Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

50. Go Home

I came out of the room with a limp step. The pain was so intense in my lower body. Of course, the man did a very inhumane thing, turning myself back like bread baked in a flat pan. Look at her now, sleeping so well after doing that horrible thing to me.

The woman sat on the sofa, her hands folded in front of her chest. He looked hard at me. His jaw was hardened, also with his eyes reddened. The slap I made was still on his cheek.

"You guys! I'm in pain you two are alone in the room!" He shouted furiously as he got up from sitting down.

"Just blame your husband Hana. He started it all, and it's because of you!" Want me to scream but can't, just hissing a little hard while clenching my teeth. Tired that whack this body is very felt, Mas Hilman like a possessed person.

I dragged these footsteps towards the bathroom, not caring about Hana's voice still nagging in place. I don't like this sticky body very much, I want to clean it immediately.

"Don't you hear me?!" hana asked once more in anger.

For almost an hour I was in the bathroom, I haven't undressed, but it's wet with the water I've been pouring. No more tears came out, nor a sob of these lips. It's all my fault, I should've left him a long time ago.

I quickly finished my bath and went back into the room. The real doubt, the fear too. Mas Hilman was still in the room.

Slowly I opened the door, there was no one in there. I let out a sigh of relief. I immediately stepped inside and locked the door. This time I had to completely fortify myself from the unwanted. He is my husband, but it is not appropriate to do such a thing rudely.

I quickly put on a shirt after that took out a big bag and I took out some clothes that were in the closet. The bag was almost full when I remembered something. Back I stood up to get closer to the closet, lifting a few strands of clothes from inside.

I shook my head in disbelief rubbing my face violently and returned to keeping the clothes in place. The important thing I just remembered now no longer exists, but all this time I have been hiding it. Insert the important thing between the folds of clothes at the bottom of the closet. There is a place where the clothes are very long unused. Why do I think it's a safe place?

I'm stupid. Idiotically. Idiotically. Stupidhead! Why didn't I pick it up a long time ago and keep it in Mom's house? I always thought, if Mas Hilman wouldn't look for this book to get to a remote place.

God, what am I supposed to do now?

I looked towards the wall clock. It's late, but it's still safe to travel. Tonight I'm going to go home to Mom's. Maybe I was selfish, not listening to what the doctor said at the time. You can't be made to think hard, but I can't stand it!

Once again I tried to find a marriage book, who knows it was tucked away somewhere. I took the clothes back and took them out, arranged them on the bed. One by one I saw the folds of the shirt, though I was sure I had kept them on my green shirt. Mas Hilman doesn't like me wearing that shirt.

My search is free, one by one clothes I have checked, but the ones I am looking for do not see you too. Almost all the clothes I have taken out, all the folds of clothes I have opened. There aren't.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Just muttering and condemning my own stupidity.

I now rise up with a bag on my back, not forgetting to bring a laptop, wallet, and also hp, also do not forget the key of the motor.

Soon I got out of that house and took my bike to the streets.

The cold air and the water that fell a little speck from the sky, did not discourage me to keep going to my mother's house. The house I finally had to go back to. The thing I never thought about all this time because I always thought that I would be happy together with Mas Hilman forever.

I stopped my bike on a pretty quiet road. Tears that had previously stagnated blocking the eyes could have made me wretched. For a moment I was silent to calm this heart. The lights from the car that panned from the front or the back were ignored.

After a while, I returned to my vehicle. It's almost ten o'clock in the night. I don't know if Mom's been sleeping yet.

At ten o'clock in the evening I reached my mother's house. Slowly open the gate and insert my motor that I accidentally turn off. Fear of making the neighbors noisy.

Luckily I had a spare key to the back door that was directly connected to the kitchen. Soon I'm going in there.

My throat feels dry, even though it's cold tonight, but the taste inside my chest feels hot and asks to be cooled. I immediately took some water to drink.

The kitchen light suddenly lit up and shocked me until the water I drank melted at the corner of my lips.

"Dye?" My mother's voice called me. I turned my head while shrinking the corners of my wet lips.

"Mother?" I kept a glass in my hand and then came closer to her to kiss the back of Mom's hand.

"Why are you here?" ask Mom confused.

"Just ... Come home, Mom." I said to Mom.

"What's wrong? Are you having a fight with Hilman?" I asked back confused. I just kept quiet. Not wanting to answer, actually the feeling inside the chest was so tight that I could not say anything.

"Mother ... Ms ...!" I burst into tears into Mom's arms. Feeling no longer strong, giving off the tightness that was inside this chest. Sobbing great in Mom's warm embrace.

"Wash you why? Why are you crying?" mother asked in a confused tone, but both of her thin hands grabbed me.

I still can't say, only sobs and sobs come out of this mouth. I felt Mom's hand now stroking my head. Mother said nothing more, only her actions represented her sympathy and empathy for me.

"I'm sorry, Mother. Ayu apologize!" my tears broke when I remembered what Mas Hilman had done to me.