So TKW

Section 49

I rushed to the room where Noorah slept.

"Yes Noorah... Have you slept?" there is no answer from within. Silent. Even your room looks extinguished.

I tap slowly, I hold the doorknob hoping to open soon, but the one is even in the key from the inside. Was disappointed, because for the umpteenth time the door I knocked did not get a response from within. In the uneasiness and tightness in my chest I returned to the room. A cell phone is on. Without Sura, silent mode.

'What's up, sir called me?'' one message from noorah made me almost jump for joy. Happy feeling. I'll reply to the message immediately.

'*I miss ya Noorah..'

'Sorry sir, it's already night'

'I just need a place to confide. Honestly, I'm very confused right now'

'What can I do, sir*?' ask from sebrang. Why am I happy with this simple question. I don't know. For a moment I thought. Then an idea came up.

'Meet me on the balcony of the room, exactly eleven o'clock, tonight' ah, I don't know what stupid request I've written. He certainly won't come that easily. Although honestly I just want to see it now, again, like before. Many times I cursed myself and my brain. Incongruent.

There was no reply from Noah. It seems he refused. I've been convinced of that. I throw any cell phone on the bed, then enter the bathroom. It looks like a shower will make my head colder.

Out of the bathroom with only a towel, I walked towards the closet door beside the bed.

I lyrics the phone at a glance, seen a green light flashing a sign of a message coming in.

Kuraih immediately and once again I made him happy with his writing.

'he, alright' was just a short message but it made me happy.

I'll wear the best clothes soon. Then spray the farpum around the neck and hands. I don't want to make the woman who lives in my heart disappointed. Time seemed to slow down, it felt long, just a few minutes passed from the time I changed clothes.

While waiting for him restlessly, going back and forth like an ABG waiting for his girlfriend to come I played melow music from the disc to calm the mood that was starting to warm.

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"Send me the money, Nur. I need money to build a house. To pay for the remnants of your debt" A Asep's voice sounded again. For the third time he called tonight. Still the same reason.

And many times I asked him again.

"Didn't a week ago my employer have transferred my salary for five months to Aa? and then he made the money, huh?" sobbing. Not to ask me how I'm doing here but all he has in mind is money and money.

Not talk. All that came out of his mouth was asking and asking. Money has blinded A Asep's eyes.

"I'm tired. If you don't send money, I'll divorce you right now, Nur!" astagfirullah.is like a knife that pierces my heart.The words of my husband make me fall to the floor. Divorce, although spoken accidentally, but when the husband has said it, then fell talak one.

Tears are unstoppable. That's how a husband says the word talak. Without feeling guilty. Doesn't he know, fighting in people's country is not easy. There are so many tests and trials, not to mention the energy that is drained all day just to serve all kinds of employer orders.

'Your path, A..."

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