My husband is not for me

Chapter 05 The Hope of a Wife.

"Yes, God is waiting for my heart to hurt, when my husband's own mouth mentions another woman's name, in his subconscious. Why?, Why God?" Why does it hurt so much," muttered Maira looking at her sleeping husband as she continued to deliriate her name.

"It hurts, it hurts a lot" he said, again holding his chest tight and painful.

"Anya, Anya don't. Please don't do that. I-I beg you not, Anya," said Arhand as he continued to shake his head.

"Anyaaaaa," cried Arhand awake.

Maira approached and rubbed her husband's shoulder to calm him down. "Mas, Mommy. You're not what?" ask when her husband is calm.

Arhand turned his head, and immediately stared intently at his wife. What are you doing here?" asked Arhand coldly.

Maira immediately lowered her head, squeezing her fingers, making no sound at all, for fear of making her husband back provoked by his emotions.

"Down from my bed" said Arhand again in an unchanging, cold tone.

"I'm sorry, Mas" said Maira timidly, then immediately got off the bed.

Maira returns to the sofa, where it becomes her bed after her marriage to her husband, Arhand.

Arhand got out of bed and walked to one of the shelves, which contained various brands of liquor. Arhand took a bottle of salag and put it in a glass.

Maira who wants to go back to sleep, does not so when she sees her husband will drink in the middle of the night. She got up and walked towards Arhand, and held her husband's hand while drinking the drink. "Mas, no."

Arhand stared intently at his wife. "Put your hands away" he said coldly, and full of emotion.

Maira ignored him and wanted to take the glass out of her husband's hand, but Arhand squeezed the glass firmly, there was such a deep anger in his grip.

"I said put your hands away" said Arhand full of anger.

"Oh, auh, Mas. Sick," Maira groaned as her hand was twisted backwards by Arhand.

Arhand coldly spoke near Maira's ear. "Listen to me carefully, don't you ever take it for granted, and disrupt my life, you know!" he pushed his wife forward.

Maira bounced towards the sofa. Maira cried and held her left elbow that had hit in the corner of the table.

"Ck. What a crybaby woman," said Arhand looking coldly at his wife who moaned into pain, he did not care at all about the wound on his wife's hand.

Maira cried, she became fragile seeing her husband did not care about her at all, even though she was injured though. "Hiks, hiks, hiks ...."

"Stop crying. You're making me dizzy," circus Arhand and drink up.

Maira pursed her lips, so that the sound of crying did not come out and made her husband even more angry with her. "Hiks, hiks, hiks ...."

Maira, crying with her arms around her, grew even more sick when she heard her husband unceasingly mention the name of another woman. Anya.

"Well, I miss you, I love you, I love you, do you also miss me, love me, and love me?" racau Arhand who increasingly makes Maira bite the edge of his blanket even occasionally he bit his hand so that the sound of his crying is not heard.

"Yes, I know you must feel that way too, don't you?"

"Hahahaha, you're very beautiful, kind, and charming. You are my love."

Arhand continued to fumble, while his wife's heart, tired of the pain, fell asleep with deep wounds. Once said once drink up.

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The moon sank, and dawn appeared. A beautiful woman is trying to open a child who is her son.

"Darling, let's get up. Later you are late, come to school," said Clarisa woke up her only son with full patience.

Clarisa shakes her head to see the son is very difficult to wake up. "5 minutes continue, so when to wake up dear. Come on later to meet again with Aunty Beautiful," said Clarisa hoping her son can wake up when she heard the name Aunty Beautiful.

And sure enough, Rian opened his eyes wide. "See you Aunty Beautiful?"

"Yes, you know that if we are diligent in waking up we will meet the same people we want," said Clarisa from whom important son wants to wake up first, after all he is still a child.

"Will, Ma?" asked Rian again enthusiastically.

"Wait a minute, so now let's take a bath, and we go to school" Clarisa said.

"Take a hold," said the spoiled Rian extending both his hands upwards.

Clarisa shook her head and smiled, she approached her son back and held him. "Oh my God, Mama's son turned out to be big," said Clarisa when she had a little difficult to hold her son.

Rian is just a cengegesan. "Heithhe."

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"Mas, mas," called Maira trying to wake her husband, who was hugging her tightly.

Well, last night after being satisfied drinking Arhand walked want to go back to his bed but yell to the sofa and in the end he slept by hugging Maira.

"Huem," replied Arhand with a tightened embrace.

Maira's chest immediately beat faster, but she quickly controlled her heart, and reawakened her husband, because she had to get up and prepare to wear and eat suamin, even though she had never eaten.

"Mas, Mas, let's get up" said Maira with a slight gaudy arm of Arhand.

"Hub. Don't bother me" said Arhand a little annoyed.

"I'm sorry" Maira said, fearing that she would make her husband angry again.

Arhand opened his eyes when he heard his wife's apology. "What are you doing here, huh?" sarcas Arhand immediately woke up.

Maira lowered her head, while Arhand held her head that felt dizzy.

"Oh, my head hurts a lot" he said.

Maira who heard her husband's moans, immediately woke up. "Mas, is it okay?" maira asked holding her husband's head.

"Before a while, Mas, I'll take some orange juice first," said Maira terun from the sofa and walked out of the room.

Arhand held his head that felt dizzy. "Oh, ****. What the hell am I doing?" as he recalled what happened last night.

Before long the door of the room opened. Maira walked towards the sofa with in her hands a glass of orange juice.

"This is Mas, drink first," said Maira gave the glass.

Arhand took the glass, and drank it. Maira stood beside him looking at her husband.

"The events of yesterday were a mistake so never think too much, and expect the impossible. Because it will not happen, except to the extent of it," said Arhand flat and go from there.

While Maira's tears again poured out soaking her smooth cheeks.

"Wrong if, as a wife, I expect an inner lust from you, Mommy?" she said to herself, she was holding her chest that hurt.

"O Allah, please strengthen your servant's heart, and stretch out the breast of the servant's husband to give his love to me even if it is only as small as a zahra seed" he again pleaded with the power.