aska crouched down and said softly as she stroked the wife's face but with a look of contemptuous eyes

then rise up and pass from there without any pity for what has happened to the wife

cia who was already weak helpless could only cry lamenting her fate, whether lucky or bungtung could marry a man like aska.

if it's a matter of money, position, maybe the woman who married him will be lucky, although he was never given monthly money as long as they were married

but if the problem of love, love, and nature, they will feel they will never feel lucky because aska is a cruel man with a heart

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about six months ago a man came to one of the leading pesantren in his city, intending to propose one of the santri there to be made his wife.

the man with the tall atlis body stares at the cynical pesantren.

"just disguise behind a wide shirt and hijab" that's what you're thinking about them, as if they're the same as ja**g and****g out there. the difference is just clothes

"i hope you can take care of her, take care of her, and love her, prisilia khumaira. khumaira is a tough child, her parents are long gone and I take care of her like my own child. I hope the master as his new home, his new shoulder, and the husband he can look after and advise him when he's wrong.pronounce the proper word, don't use the hand"

"if you don't want him to come back to me in a good way and in a good way, like I gave him in a good condition and a good way" said ustad azis the owner of the pesantren shortly after dika askara pratama and prisilia khumaira officially married

"i will do my best" answered a brief but confident ask

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and since the last 6 months of life cia changed drastically. prisilia khumaira who used to be called khumaira is now a cia

"khumaira is only for your call in pesantren, sholeh women, hijab, kind, good at religious sciences. it's only for people who think you are so"

"but to me you're nothing more than a ja***g, lady mura**, double-faced, fucking lady and all the other bad things are on you, cia. yes it is very suitable for you. cia cheap women with two faces" said aska six months ago when they arrived at the residence aska.

"my hijab wife" whispered aska to the cia

"your suffering will soon begin, take good care of yourself, do not die easily"

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cia who was sitting limp on the floor shed tears, again and again.I don't know what was wrong in the past on the husband so that it makes him so miserable at this time.

"please be strong, your servant, O Allah" said Cia in between her tears

cia rose from her seat to the room she occupied with her husband, even though the household was not good they still live in the house, room and bed.

and did her duty as a wife, to fulfill the rights of the husband.although alex rarely went home, and spent much time outside.