So TKW

Section 58

Duk! Duk! Duk!

The loud bang on the door made me immediately move out of the room while carrying Oomar in my lap.

'Badness, impatience, '" grumbled inwardly.

Kreeks...! door open.

I can't wait to see who's behind the door.

"Mana Abdul Ro'uf, hah" the mad woman was apparently Laila, violently pushing my body backward.

"Prophe Laila, hold your emotions" Adeeba who stood behind him tried to hold the bunting woman's hand. But not heeded.

"Say, where are you hiding my husband?" his screams echoed throughout this 8x6-meter-long space.

"I don't know, miss. Isn't he with you" I answered. It feels afraid to face a woman who is emotional like Laila. I'm afraid I'll be sick again with him. Huh, do not want to feel even the same mother and father never.

"I wouldn't have come here if my husband was around me, you know that" he said with his eyes still full of anger.

"Maap mama.." I looked down really scared to see his anger.

"Is that all you can say, hm? sorry, sorry and sorry? you should be self-conscious where your position is, you are no more just a slave in charge of serving us as your master, you should know yourself, remember where your feet rest! It's not appropriate for you to play in love with Abdul Ro'uf, my husband" he pointed right in my face. I'm speechless sick. This is how the rich look upon us who are despicable in his eyes?

"Calm down, Laila ... Noorah go make tea to the kitchen," I nodded, then Adeeba grabbed her shoulder, then filled her up on the living room couch. From far away I still see him looking at me with a dirty look.

"You'd better drink, Laila" I'll give her some spice tea to relax, even if it's actually lazy.

"Drink," madam Adeeba spoke again. He brought tea for his sister-in-law and then brought it closer to his hand, which was soon reached.

"I know how you feel, Laila. We are both women. So I hope you're patient, hold your emotions" Adeeba was soft in speech. Although sometimes it can be sniffy and jutek as well. And his gaze was still sharp, right towards me who was standing a bit away.

"You didn't put poison in my tea, this is Khan?" I immediately shook my head. If you want to, but do not want to kill

"When was the last time you spoke?" he glared.

"We-we ..."

"The honest answer!" again, his emotions went up.

Madam Adeeba stroked her up-and-down shoulders with anger.

"After that?" the search is still accompanied by slipping eyes.

"Absolutely not" I answered truthfully. I don't know if he'll believe it or not. Whatever.

"I'd better go. Before my hands itch to finish off people" he said as he moved. As he stepped he nudged my right shoulder, making me shocked, a look of hatred was clearly reflected in his eyes. Madam Adeeba who walked behind her, just a head bobble, turned towards me, while gesturing with one index finger on her forehead'.

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Madam and her sister-in-law are gone, I live with Oomar at home. Several times I tried to call the number listed as Abdul Ro'uf on the screen. But already several times as well, the tone 'tut' was never changed with the sound.

I finally decided to send a message via sms.

'Where, why don't you answer my phone? are you angry, sir? why did you just leave, while your wife came here and cursed me'

I asked a few questions hoping that the owner would respond quickly.

Send.

Soon a call from the same number appeared.

"Hallo, Yes Noorah?" Deg, that baritone voice, some days not hearing it somehow feels like a thousand days.

"Why, Master?" I immediately asked, after trying to neutralize the rumbling in the chest that felt even more excruciating.

"Yes Noorah, are you okay?

What did that woman do to you?"

"Why is it? you just left? why...?" I kind of raised my voice. So that he would answer it immediately. Not just a pleasantry. It doesn't matter if I'm good or not. Hasn't I felt such pain a long time ago. When everyone in almost the same time hurt me.

"I can explain" he replied slowly.

"Now!"

"Why are you mad at me, Noah?"

"I just don't want you to be a coward, sir. Go home, and go back to your wife"

I closed the call that was still going on. I sat by the window and felt a sick heart. Sick because the person who fills the corner of my heart, it turns out like a coward who runs away from his responsibilities. And even more sick, when the husband who was with us for years, in fact consumed the incitement of people who are not even clear who.even now added the woman arbitrarily blasphemed me.