She's Maduku
Chapter 9
"O Allah, why is this sick? Not that you know Shafiah, if this marriage will not take place." He said while looking in the bathroom.
"Tock.tok.tok.." Madam" call someone from outside.
"What's up Ira?"
"Master calls you to witness ijab kabul nyoya."
"Do I have to be there?"
"The request of the matriarch, signifies that you consent to the marriage of your husband."
He sighed deeply before returning to speak. "khuuff....All right, I'll be downstairs for a while."
"Relaxed shafiah, this marriage will not happen." muttered inwardly as she tidied her hijab in front of the mirror, then she stepped out of her room into the living room where her husband's marriage took place.
"Mrs." Said Ira's mother as she walked over to the master. "You're okay, right?"
"No ma'am." Shafiah said with a fake smile and then she sat right behind Zahfran.
"Maybe now's the right time I'm turning down this marriage." Inner Azky while looking at Shafiah.
Understand with the code given by Azky, Shafiah also nodded his nose.
"Pak penghulu." Azky said a little scared.
"Yes.?" penghulu.
"I don't love this guy." His words were full of joy.
Everyone present there was shocked by Azky's sudden statement. "What did you say?" Zahfran looked at Azky with his sharp eyes, clutching his hands tightly, until he grimaced in pain.
"Aaww.sick sir."
"What'sthis?is this a forced marriage?" Ask Pengulu sir to Zahfran.
"No." Zahfran replied, and was immediately rebutted by Azky. "yes sir, I don't love him, but he forced me to go with him."
"Acci.." Zahfran voices mrmbentak.
"You can't force a woman to marry you sir." insisted pak Penghulu.
"It's not a forced marriage sir, we love each other.he doesn't?" He said as he grabbed Azky's hand.
"Sir, I don't love you. Mr. Penghulu we can stop here right?"
the hulu also took off. "yes, please resolve the problem first, if it is finished, tomorrow you can contact me again. " Say sir, he got up from his seat and left the Zahfran residence.
"Itahhhh...." Shouted Zahfran annoyed. "you want to play around with me?"
"No sir, I don't love you." Starting to feel fear as Zahfran's hand tightened his grip.
"Alright, if that's what you want."
"Bram's."
"Yes sir." Saut Bram stepped forward.
"Take this woman into my room.?"
"You mean?" Not only Bram, Shafiah was equally surprised to hear Zahfran's orders to Bram.
"What are you going to do? in our room?" he frowned.
"What else if it's not what we used to do, baby?" Zahfran replied without turning his face to Azky.
"No sir, don't." Stepping back, seeking refuge behind the Shafiah. "Mrs help me, how do I fate mistress" he said with tears.
"Mas, please stop this. This is not true, I beg you to realize laaah.don't destroy her future, you marry her because you want to torture her."
Without thinking about her feelings, she expressed her feelings. "I love her Shafiah, love her so much."
"What..? you must be lying."
"I'm not lying, I love her so much."
"He lied madam, he just wanted to torture me, he couldn't possibly love me."
"I love her Shafiah, I love her so much."
"When did you start?"
"Since I first met him at Herman's house."
"If you love her, why would you throw her into the nightlife and ask her to serve the striped men?"
"That's just my stratagem, so I can do it behind your back."
"What?" As soon as Shafiah's body limp as if it had no bones, it was fortunate that Azky who was standing right behind him quickly caught the Shafiah's body that was about to fall.
"Nyonyaaaa. wake up madam, give back your energy, don't listen to your husband's words, in the mistress lying, this is just a stratagem of him." Azky tries to convince Shafia.
"I'm not lying." Zahfran said.
"Stop sir, stop your bullshit."
"It's not bullshit, it's Azky's reality"
"Madam don't believe his word, he's lying."
"Have you shared your love?"
"Yes..."
"You're going to divide your body's soul?"
"Yes..."
"He lied madam." Azky Timpal.
"You have to." Hiks.hiks..
Bram clenched his hands, his reddened eyes holding back his emotions as he watched the woman he loved cry out in pain. "Zahfran bajngan why are you doing this to my woman**" she could only say in her heart. "Shafiah I'm sorry. I shouldn't have given you to her in the past, I'm sorry***." He said in a heart full of regret.
"Mrs, please tell me something."
Sighs deeply before speaking. "Marry my husband Azky, he won't torture you, because he really loves you." It's hard, but he has to say it.
"What did you say, madam? I don't want to, I don't love him."
"Mrs." Bram who could not keep quiet, finally opened his voice. "What did you say?"
"Bram, get everything ready. My husband is going to marry this girl." Said Shafiah, he tried to gather his strength to stand up.
"Mother.." Shouted Abiyu from a distance after coming home to play with his friend in the park. He ran and hugged the mother. "Mother I want to eat" Abiyu said whining.
Miss Ira who understands the situation? He immediately invited Abiyu to eat with him. "Sama ma'am Ira yuk eat it den" Invite Bu Ira.
"I want to be with you."
"Well, Miss Ira, she'll eat with me." Shafiah said with a fake smile trying to be strong in front of her son. "Let's go, baby, we're eating."
"Babeekkkkhhh..... Why did you grant me to remarry Shafiaaah..?" Shouted Zahfran as the Shafiah passed with Abiyu leaving him.
"I don't want you, sir. Tell your wife that you don't love me. Spammer..." Azky yelling.
"Azky, I already love you, I want to marry you."
"Sir, please think again, you hurt your wife." Bram said withholding emotions.
"No Bram, I won't stop this marriage."
"Cukuuuup.I don't want you to say that again, I don't want to hurt the Shafiah's mistress" he said emotionally.
"Shut up." Snap Zahfran. "You don't have a choice anymore, marry me?or you I'll send to the nightlife, and serve many men hiding striped. The choice is yours, decide quickly." Zahfran said with emphasis, then he went to leave Azky himself in confusion.
"It's not fair sir.I don't maaauuu..." Hiks.hiks.. Azky continued to cry until her body slumped to the floor.
"My husband is getting married again? why is this sick?, O Allah, it is painful. Am I willing to face it?"
