My Husband's Wedding

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The wind was blowing slowly. Making every strand of hair in the head of a handsome man beside Nayla move along.

There is no conversation between the two humans who are in turmoil. Nayla looked at the streets with thoughts of wandering about the fate of the marriage she had been defending. Zidan was worried about the feelings he had for his sister's wife.

The car drove slowly, bringing thousands of grief and wounds to Nayla towards the place she once considered to be the palace.

The green grass is now spread on the right and left sides where the car stops. The Atmaja residence.

"Nay has arrived" said Zidan slowly.

"Eh yes mas. Sorry I wasn't focused"

"No papa Nay. Now you go down and prepare your mental heart to face Bian and his family later"

Little nod Nayla did with a sweet smile that hid a thousand sorrows.

Nayla and Zidan's footsteps were heard as they entered the house. Bian, Clara, mother and Siska are waiting for their arrival.

"Assalamualaiakum" Nayla said as she opened the door.

Silence has no answer. There are only views of four humans who are dissolved in their respective thoughts.

Until Nayla will go to her room to clean all the clothes, Bian swiftly blocked Nayla's hand while kneeling.

"Nay, I'm sorry. I'm khilaf Nay"

The hand-throwing that Nayla did made Bian increasingly tightly block Nayla's hand.

"Khilaf you said mas? khilaf until it can be many times and until you get a descendant of that woman!" show Nayla to Clara.

"She's also my wife Nay, she's the mother of my son!" snapped Bian.

"Yes she is the mother of your flesh and blood. I'm just the wife you put on display here. You'll come to me if you want, and you'll leave me when you have a better toy than me! you married quietly with her without my knowledge! am I wrong if I'm angry!?"

Mom started to get up and approached Nayla as well as Bian.

"You're the barren woman Nay! don't be a hurt wife"

"I'm not barren! if I'm infertile how could I possibly get pregnant and miscarry?!" nayla yelled at mom.

With a surprised expression mom looked at each other with Siska and Clara. Not to forget Bian bowed his head to express his regret.

"You miscarried?" ask the mother with a pias face.

"Yes I miscarried! the flesh and blood of this man grew in my heart without anyone knowing including me. Your son with the title of husband has killed his own flesh and blood. For the sake of a trashy woman like Clara, she would vigorously push my body down into the bathroom!"

Without an aba, Bian slapped Nayla very hard.

"Take care of what you say, Nay. I didn't mean to get rid of the kid we understand!"

Tears soaked Nayla's smooth cheeks. Zidan who felt emotion now pulled the collar of Bian's shirt and threw a punch right in his face.

"You dare hurt your own wife! you're wrong and you don't want to take responsibility. She miscarried your son! your child! and the fact is you took the life of that unborn baby when you pushed Nayla's body against the bathroom wall. If Nayla hadn't been stressed thinking about your affair and you Bian hadn't pushed her weak body, your son would still be alive today!" zidan shouted at Bian.

The red stain is now imprinted on Nayla's cheeks. The slap he received was not worth the injury to him due to the man he loved so much.

"You dare to hit me? hahahah, I who have always prided myself on your every gentle height now get a slap for the mistakes you made yourself. So shameful are you that you don't want to hear the truth about the miscarriage that I experienced. You didn't even tell your parents about my condition yesterday. Great yes mas ,great. Now let me enter your room to take all my clothes"

Nayla went by with tears flooding her cheeks. Clara was just silent unable to say anything and Siska could only be silent when she heard that the sister-in-law she never liked had a miscarriage.

"Nay" said Zidan slowly.

Room with a size that is quite spacious, now dark without any lighting other than the light from the tiny window gap in the corner of the room.

Nayla was putting in some of her old, old-fashioned robe, which she had before she became the wife of Bian Mahardika.

"Nay calm your mind first"

"Let's just say mas?calmed down? you're so easy to say that because you don't feel the destruction I'm suffering right now!"

"You can't look weak Nay. I know how you're feeling right now, so don't you show your wounds to those who might be happy with your decision to leave here"

Nayla's face touched and began to wipe away the clear feathers that were dripping down profusely.

"You can't cry Nay"

Nayla's eyes look very sad, her hope to get happiness at home is in fact just a dream. The happiness he got while with Bian, now only memories that will be buried deep.

Zidan helped pack all of Nayla's clothes and put them in a suitcase. The divorce file is now in the hands of a beautiful white woman.

"Bismillah, I hope this is the best way for me"

Nayla and Zidan walked down the stairs. The cry that Nayla had just shown now had vanished with the determination to declare that she was not weak.

"Where are you going?" bian asked in a loud voice.

"I'm going to get out of this prison. You live in peace with your extended family and the daughter of this woman" Nayla tells Clara.

"You're my wife Nay. You can't leave me here"

"Your wife said ? either I should feel sad or be happy with your current situation. I tell you yes, the wife is not only used as a maid or a child printing machine and lustful. In addition to being a friend, the wife also has the right to give her husband an opinion even though the opinion was never heard or done. In addition, the wife also has the right to know whatever her husband will do about his household including polygamy. You love to taste your wife without adab and rules. You always go to the wife you want to make lustful when your bira*hi is peaking."

Bian who was embarrassed could only be silent did not answer all the words that Nayla said.

"Now drop your talaq on me and you can live happily with her without me among you"

"Nay I I beg you to forgive me, we start again from the beginning with Clara and Algi as your family too"

"Hahaha, you lightly told me that. You're so greedy! until you want to have a wife of two who live one roof so you can give your body in rotation without thinking about my feelings. Clara who had tasted my scars gladly accepted you, but dear, I was too disgusted to be touched by you"

Unexpectedly, Siska began to get up and walked towards Nayla with her outstretched hand trying to slap her own sister-in-law.

"Take your mouth set*an"

Siska's hands were blocked in the air to slap Nayla's pretty face.

"You're the set*an. You're younger than me and a woman. You should have opened your eyes to all the injustice your brother has done to me"

A sharp look was given by Siska to Nayla who was tightly blocking her hand.

"Let go!"

"Come in court. You don't need to cape cape to take care of our divorce papers because I'm going to give them today to the religious court. You just sign it and come later. Oh yeah, if you're not in court better, too, because our divorce process will be much faster. I say goodbye, Wassalamulaikum"

...*His phone**🙏🤗**...