My husband's counting

Eps 16's

" Zahra I told you your restaurant wasn't going to work, so just leave it and keep her at home" she told the wife who was struggling with skincare at the dresser.

" You heard me?." Arkhan's voice had even gone up an octave.

" Denger mas." Zahra answered.

" Have you dared to fight me Fatima Az-Zahra ?." Arkhan snapped while gripping his wife's chin firmly.

His jaw was swollen, his face flushed and his eyes glared perfectly the sign he was ready to explode.

And sure enough, Zahra had not had time to say, The beautiful woman's arm Arkhan pulled forcefully, The two of them went down the stairs instead, even Arkhan came down the stairs while dragging Zahra's arm strong.

" Ah, Sasakit mas le - Lepas." Zahra continued to grimace as her arms in a strong grip as well as her legs were dragged due to Arkhan's cage that was too fast.

Arriving at the front door of the living room bathroom, Arkhan hit Zahra's head on the bathroom door made of old teak wood to cause a very loud sound.

Bugg..

" Sshhit..." Only a ringing came out of Zahra's mouth.

" Little woman, how dare you be so disrespectful to me ?." His face while pulling Zahra's long hair into the bathroom.

" Hiks. aw it hurts, geez." Trying to keep grabbing his old hair at Jambak Arkhan.

Bugg..

buggs...

buggs..

Again and again the handle of the shower kept him smashing on Zahra's arms, legs, even chest.

" aaa... Oh, my goodness, my God." Zahra kept pleading for the torture to be over, but the demon in Arkhan's body seemed to close the ears as well Arkhan's heart, his anger peaked even more as he recalled how Arfan looked to his wife.

" Hiks.. hiks. geez, Sick." groaned for the moans he was confused so that Arkhan felt pity.

" Listen well well, from tomorrow my betel wife will stay in this house, and you." While pointing at Zahra's already bruised face "Must be nice to her, Understand ?." Impact again.

Zahea was only able to nod in lethargy, until the end he lost consciousness.

" See, you weak woman." Arkhan said as he walked out of the bathroom and locked it not forgetting he threw the key away in any direction.

All these events were witnessed directly by their domestic assistant, Bi jina, He hid behind a shofa while continuing to hold back tears, she felt sorry for her master Zahra being treated harshly by her husband.

tock..

tock..

tock..

" Yes, madam?." Call Bi jina after feeling that her male employer is out of the house.

" Mrs, Mrs Zahra ." Bi jina started to panic because in there she did not get an answer.

After a long time, finally bi jina found a spare key that he always carried, united with other key keys.

ckleks...

" Astagfirullah, Madam." yelled bi jina.

yes and, it was the old woman who took care of Zahra by treating her wounds.

At Zahra's parents' house, Umi accidentally drops the coffee cup she brewed for her husband.

prangggg....

" Astagfirullah, O Allah Zahra." The inner bond that makes the uminya feel that something is happening to his youngest child.

" Umi, what's up ?." From the front abi also started to look panicked.

" Abi, Zahra bi, Zahra" she said, holding her husband's hand.

" Yes, Zahra why mi ?."

" Umi also does not know bi, but the feeling of umi is not good, Oh God what is this?, Dada umi feels claustrophobic when remembering our youngest child." Speak the earth while shedding tears.

" Umi, Zahra is okay, now umi is calm yes, tomorrow we visit Zahra's house."

Umi just nodded while returning the husband's embrace.