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Time passed, day changed night. Right now, I'm putting my daughter Syakira to bed in her room. Actually, this is just my excuse to avoid my husband's invitation, because I don't want to have sex with him anymore.

I heard my son's loud cry, I had to go to our room.

I walked slowly into our bedroom, and I peered out the door to see my husband was doing. Thank goodness she was fast asleep, so I could freely breastfeed my son to fall asleep again.

While I was busy nursing my son, my husband sat beside me.

" Why do you always shy away from me?, you know, if the wife refuses her husband's invitation to have sex, the angels will curse the wife!", he said while looking at me with a sharp gaze.

" Then what about the punishment for a husband who ruthlessly betrayed his wife without mercy?", I asked as he sharply returned his gaze.

" Who do you mean who is a traitor?, what is the evidence of your words?", he said in a high tone.

" I have no proof, but I'm sure one day, Allah SWT will show it to me, and when I get the proof, I make sure you'll regret it forever ", I said as I passed away to my daughter's room while carrying my son.

" Where are you going?", he said, pulling my hand.

" I don't want to sleep one more room with you, I want to sleep in Syakira's room" I said, trying to get my hand out of her hand.

"No way, you stay asleep in our room, never leave me alone in this room" she said, pushing my body into the room and locking our door.

" Put Habib into the baby box again, he will wake up again because of your stubborn actions" he said ordering me with sharp eyes.

Inevitably, I put my son's body back into the baby box.

I stood in front of the baby box staring at my sleeping son's face.

As soon as I remembered my secret plan, there were still two more years for my son to turn three, there were still important matters that I had yet to finish.

Astaghfirullah, I almost foiled all my plans that were halfway through, he said in his heart.

" Tell me, what do you want now?", asked my husband, pulling my hand to sit next to him on the edge of the bed.

I just kept quiet, for fear of mispronouncing, I was afraid of being emotionally stirred up again, and could cause harm to me.

" You just misunderstood me deck, I'm not who you think I am and accuse me of" he said beginning to soften while stroking my hand.

I have misjudged you, I said in my heart.

She started caressing my face and kissing my forehead and cheeks while whispering to me, "I miss the warmth of your body dear", she said as******my lips.

I did not return all the fondness, because honestly I was already disgusted with him, but what can I do, I can only resign to this situation.

Maybe he was fighting with his mistress, so that his mistress would not serve his lust, finally I became the outlet of his lust.

I didn't feel anything when we made love, even though he achieved his maximum satisfaction, I just resigned to what he did to me.

After she fell asleep, I rushed to the bathroom to clean my achy body.

Finished cleaning my body, I put on my pajamas that he opened earlier when he fucked me.

I laid my body on our bed, and turned my back to her while hugging my pillow, and I finally fell into a deep sleep with tears streaming from my eyes.

Time passed, and the morning came. As usual, I did my activities as a good housewife. I do all my duties sincerely, because I only expect Allah Ridho SWT only.

All I experienced was the guidance of Allah SWT, which I knew must be his silver, the important thing is that I must be patient and steadfast in living this test of life, I said in my heart while smiling at the behavior of my son who was trying to walk alone without my help.

" Be careful dear" I said, holding her hand.

My son tried to let go of my hand, so that he would walk alone, and I followed his desire to walk alone.

Syakira and her father had already gone through this after breakfast. My sister-in-law was watching television while eating cassava chips.

I saw my son start yawning which indicated that he was already sleepy. I also carried him and put him in the cradle so he could sleep well this afternoon.

Those were the days I spent all this time. Nothing special for me, even if my birthday or our anniversary, will remain the same as usual day.

Days change, weeks change month. Right this month is October, three more days my son is two years old.

" Bang, I want to ask for additional shopping money to distribute food for orphans and poor people in this complex" I said as we ate breakfast.

" How many packs do you want to share?", asked my husband.

" There are about a hundred packages of bang, later I will be helped by Dewi's sister, our neighbor to share it with other neighbors" I said while feeding my son.

" Ooh, I'll give you two million, enough right?", he asked.

" Less bang, added one million more, it's not possible there's no snack, just rice with doank bang fish" I said persuaded him.

" Ooh, yes too, yes already three million brother yes deck" he said with a smile on me.

Tumben bang Izal well today, there must be a want, usually if I ask for extra money must be a lot of questions, now there are no questions, I said in my heart.

After breakfast, my husband gave me the three million rupiah I asked for. I was very happy to receive the money, because I was able to carry out my intention to provide food for orphans and the poor.

After that, my husband left for work in his office inventory car. My daughter's school direction was opposite my husband's office, so my daughter was picked up by her school's pickup car.

" Ma, is she having a birthday?", asked Syakira while busy wearing her school shoes.

" Yes son, three more days your sister's birthday, and Syakira a week after, so I mean mama, all my alma alma for the birthday of the beautiful Princess mama and the handsome boy mama", I said while smiling at him.

" Hooree's...Thought it was a birthday too", he said happily.

" Oh yeah, that's the car his invitation has come, Brother be careful yes dear at school, do not fight", I said while kissing his cheek.

" Yes ma, Kira left first yes ma" he said while kissing my hand.

I drove him to his pickup car, holding my son. I waved my hand off his departure.

After dropping off my daughter, I went back inside our house holding my son. Once inside the house, I started doing my usual activities.

I don't feel like time has passed. Today, at exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, I have finished cooking the food we will share. White rice with chicken side dish rendang potluck.

Actually the money given was still less than five hundred thousand rupiahs again, to buy a birthday cake my daughter Syakira and Habib my son, but I was afraid to ask for it, I was afraid to ask for it, so I used my own money as an extra.

Me and three other people, my close neighbors, we finished our work quickly, so as not to go last.

I set aside twenty packs for my husband's office-ready friend, and I will deliver them after the ashar prayer.

" Sister, you want to help me to share it with orphans and poor people who are in this housing complex or who are outside this complex with our other neighbors", ask them.

" Let's just calm down, we'll help you finish" they replied with enthusiasm.

" Thank you, brother, for the help you give me" I said with a smile.

After cleaning the kitchen and washing the cooking utensils and eating dirty, we get ready to go to distribute the food we have packed a hundred packs.

Tired and tired, that's what we felt, but it all paid off with the gratitude and gratitude spoken by the recipients of the food we gave.

Right now, adzan ashar is reverberating. I saw my son Masi fast asleep after lunch, while my daughter was sleeping in her room.

I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself up and took ablution for the ashar prayer. After that, I got ready to deliver the food that had been brushed for my husband's office friends as much as twenty packs.

I carried my sleeping son in a sling. I told my sister-in-law first, that she would take care of Syakira and lock the door to our house.

A few minutes later, I arrived in front of my husband's office. I paid the motorcycle rickshaw fare to the driver while thanking him.

I walked slowly while carrying two large packages that contained ten packs each.

I put both of his large parcels on the porch of my husband's office, and I immediately entered the office, because there was no security guard standing guard, maybe he had gone home first.

I saw the writing on top of a door, "Coordinator room", I rushed to the room, and I knocked on the door.

When the door opened, I saw a scene that made me ....

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