She's My Husband!!!

Traumatizing

Davina's eyes blinked slightly open, then her gaze met with Harris's gaze there. Davina could feel Harris's hand, which had been stroking her hair, now moved on her cheek when she realized her wife had woken up.

"Forth, Mas's wife." said Harris to Davina who was still gathering her entire life to wake up.

Davina is still silent, as her current position is very close to Harris. The two faced each other only separated by Davina's distended stomach. The faces of the two of them were very close.

Davina pulled herself a little away from Harris. He repeatedly yawned, still very sleepy. Just blame Harris for disturbing his sleep. The man pranks his wife to get up quickly and perform the congregational dawn prayer.

"Euungh.." Davina pulled over while stretching her entire body muscles. "Again, Papa."

Harris smiled at Davina's voice made like a child, anxious. It was as if she had heard the baby's greeting directly. Indeed, Harris could not wait to see his son calling himself papa. Then his hand was stretched out to rub Davina's distended stomach. "The healthy son of Papa, we will meet soon. And when that time comes, Papa will be the happiest man in the world because of your birth, dear." he said.

Davina smiled at the conversation between father and son. Davina promised in her heart that she would fulfill Harris' dream.

Harris turned to framing his wife's face, "You too yeah, gotta be healthy. Do not think much, especially soon we will both be witnesses to the growth and development of our children. God willing, God will make things easier. Aaminn." Harris kissed his wife's face with love.

"Aaminn, Mum." Then Harris clasped his wife's hand to go together to the bathroom to fetch water.

Davina looked at the sturdy body of the husband standing in front of her. In the heart of thanksgiving he chanted repeatedly to the creator. From whose life is not directed, he now has a priest who patiently leads to show the right direction according to the Shari'a. To him, Harris was proof of how good God was to him.

"Are you ready?" harris looked back, which Davina embraced. They also started the morning prayer beginning with the sunnah prayer before dawn or often called the dawn qabliyah.

***

Now Davina is sitting on the sofa of her room, after finishing the congregational prayer Davina took the time to read the Koran. As for Harris, the man went out of the room somewhere.

Davina ended her reading when several times her cell phone rang, disrupting the activities she was doing. After removing his face he took the cell phone he had left since yesterday. The name Rani is there. The girl has been trying to contact Davina since yesterday, but Davina has always ignored her.

Of course Davina is still angry with her best friend. Although their friendship has been established for quite a long time, but due to this problem the relationship between the two becomes a little tenuous. They both put forward their own egos.

Davina put her phone back on, not intending to pick up or reply to her message. She prefers to look for the whereabouts of her husband who has not seen the trunk of her nose since.

He came to the kitchen when he heard a noise from there. Sure enough, Harris saw cleverly add some spices to his cooking and began to stir it with the right rhythm.

Grep

Davina hugged Harris from behind. Now change, usually Harris does that. Davina drowned her face behind the husband's sturdy back. Why does it feel so comfortable?

"Have you finished your salary?" harris looked over without being disturbed. Instead he even more excited with the presence of the wife near him.

Davina seemed to nod, "Udah."

Harris turned his body, holding both of his wife's shoulders.

"Why are you hungry?" Davina shakes. She hugged Harris again. Harris replied, maybe Davina just wanted to be spoiled.

Davina is terrified of her. He remembered the words of Shafira yesterday. Bella is the sister of Shafira. And other facts that made him quite shocked. Does Harris know about this? If so, why did he never tell her?

"Hm,"

"There are two brothers, one with a heart of gold and the other with a heart of demons, how?"

"Where's what?" Harris frowned, not really understanding his wife's intentions.

"Well, what was Mas Harris' view of the two brothers?"

Harris smiled slightly, "Well, don't you think? That's natural, honey. The character of a person is different. Can not be generalized to one another, yes because basically they are different. Identical twins only, their nature is sometimes drastically different. For example, you are the same as your sister, Diandra. Diandra is the type of person who is indifferent, even though he loves you very much, right? While you are ignorant, said your parents first, haha." Harris laughs.

"Did, Harris. Why do I mean it!" she pinched her husband's waist.

"Aww, I'm sorry dear." I'm sorry, "the point is that you guys are different from each other."

"Well, that's better. So what's up again, you son of a bitch!"

Harris no longer cares about his wife, the cooking is ripe. He will present it soon.

"Stop it off, Mom. I want to say something important to you" Davina said, making Harris stop her activities.

"Why, hm?"

"As for Shafira, does Mas know that she is the sister of Arabella?"

Harris gasped, but then he normalized his face.

"The food is ripe, let's have breakfast first." Harris turned to serving his food into a container and took it straight to the dining table.

Davina no longer dared to make her voice, she knew Harris was not going to discuss the matter. She followed her husband to the dining table.

He sat in front of Harris, watching Harris fill his plate and Davina with rice and side dishes that had been cooked. Harris threw the plate in front of his wife. "Eat first, talk later." he said. They both enjoyed breakfast in silence.

Davina, who has been living quietly for months, now feels herself again being targeted by danger. He was so afraid, the shadow when he was tortured and persecuted by a woman named Bella is still clearly stored in his memory.

He did not know when the woman was released from prison. But the shadows about her are capable of traumatizing Davina. Trauma will be the wound that he gets. He unconsciously rubbed the scar on his cheek. It is not too obvious, because Davina has covered it with powder. But, the knife marks on his stomach would never go away. That would be a testament to the selfishness of an Arabella.

"You, why?" harris asked as he watched Davina's eyes shed tears. Just being pulled back by him.

Harris changed seats to be next to his wife. "It's a matter of not holding your own, huh?" Harris hugged Davina tightly. The woman grew sobbing in the arms of her husband. Harris continued to try to calm Davina down. He knew it had something to do with Bella.

Harris rubbed his woman's back, "Udah don't cry anymore yes, there is Mas here. I'm not gonna let anyone interfere with our lives."

Of course, Harris would not let that happen a second time. As a result of the woman's actions, his wife is now experiencing trauma that may be prolonged. Therefore, trauma cannot be underestimated.