Not Husband Scared Wife

Persuading

This morning, the sun was shining. The wind whistled the leaves as it should. The morning atmosphere was as cold as it should be. As always, the morning rhythm and heart beat of life begin, just as it is.

Sunday morning, usually Maya has started cleaning at her boarding house. But this time he didn't do that. Since the completion of the prayer. He has not moved from his bed, until now it is eight in the morning. His life spirit no longer exists. Last night, it was very stressful. It became a spectacle for people. Moreover, the video of him fighting with his brother Sarifah, he has watched, because it has been viral on social media.

It's not usually that the woman is lazing around like this. He is always actively moving, even on holidays. Even when his mood is bad. But, last night's incident was enough to make his heart hurt and shaken so badly, that he was not interested in doing anything.

Maya, who was in a mess of her mind, just kept thinking about the video that was spread. I want to report to the police. The person who shared the video. And cleared his name from the pelakor stamp.. But, if he did, then the problem would widen. And it will take time and drain the mind.

Dert

Dert

Dert

The phone on the desk, just kept ringing. It was hard to get up and pick up the phone. But the call kept ringing. Calling to be lifted up.

Huuff..

Maya finally got up from her bed uninspired. He trimmed his long hair by spitting out his fingers. Then his long hair was an isanggul.

Lazily he dragged his limp feet towards his study table, where his cell phone was. When he got to the side of the study table. He noticed the contact number calling him. The one who called him was Doni.

"Yes Doni, what's wrong?" ask Maya with no spirit. Sometimes he rubbed his face and eyes that felt tight because of crying all night.

"Is it okay, right?" across the street, Doni's voice sounded very worried.

"Ma.. !"

" Kooq Emmm... You okay May's call?" Doni made sure of everything.

"Yes Don." Maya is weak, she has no interest in talking to Doni. He does not want to be disturbed. Maya is indeed the type of person, who likes to gift, harboring his own problems. He doesn't want to confide in anyone else.

"I went to your hostel, huh?" pinta Doni is hopeful.

"For what?" asked Maya still with no spirit.

"I'm going there anyway. You open the door. In 30 minutes, I'll be there."

Tut's...

The phone call was interrupted before Maya answered Doni's words.

"iihi... What the hell is he doing? want to scrape the incident last night?" maya's grumbling is upset by herself, in the room. Really, he just wants to be alone.

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Elsewhere and at the same time.

Ibrahim was talking seriously with Damir. Damir was Abraham's cousin.

"Why don't you talk about your wife, if it happens as you tell her!" Damir looked at Ibrahim. He did not think there was a man like Abraham. Stay with the wife, who can not carry out her obligations. Where the wife's extended family, meddling in her family matters.

"It's not that easy, Dam, I already have a child. You know, a child's psychic can be damaged, if his father and mother get divorced." Abraham was weak.

"From your story, Sarifah does not play the role of mother to your children. You prepare all the needs of your children. Only with you your children learn and chat, whereas Sarifah doesn't want to know that." Said Doni with confusion.

"Yes, that's now. Sarifah was not like that." Ibrahim replied quickly.

Huuff..

He took a deep and long breath. Then throw it rough. Abraham got up from his seat. His gaze he threw away into the beautiful scenery of the rice fields before him.

"I still hope, Sarifah can be cured. She is the mother of my children." His words were weak, he held the garden barrier made of iron.

"Hopefully Yes Bro. I'm sorry about your problem!" damir was standing next to Ibrahim. They both enjoy the beautiful scenery of rice fields that are currently yellowing.

With a heavy feeling. Ibrahim put the phone to his ear.

"Yes Dek, what's wrong?" asked Ibrahim gently. He glanced at Damir, who had now moved from that place.

"Did you kill me, right?"

Sarifah's question successfully ignited Ibrahim's anger. Since last night, he has been trying to calm himself. And this morning, when he was feeling a little better and calmer. Again Saripah's question successfully made his heart hot. Who wants to be a widower.

"What the hell are you talking deck? never mind, don't talk about the unimportant." Ibrahim was upset.

"If you don't want to kill me, what's his name? Brother left the house and brought our son. You can leave me, and go to Maya." Sarifah spoke with a bit of a whim.

Ibrahim grew increasingly annoyed at every word that came out of his mouth Sharifah. "Oh yes deck. If you keep talking about it, I won't talk to you!"

"Kill... Just kill me. I don't want to live in this world either..!"

Tutt's..

Ibrahim turned off his phone unilaterally, unable to hear his wife's chatter. The words that came out of his mouth were very spicy, and made the heart hot. All his words were filled with accusations that made blood boil to the crown of hearing him.

Hufft...

Again and again, the man took a deep, deep breath. He must be able to menrnangkan himself, so as not to follow crazy like Sarifah

Ngong..

Ngong..

Ibrahim glanced at who called him again, and it turned out that the one who called him was Sharifah. Ibrahim, who had not calmed down, felt heavy hearted to pick up his phone Sarifah. Be he staring lazily at the screen of his phone that displays my wife's name on the screen of his phone

"Yes God... Give me a way out of this. Show my wife, Lord!" he said annoyed, his face doubled already when staring at the screen of his phone.

Sarifah just kept making voice calls. Not only that, because Ibrahim never lifted, his wife just kept calling. Saripa's behavior made Ibrahim afraid to pick up the phone. He was sure if he picked up the phone, then the Sharifah would return to talk in a loud and swear tone that would make him hate his wife even more.

Tin ning's

One message came in, without Ibrahim opening, he could read the contents of the message.

Pick up the phone, pick up

Ibrahim was terrified to see his phone. He even wanted to throw the phone away.

Lift your.. If you don't pick up the phone, I'll die. And I die, because of you!

This time Ibrahim opened the message of W A his wife. He was also afraid of his wife's threats. And Sarifah called again, because she saw Ibrahim had read the chat. This time, Abraham picked it up.

Video calls are also connected.

"Abangs... Go home, don't torture me like this. If you don't come home today. I'm gonna kill myself. I also feel like I can no longer live. Brother doesn't support me, Brother doesn't care about me!" Sarifah was crying full of lamentations. It's so fucked up. Hair is aut autan.

"I, yes. Already, you don't cry anymore Yes deck!" Said Ibrahim gently, he smiled faintly at his wife, so that his wife was happy to call with him.

"I, yes bang. If you want to get married again, I'm ridho. As long as you stay with me!"

Hadeh ..

Sarifah spoke again

"Oh, you don't cry anymore. Brother and children, will go home."

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