SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
My husband
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Zareen POV's
There are so many questions in my head, but I don't know who to ask. At first glance about the incident since I was hit by Zain's car until I was married in a state of unconsciousness, I know a little from the story of my mother-in-law.
However, something very stuck in my mind, which kept bothering me for a few days since we had lived in this magnificent apartment, two people living under one roof, he said, the one on the same wall, however, why are we like strangers who do not know each other. Cold, there was not the slightest bit of warmth trying to cling.
“Mas...
I reached out my hand about to crucify and kiss the back of my husband's hand, yet, the bitterness I felt again. The same rejection I felt for two weeks. It's okay, I ignore the pain in the heart and try to keep giving a smile with sincerity on the lips.
“This is my bag of Bawain”
Thank God he wanted to give his bag and jaz, maybe right, touch with me only he who did not want to. Why Mas? I am your mahrom not a foreign woman.
“Mas want to shower first or directly eat”?
“I'm sultry”
“Yes already, Mas shower, I prepared the clothes”
I rushed to the room, and prepared the clothes that my husband will wear, “you my husband Mas, thank you for making it easier for me to carry out my duties”, With a smile I put the set of his sleepwear on the mattress. After that I went straight back to the kitchen and served a simple menu that I cooked this afternoon.
“How does it taste Mas, is the salt enough”?
“I don't like to talk at meal”
Oh God, I just want to know if my cooking doesn't disappoint my husband.
Without a word, he immediately stood up and turned around leaving the dining table in silence. “It is very difficult to give a smile as a thank you to me Mas?”. I tidied up the dirty dishes and washed them straight away, after I made sure they were all clean again, I stepped into our room, and as usual, my husband was no longer there, he prefers to sleep on a single sofa in his study.
“Hufhh, what kind of household we live this Yes Allah”
I stepped into the bathroom, after I heard Adzan Isya reverberate.
“Defy all only to Him”.
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“Hm yes dear, see you later”
“Iyaa,, I'll pick you up later, you wait aja”
“By honey, love you to”
“ Don't look at me like that”
“Hah no, I just don't understand the same way of life y'all”. Sarkas Reza smiled cynically. Whether what kind of love Ilna has offered to her best friend, then it was clear Ilna made the word “break” between them, and now “Baby-Honey” again. Or the last breakup word Ilna spoke was the same as the previous one, the girl just wanted to go back to testing how much Zain loved her. Hufhwe33w2
“You need not try to understand my way of life, which is living me”
“Hm yahhh,, too complicated and dizzying head”
“All you have to do is get back down to the field and review directly the project that we will build in the near future, it will be more useful you do”
“Ha ha ready Mr. Director Zain Malik Fahad, according to orders” Gegalagat Reza while raising one hand to the forehead should pay homage to the commander. Well indeed he is his commander, whose word is an absolute order.
Zain threw his body into the back of the chair, staring out the window. “Yeah right, it's complicated, and it's sickening. But no, I can still control it, today I will take Ilna to the apartment, and let her know who the woman who should be in her position right now, Zain's wife Malik Fahad”
“Finally ready too, Alhamdulillah...
Stay preparing on the table, and hopefully Mas Zain will eat all this again, but it feels like deh, because I think my cooking is the same as Mas Zain”'s tongue
Zareen arranged all the menus he had cooked to eat malan later with his husband. After it was done, Zareen went back to the room to clean himself using perfumed clothes and put a little dye on his lips.
With a smile that does not forget to adorn his lips, Zareen wears a veil in the color of baby blue, well he still does not dare to remove his hijab in front of Zain, because according to Zareen Zainpun does not want it.
“Bismillah” He said
At the click of the door, Zareen immediately ran, about to welcome the return of the husband, but at once the smile on his lips collapsed, when he saw the soft hands of the woman who grabbed the husband's hand. No questions came out of Zareen's mouth, seeing the gaze of her husband she understood, knowing that you had no right to question what Zareen was doing.
“Please enter Mas”. Zareen took over Zain's bag, without reaching out to crucify her, because she knew that no hand would accept her, so don't embarrass yourself in front of other women, he still has mauru’ah (self-esteem) and he will keep it as a wife.
Zain stepped forward without even looking at Zareen, Zareen awoken from his shock and immediately closed the door.
Zain was immediately seated at the dining table, with Ilna next to him. It's like your own home, miss.
“Mas mauu directly eat”? There was no reply from Zain, Zareen who understood the situation just rushed to warm the food that was starting to cool.
“Sayang”
Zareen's body suddenly froze hearing the voice, a soft voice that hit him said “sayang”.
“Yah.” Zain looked at Ilna
“Is it okay for me to come here?”
“Yes it's okay baby, why do you ask like that, didn't we used to eat together here”
“Hmm Yes, just..”
“It’s ok baby, what are you worried about, in your home, hm”
“Allah, what other reality is this?” Ilna squeezed the tip of her khimar, trying to hold back the water that was about to come down from the eyes, everything was clear because their distance was not far, only limited to the bar table.
Swiping the pooled water at the corner of his eye, Zareen turned around carrying a frying pan filled with soup that he had heated.
“Please eat Mas”
Zareen took a plate and was about to get some rice for Zain, but his hand was cut off by Ilna.
“Let me just”
“Baiklah”. Zareen retreated, not because he was weak, he just did not want to make the atmosphere more runyam, just let it go first.
“Darling, you eat it still regular portions right”?
“Price unfortunately, nothing changes” Deliberately Zain emphasizes spelling on the word “nothing changes”
He said as he glanced at the woman who looked down next to him, a smile appeared on Zain's lips, well he reached his destination. “You should see this, this is the reality”
No one spoke, only the sound of spoons and dishes, a very quiet, but arid dinner.
TO BE CONTINUE
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