Pursuing the Details of His Love Tasbih

Chapter 44 - Becoming His Queen

"But if you're done, please call me, Meizia, like I need you tonight."

Ameer's blood instantly boiled upon hearing what the man said, without further ado he immediately stood up and....

BUGGHHHH

One perfectly hard punch on the man's face that instantly shocked everyone, Meizia was no exception. In fact, the man fell to the floor, he groaned in pain while rubbing the corner of his bloody lips.

"How dare you!" angered Ameer who was about to hit the man again, but Meizia quickly prevented him.

"We leave here," Meizia asked in a trembling voice, even the tears of the woman had already spilled down her cheeks.

Seeing the wife crying, Ameer's anger grew. "I beg you" said Meizia. "Everyone sees us, I'm ashamed, '" he tweeted. Ameer's heart gasped, she gently wiped away Meizia's tears.

"Okay, we go, but stop crying, Hem?" Meizia just nodded.

Before Ameer left, he pulled the neck of the man's shirt and hissed sharply. "Respect the women, man. Because you were born of a woman and ...." Ameer looked at the wedding ring on the man's finger, making Ameer instantly smile cynically then continue. "You're married, isn't your wife home enough, huh? Or should her mother sell her too?"

"LOCHY!" The man shouted furiously at what Ameer said.

"You can be angry, so can I. And the Meizia that is not the Meizia that was, now she is my wife is no longer your slave." Ameer pushed the man roughly before the end she took Meizia away, leaving behind a lot of food that Ameer had wanted to pack.

Ameer paid the food to the cashier and asked the cashier to give their food to someone in need.

Afterwards, Ameer pulls Meizia back in the car. His wife was still crying but this time without a sound, tears kept flowing down her cheeks even though Meizia had wiped her many times.

"Come on!" Ameer pulled Meizia into her embrace.

"I'm sorry" said Meizia. "I'm embarrassing you, Ameer, I'm sorry." Meizia's voice muffled Ameer's chest.

"I'm not ashamed" replied Ameer to calm Meizia's heart. "I'm proud that you're trying to improve."

Ameer rubbed Meizia's head gently. "Now we better go home, yeah."

Meizia just nodded slowly. "Don't cry, later Ummi thinks we're fighting again like that," Ameer cheeked as she rubbed Meizia's cheek.

"How did you know Auntie said we had a fight?" ask Meizia.

"Aunty?" Ameer's frowns on hearing Meizia calling her mother Aunty. "She's your mother-in-law, Meizia, how can you call her aunt?"

Ameer drove her car at medium speed to the house, the two were not in the mood for lunch.

"Ummi, honey, she's also your mother."

"But auntie didn't ask me to call Ummi, I'm embarrassed to suddenly call her that."

Ameer just laughed a little at what his wife said.

Along the way, Ameer continued to invite Meizia to chat so as not to continue to remember the incident, even though it was not quite successful.

Meizia still often mused, what happened earlier as if giving back a black picture in her life.

Arriving at home, Ameer and Meizia immediately brought their groceries to the room. "We put that up later, yeah. I want to do something now," Ameer pulled Meizia to sit on the sofa by the window.

"You do what?" ask Meizia curiously.

"Cover up your scar." Ameer answered while revealing Meizia's sleeves, then she took out a hena from her pocket.

"You bought hena?" peekik Meizia couldn't believe it.

"Yaps, I will paint on your hands, maybe this can slightly disguise your wounds," replied Ameer who made Meizia confused and curious about her husband's behavior.

"Can you do it?" ask Meizia.

"Can, Honey." Ameer answered in excitement and now she started drawing flowers on Meizia's left wrist.

"Have you done this before?" meizia asked curiously because Ameer looked adept at drawing.

"Once," replied Ameer. "At school, but making calligraphy."

"Wow, you have a soul of art" Meizia praised with a sweet smile.

Ameer smiled at the smile that rose again on the lips of the wife, she gently kissed Meizia's palm.

"Why are you so good, Ameer?" lirih Meizia's. "When someone treats me as a slave that you can buy, you treat me like a queen."

"Because every wife is the queen of her husband, dear Meizia. And it's the duty of a husband to treat his wife well."

Meizia was puffed up at Ameer's sweet words. "Then what can I do to repay your kindness and sincerity? While I don't have anything."

"Give me a sholeh child."