PLAN(FOOL)

PART 30'S

بسم الله الرحمن ارحيم

The order came, Zain turned to his left side, his eyes wide when his wife was not there.

“allahuakbar” strangled pekik he scooped his face frustrated.

“loh your wife where A’?” somehow Sila smiled thinly and was happy when her best friend's wife was no longer there.

“I go first sorry” pamitnya and move in a hurry from there, have not had time to intercept Zain already gone from there.

“mas see my wife?” ask him on one of the waiters

“who wears a gray robe itukan mas, with a sling bag character of cat” Zain nodded enthusiastically, he panicked once even.

“ia was crying and went riding a motorcycle that seemed to belong to her. Hence mas.. do not be left aside as long as he is still at your side. do not register in the word regret” said the waitress man and left Zain.

Zain ran and was lucky he got the ojek so he asked the taxi driver to hurry. By looking at the watch and right he ignored his wife for half an hour plus he just knew there was a feeling of guilt this time.

Zain came down from the motorcycle he gave money that he did not see his jumblah and said Ojek wanted to give the rest but the 50 thousand money was not left when the owner had run into his house. Even when paying his sotos that are still untouched, Zain paid 100 thousand dollars.

“sorry dear... sorryin I” he said softly, when Zain was about to approach and kiss his wife's forehead the originally closed eyes are now open.

Zain was stunned as tears escaped from there, zain's hand was raised about to wipe the tears but it was also beautiful to pull it gently and wipe the tears itself but still the tears with the naughty back flowing.

“yaallah. astgafirullah” lirih Beautiful hoarse, he even turned his back to Zain whose eyes are also foggy “ god. allah” lirih Beautiful again.

Somehow Zain felt that something was stabbing his heart violently plus a heavy burden was pressing on his heart. Zain rubbed his rough tears he rose up in bed lying by his wife's side even though he was left a little and grabbed his wife who was now shaking violently with heart-wrenching sobs.

“sst.. sorry dear. sorryin I” he said raucously, there is no answer and just a sob there that increasingly makes Zain's heart hurt.

“ma..”

“I beg you this time do not talk first Ji.. pliss” his door with a voice faltering because crying “ I am tired.suffering if you continue to speak I will not stop crying, I will not stop crying, and it makes it hard for me to breathe pliss. Don't say anything” the question again, and Zain complies, he clung tighter to the head that he buried in his wife's head and that night was filled only with the tears of the two lovebirds who were worse Zain felt pain when the woman he cared for and loved cried because ‘ sorry I love’ muttered her mind.

'Sometimes people choose to remain silent in anger and there are also people who vent anger. But a wise person prefers silence so that anger does not overflow so that new problems arise.'

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