My Surgically Whipped

Want to be loved

After Zahra's departure the silence that accompanied Jihan, he sat down to think every word from Zahra, there was a little regret that he felt for ruining the happiness of Zahra and Aisha.

Jihan contemplated all the words of Zahra, the words of the woman who had hurt her heart, whether happiness would come to her marriage to Adam, whether she would be happy on top of the suffering of other women.

A little sad to imagine that, Jihan missed a man who loved her, a man who could keep her company, and could be made a priest for her, Jihan saw the man she dreamed of was in Adam.

I love Adam a married man, I love Adam unconditionally, I accept all the shortcomings and advantages possessed by Adam.

Is love wrong?, Jihan wonders in her heart, does she not deserve to be happy?, will that happiness never come to her?.

Jihan was initially very optimistic about her love for Adam, but when she heard Zahra's words, she was afraid that happiness would never come her way.

Bik Salma came over to Jihan, she gently rubbed the shoulders of the master whom she had considered to be her own adopted son, and she had seen and heard what had happened between Zahra and Jihan.

Bik Salma mistakenly thought Zahra was coming to this house, he thought Zahra was a friend of Jihan, but in fact Zahra was the legal wife of her employer's husband.

Bik Salma knows how Zahra feels, it must be very painful to know that a beloved husband anchors his love to another woman.

But on the other hand bik Salma feel pity, yes knowing how the struggle Jihan can not be said to be happy.

"Do I not deserve to be happy, do I not deserve to be loved and loved, why does everyone feel so cruel, I just want to be loved a little is it not okay?" jihan asked who already knew that the one who rubbed his shoulders was bik Salma.

Bik Salma felt sick when she heard the heart-wrenching question of Jihan, she was a witness to the never-smooth journey of Jihan's life, the many trials that Jihan managed to go through.

Slowly make Salma move her legs and sit beside Jihan, yes bring Jihan's body into the embrace of her arms, Jihan crumpled her head on the shoulder bik Salma, she cried so hard to imagine the journey of her life that never got love.

"I want to be loved bik, I want to feel that someone is protecting me and I want to feel happy, but why does that happiness feel reluctant to come to me, what is my fault.why is my life like this bik?" tanya Jihan in the arms of Salma.

"Istighfar neng, there is no perfect life full of happiness" said bik Salma to calm the crying Jihan in her arms.

"Am I wrongly married to Adam's mas, is my love wrong bik?"

" Love is never wrong neng, the wrong thing is neng who loves people's husbands, that's the problem."

Jihan let go of her embrace from Salma's bik, she looked at Salma with a meaningful look.

"I mean aunt?"

" Neng has hurt other women's hearts, neng has taken away the paradise built by other women, neng has hurt the wife and child of Adam" said bik Salma, who was not a child of Adam,

Although with a little doubt, but bik Salma felt relieved, because what he had been harboring so far finally said already in front of the employer, Jihan who listened to the words of bik Salma was slightly offended.

" Jihan never took away Zahra's paradise, there was no intention to take Zahra's husband bik, Jihan just wanted Zahra to share the love of Adam a little to Jihan, no more than that." jihan said riding up his voice.

aunt already felt what his wife Adam felt, all of it still hurt neng, the pain still imprint in the heart of aunt neng."

Jihan's feelings were uncertain when hearing the words of bik Salma, he imagined if it was in the position of Zahra, Jihan shook his head, Jihan realized if it was in the position of Zahra, Jihan, then it will not be able to.

" What is happy?" ask bik Salma.

Jihan looked at Salma at a glance, her memory revolved at a glimpse of the events of the marriage she had just had, after marrying Adam, her feelings remained the same as it was still empty, she said, because what Jihan wants is not entirely true.

Adam spent more time with his family, Adam only momentarily approached his house and even then in a few minutes.

"Neng tried to think again, is neng happily married to Adam, who is the husband of another woman?"

ask Salma again.

"I do not know bik, it feels empty, always restless and jealous waiting for the news to be delivered by mas Adam" said Jihan while shaking his head.

"That is the risk of marrying a married man, very little happiness is gained from seizing the rights of other women, the second wife will always be the shadow of the first wife, he said, and worse still be branded bad by society."

Jihan's face was so gloomy to hear every word that came out of bik Salma, little by little her heart began to open that her marriage to Adam was a mistake that had been made by Jihan.

"Neng is a good woman, a smart woman, and also beautiful, neng deserves to be happy" said bik Salma.

"Does Jihan have to get divorced from Adam's mas bik, does Jihan have to let go of Adam's mas?" ask Jihan to bik Salma.

"Ask your little heart what's best to do, because it's never going to lie" said bik Salma, touching Jihan's chest,

Jihan looked at the hand of Salma who touched her chest, she was confused by her feelings, on the one hand she wanted to have but on the other hand there was a hurt heart.

"It does not feel able to make if you have to part with Adam, Jihan had tried it before this marriage occurred, Jihan had tried to forget about Adam, mas Adam, but that love felt so strong as if it felt like Jihan's body and soul were so helpless without Adam's mas beside Jihan."

"Bibik never forced neng to divorce, but bibik told neng to ask little heart neng, what exactly does the heart want neng."

"Either bik... it feels so crowded, Jihan wants to be alone first, Jihan pampit into the bik." said Jihan as she stepped into her room, she locked the door of her room, she said, he put his body on the bed and covered his face with a pillow.

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