My Hijab Wife
part 7's
10 Hours: 30
this afternoon cia intend to go to the husband's office to deliver lunch, he always cooks himself, and takes care of his own home.
he looked at himself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.See many bluish red markings all over his growing.
"if you love me, maybe I'll be so happy to have this all over my body" she smiled bitterly
about 30 minutes later she came out of the bathroom wearing the best clothes she had, and a little dress up.
cia uses a white robe shirt and a lilac-colored rectangular hijab. A combination that is very good for white skin belonging to cia
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cia walks into the husband's office after getting off a private car in his house, and is clearly with a driver.
people think that aska is a very good husband and attention to the wife because she has everything, luxury goods, and everything that mingles with treasure and money. but they never saw the other side of dika askara pratama.
cia admitted she never had trouble about money, but all she needed was love from her husband. Money can be found together, together, but the struggle of love to get affection cannot be done alone.
free anyway cia struggle, if the ask is not. the end result will remain zonk
while carrying a lunch box cia walked gracefully into the office.not to forget the adoring gaze of the employees.not least the female career.
"good afternoon, miss pricilia"
"good afternoon, madam"
"ahh madam cia so beautiful, may I hug mya"
"anxiety, I want to pinch her cheek"
"look at that smile so sweet"
"let's just say I'm your husband"
"good afternoon all, do not forget to take care of your health" replied cia while smiling at all employees there
"excuse me madam wants to see lord ask" asked a man who was none other than the assistant aska
"yes, what mas aska is in his room" replied cia although a little nervous
"mister Aska just had a meeting madam, it might be a long time" said the assistant unpleasantly when he saw the boss's wife's moody face
"what if the madam waits in the master's room only" the assistant bargained
"is that okay?" cia's not good
"no madam, come!" bring the assistant
*****
in the other half of the world, two middle-aged men were staring at each other. One was staring in the shade and guilt the other was staring with a look of hate and anger
"pardon me" said the man with a shady look
"why should I?" suhut her one man
"why should I count all the things you do?" continue on again
"you know, I've been suffering so much!"
"if you want to lose, don't make me lose!"
"gw is broken, I'm not happy, I suffer, I have a lot of free money if I don't have any!"
"he went away with all these flavors!" the outpouring of the middle-aged man's heart sounded heartbreaking
"forgive me" only that word sounded in the ears of the man with that hateful look
"what's sorry is it all going to be over" the man asked
"you are married and have a beautiful daughter, forget your past and live in the present.Try to love your own wife ray, do not be late.create with destiny" counsel the man with guilt
"can you make peace with fate, have you forgotten what happened, whether you start all over?" ray asked in a mocking tone
"her answer is "no" and maybe never" she continued again and then got up from her seat
"what do you want ray?" ask the man in despair
"i want to make you feel the loss I feel" she replied with a slight look
"you want to eliminate what from me Ray, haven't you had enough of my suffering all this time?" her question with a trembling voice recalled the dark memories of her life
****
here another look aska entered his room right at 01:47. looks tired face belonging aska entered his room.
a moment until his in the aska saw the woman he hated was sleeping on the sofa of his work room with a sitting position and did not forget the supply box on the front desk of the sofa
with wide steps aska walked towards the sofa, in his hand pull the wife with rough.
"you're good at sleeping here huh!" snapping the ink with a high tone, making the eyes open wide
"i just want to drop off lunch" said cia slowly as she grimaced with the pain in her wrist
"why pretentious you lady**ran, I have money to buy my own food!" assertively aska
"mas freelin first.. very sick" ringis cia trying to release his hand in the hand of the aska.
"cih.." decih aska while pressing firmly cia's hand.
"sick hah.." asked her to cia who was harried by the person asked.
"ish.. loose mas.. sick.." pinta cia again.
aska's hand rose up her neck and squashed cia's neck hard.
"from tomorrow never come here again, this is just a little warning to you" firmly el released his cia and walked towards his oversized bed, the limp cia instantly sagging to the floor.
shortly afterwards cia rose from her seat in a hurry to take her bag and go up the lunch that was brought her.
cia was unconscious and forgot to take her phone that was placed next to the lunchbox due to pain and fear.
****
around 02:30 asca rose from his sitting due to the pain in his stomach that has not been filled.
he stared at the sofa looking at the bag tattoo that was carried by his wife.with a definite step aska walked towards the sofa nyan meekihat bag tattoo it.
then his vision shifted to the cellphone with an apple bite behind it. Alex took it and turned it on, he said, on the first screen there is a picture of their wedding there smiling and looking very happy but not for the aska who just smiled thinly
his heart rippled a little at the sight, but then immediately on the edge.aska opened the album application and saw a lot of words there.
... ...
...*struggle never betrays results....
but if you still don't succeed.
...Don't give up until God says...
..."come home, at least you've been trying to succeed"...
...~...
...I'm not giving up...
...But when I give up, believe me I'm really tired...
...~...
...you are a good man...
...And I think you just need a shoulder to lean on, and a body to give you a hug. I can give it to you but you don't ask me for it...
...~suami...
...I've never felt valuable...
...But when you came I pulled my word, and I hope you can make me feel expensive and precious to you too...
...~...
...I will keep trying to be your umbrella until your rain comes. But if I may ask I do not want the rain to stop so that I can always be your umbrella. ...
...although you don't need this umbrella yet*...
...~...
aska read one word at a time as if it was written for her, I don't know what she feels at this time, but her heart feels bad
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happy reading
sorry so much typo
