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10. From Bed One Night

Revan POV

Yes, God ... Why does everything become like this? I don't remember anything from last night, the mind said to itself.

Both hands hit the head several times.

"Stupid! You idiot! You idiot!"

After a few minutes of gazing towards the highway, I looked at the locked Siska house again. Finally, inevitably step back into the car and go home.

Along the way, I could no longer think calmly. Screeched agitatedly after what had happened this time. While fantasizing, the moment of daydreaming collapsed after finding the silhouette of someone passing suddenly from the front of the car.

At that time, the brakes that were stepped on with all their power made the position of the car turn forty-five degrees to the left side of the border crossroads. The tire sounded a voice that was very inviting to the pairs of eyes staring steadily, because I did not want to get in trouble again, finally this self got out of the car and met people

those.

Right in front of the woman who was squatting in the middle of the black asphalt, I said a little trembling. "Sorry, Mom."

Someone from the left side interfered and came to me. "Mas, if you can't drive don't have a car. Sell it, make it dangerous on the streets."

Using my right hand, I reached into a few pieces of banknotes and thrust right in front of the woman.

"Now, Mom, as a sign of my apology," I said as I put on a face of melas.

"No, my mom! Next time you drive with your eyes and brain, do not fencing expensive cars. This isn't your path, Mas," she's very emotional.

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry," my response was brief.

Then, the two men left me in the same position. Unable to say anything, I immediately returned to the car and entered carefully.

After a few minutes on the way, finally the car that became a means of transportation every day arrived in front of the house. The face that had been facing the earth, I walked a little dragging because the anxiety was not over.

Entering the house very carefully, a steady gaze towards the figure of the woman who usually greeted with a beautiful smile. But the last day was very different. Marissa has been severely depressed due to the fetus she was carrying. Not only that, the dark events he experienced up to three years in a row.

The soul feels shackled by a bitter reality, tries to accept it, still cannot. Unlock a black tie that is tied tight to the neck. With my right hand, I threw it on the sofa right where Marissa was sitting holding a doll that almost resembled a baby.

Because I don't want to make it drag on in the past, the right hand took the doll in his arms.

"You're fond of dolls, Mar!" pekikku while robbing the doll he carried.

Then, Marissa screeched and changed her position to stand up. Right in front of the two eyeballs, the woman I once knew very gently turned violent. He slapped his right cheek hard.

Plaque!

"So your words! Give me back my baby, hurry!" harden it by raising the tone of the voice, but still slightly swinging the speech.

From before him, I threw the doll away and stomped on the floor. "Now, your son I've been on foot. You crazy bitch, Mar!"

"You are crazy!" he concluded while turning his body into a squat, he also took the doll accompanied by sobbing sobs.

I took a deep breath and threw out from my mouth several times, both hands touching my forehead and mouth. Inexhaustible thought that his beloved wife became crazy just because of the loss of the three children at that time, as a result the feeling of love was destroyed and a frustration arose.

"Bi Ira ... Bi ...," I shouted very loudly, just a few minutes later, both ears caught the sound from inside the kitchen.

"Yes, Mr. .. a moment ...."

The middle-aged woman who always tied her hair with a raffia rope swiftly stood on the left side, she was forming a line like a bodyguad formation while putting on a face melas.

"Bi! Why did Marissa leave the room? Kan, I've told you that he can't be wild outside. Where would my face be if those on knew that I had a crazy wife!"

While speaking with a few stanzas of sound, I pointed at Marissa's face with my right finger. Then he bit my finger and I grimaced in pain.

"Rasain, it's good to be bitten," he grinned as he slammed his body and sat down again on a black sofa chair.

From the threshold of position, I scrunched both eyebrows. "No! Aunty look, don't you, Marissa's doing is getting crazier all the time!"

"Master! Mistress is wife—Master! Don't be rude to her" Bi Ira responded as she followed Marissa and sat on the left, then the middle-aged woman stroked Marissa whom she called mistress.

I'll go right and left. "Ach! You two are crazy!"

Finished snapping, I set both feet to climb the second-floor steps, along the way to the room, mouth flailing nonstop.

"Have a maid—gila! Got a crazy wife, what kind of drama is this."

Arriving in front of the room, with my right hand I beat the door hard. A body that was already very tired, was struck with a problem when that night with Siska in a star-rated hotel. The mind becomes ambiguous, not to mention having to think of a company that is busy running a project does not know where to go.

