My husband's a real man

Better to Separate

My husband Tajir Man #37

By Sept

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POV Nur Azizah's

I thought happiness would come to our lives. After the storm left. Everyone even looked at me with envy. Three years have passed, our lives may look very happy. Some people may be jealous of me. Who is not envious? They said I was lucky. Has everything. A handsome, rich husband and a smart and worrisome child, essentially a happy family.

I can only smile wryly, after what happened this time. My lips may smile in people's eyes, but not with my heart. After Cua turned two years old, Mas Arya asked me to go back to college. Yes, our daughter's weather. Our first daughter, and will probably be our only and last daughter.

Cua Esa Pramudya, my only way daughter, became a witness where I always cried every night. Mas Arya became cold with me, a few months after the birth of Cua. Ah, how cruel Mas Arya to me. Until the 40th day, he wouldn't touch me at all.

My God, has my husband's deviant illness recurred? I hope it's not that. Because the way he looks at me, I'm sure. There's still a taste bud to me. But ... but why doesn't he touch?

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"Where's it hurt?" I asked Cua who kept crying. I see her diaper is still dry. Then why is he so fussy?

Arya has not returned home either. It's seven o'clock, is it stuck again? My mind as usual. Mas Arya always says it's jammed when it's too late to go home.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

There was a knock on the door, it was Salwa. She's still loyal to this family, helping me take care of Cua, because I also have to go to college.

"Lake in!" kataku later. I saw Salwa coming while carrying a barricade.

"Let me carry, Non. Tomorrow's morning lecture, right?" salwa asked while looking at me.

I then nodded. But reluctantly gave up my little daughter.

"It's okay, I'm the big one. You take a break," I said, asking for a rag to carry Cua, my daughter.

Half an hour later, my daughter was asleep in my arms. Oh ... maybe Cua again wants to be spoiled with his mother, batinkku while rubbing his puffed cheeks. Just the reason I can smile is actually. The rest, just a fake smile in the eyes of the people.

CLAMPS

I turned my head, I saw Mas Arya coming into the room.

"New home? Jammed again?" There's a tone of innuendo in the question I'm saying. Whether or not Arya feels.

"Hem."

I waited a long time for that guy in there. Normally a 10-minute shower is enough, but. I was wondering.

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Aryan POV

Should I get a divorce? I don't want to torture him for too long. I have to make her hate me, Nur can't suffer. He is young, his life is long.

I wanted to end this suffering for a long time. I should have backed out by then. Not selfish and enduring.

Flashbacks

A month after the birth of Cua.

"Hallo?"

"How are you? Is it still okay?"

Hearing Rama's voice, my ears were hot. I want to drag that bastard to hell.

"How dare you call me?"

"Huhahah!" Rama laughed, the man chuckled. Makes me instantly rise in blood.

"What about my gift? Enjoy the days of torture. Consider it my best gift!" he said it was full of emphasis. Obviously my brows furrowed, not understanding Rama's intentions.

"Don't say much, or I'll drag and bury him alive!"

"We'll see how far you can go with your wife ... I want to see, can you touch it. After what I gave you that time."

My eyes instantly sharpened, my brain thinking hard. No way, this is impossible. That jerk might just scare me. He might just be talking nonsense.

"You know Arya, I'm still watching you from afar."

Tut Tut Tut

Phone disconnected. I threw the phone on the floor. Panic, anxiety and worry. If what Rama says is true, I must leave Nur as soon as possible.

Seriate.