Both eyes tried to shut, as the atmosphere became quiet and cold, I was finally able to sleep quickly.

The night has arrived ...

Suddenly, the ears caught a voice coming from outside. Yes, I also heard the melodious chanting of azan in the mosque close to home. Instantly the conscience feels very called to perform obligatory prayers as Muslims, but both feet are very heavy to get out of bed.

After a few minutes, Azan stopped to reverberate. Still with the body position on my back in bed, I took my phone and stared at the screen with hundreds of social media notifications. Unable to reply one by one. In the faint I stared at the mobile phone screen on social media, apparently Siska was uploading a picture of her crying sadly.

The guilt grows on its own. After all, I have taken the crown which she keeps as a lifter of her degree as a woman. Turning off the cellular data, I jumped out of bed and walked towards the balcony of the house.

I stared steadily at the watch in my left hand, apparently the time had shown at 20:00. Looking over everything that happened, with the stars and the moon at that time was like embarrassing yourself.

Sick indeed, defeated the time with a charm that promises millions of beauty. Why did the universe take me soaring away into space, feeling the joy of love and then making a lost soul to go home.

Before finally event after event dragged reality swallowed round and round in the mouth and neck cavity, now the universe has lifted me up high and slammed hard towards the earth until it collapsed unprovoked.

Pronounce the pledge of allegiance in front of the ruler and the witnesses, until finally I have to run as fast as it goes when the love is gone when the soul begins to vow to death. Formulating the questions that came in many ways from inside my head, I decided to go out and head for Marissa's room.

A few minutes after walking, both eyeballs stared steadily at the figure of the woman who always dressed strangely. Though Marissa is a beautiful woman with extraordinary charm, until finally a reality that requires the appearance of the wife changes completely and makes the stomach feel nauseous.

On the black sofa, I sat to the left of the wife. She stroked her hair slowly, and she stared softly at the look in these eyes. It seemed from that view that he was in a deep depression. Dolls who are the target of release longs for the baby, causing him to think no longer sane.

"Darling ..you don't keep going, you have to be able to get up and we live life as it should be" I said, giving her a look to change, then from the back of the housekeeper came while carrying two glasses of warm drinks.

After Bi Ira put down the drink, he stood up and looked at Marissa who was acting very unusual to humans in general.

"Darling, let me borrow his son first." After saying, with my right hand I took the doll and placed the blonde on the left.

Marissa fell silent, she shed her tears and cried hysterically. Pity ambushes the soul. Without being able to speak, I hugged the wife along with sobs that also came out by itself.

Bi Ira also cried in his position when the beginning came, the night atmosphere was increasingly fierce, overwritten with a million problems without a definitive answer. Now, I can begin to feel how much Marissa needs affection, even though she has gone mad and lost her memory.

Hopefully, someday the wife can get back together in making this household more peaceful again. That's my hope now.

Obeying the husband is a command of Allah SWT. as implied in the Quran Surah An-Nisa verse 34 as follows:

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

اَلرِّجَالُ قَوّٰمُوْنَ عَلَى النِّسَآءِ بِمَا فَضَّلَ اللّٰهُ بَعْضَهُمْ عَلٰى بَعْضٍ وَّ بِمَاۤ اَنْفَقُوْا مِنْ اَمْوَالِهِمْؕ-فَالصّٰلِحٰتُ قٰنِتٰتٌ حٰفِظٰتٌ لِّلْغَیْبِ بِمَا حَفِظَ اللّٰهُؕ-وَ الّٰتِیْ تَخَافُوْنَ نُشُوْزَهُنَّ فَعِظُوْهُنَّ وَ اهْجُرُوْهُنَّ فِی الْمَضَاجِعِ وَ اضْرِبُوْهُنَّۚ-فَاِنْ اَطَعْنَكُمْ فَلَا تَبْغُوْا عَلَیْهِنَّ سَبِیْلًاؕ-اِنَّ اللّٰهَ كَانَ عَلِیًّا كَبِیْرًا

Meaning: The men are leaders of women, because God has exalted some (men) over others (women), and because they (men) have given up some of their possessions. Therefore, a godly woman is one who obeys Allah and keeps herself when her husband is not there, because Allah has kept (them). The women whom you worry about are nusyuz, so counsel them and set them apart in their beds, and beat them. Then, if they obey you, then do not look for a way to trouble them. Verily Allah is Most High, Most Great.

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