Substitute Priest For Chayra

Treating Wounds

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The atmosphere in the car was covered in silence. Alif and Chayra were silent to each other. They are immersed in each other's thoughts. Apparently, the tausiyah presented by ustadz Ilham was very concerned, so that Alif was increasingly aware of the great mistake he had made.

But what has happened cannot be changed. All Alif can do is work to improve his relationship with Chayra. While doing it for Elmira, Alif wants to improve Elmira's relationship with her family and find the man who should be responsible for Elmira as well as her baby. But if the man who had planted the seed in Elmira's womb did not want to be responsible and Elmira was already comfortable being the first wife, I don't know what else Alif can pay except to ask God for guidance and surrender.

Whatever the future holds, Alif hopes .he, Chayra, and Elmira are able to accept the stroke of divine destiny with a sincere heart, because His will is the best.

"Mas awasss!!!" Chayra screeched as the car controlled by Alif almost hit a big tree. Alif rushed to step on the brake pedal so that a fatal accident could be avoided.

Chayra seemed to be regulating her racing breath. While Alif turned off the car engine then rubbed his wife's back with a movement up and down while giving a sense of calm.

"Honey, sorry -" he said softly.

"Heem. Next time, be careful and focus!"

"Yes Yang-" Alif only answered briefly with a nod and revived the car engine. But before the car drove back, both were surprised by the appearance of a group of young men carrying sharp weapons. They tapped on the windshield and slapped the sword at the body of the car.

"Get you out!" tell one of them who is fat.

"Mas, don't come out! Danger. They carry a sharp --" Chayra's pinta while holding Alif's arm.

"Yes Dear. Alif will not come out. Mas Alif could have overcome them and give a deterrent effect. But right now, dear's safety is paramount. Mas Alif did not want, rash action mas Alif would even hurt Honey-"

Alif drove his iron vehicle with above average speed. But still be chased.

"Woeeee, out!" the young man who was fat, shouted while continuing to grab the sword to break the car glass.

Alif can no longer control his emotions. He stopped the speed of his iron vehicle and turned off the engine, then got out of the car even though Chayra prevented it.

"Finally out too --" smiled smirk while playing the sword, as if his sword-playing skills defeated a samurai.

"What do you want, huh?" Alif raised a sharp gaze and clenched his hands. Wanting to feel, he immediately gave a lesson to them, the young men with minimal morals that some months this unsettled the city residents.

"Taking you and that woman to hell--" he said haughtily.

Alif put up the horses and prepared to fend off his opponent's attack. If the young men use weapons in the form of swords, Alif only armed with belts. He just kept whipping his belt and lifting a kick. Three men succeeded in destroying it. There are only two people left, young man of lush and flat.

The young man asked his flat-bodied friend to confront Alif, while he walked closer to the car and intended to take Chayra as a prisoner so that Alif would surrender and surrender.

But not expected. Chayra is fighting. The car door was opened so violently that the young man with a thick body fell.

After making sure the surroundings were safe, Chayra got out of the car and swung her legs towards Alif.

"Darling, beware!" Alif squealed as his hand moved quickly to grab Chayra's body which was almost hit by a sword.

Alif grew angry. He lay a raw bogeman towards the face of the fattened young man and asked Chayra to immediately contact law enforcement (police).

After subverting the five morally skimpy youths, Alif tied them up with a rope.

Almost ten minutes waiting, law enforcement (police) arrived then brought the young men with minimal morals to the police station and asked the two victims (Alif and Chayra) to be witnesses.

The time machine pointed at twelve o'clock. After testifying, Alif and Chayra returned home with an escort from law enforcement.

"Mas, I went to the next room first. Take a shower and change his clothes -" she said.

"Yes Yang. Mas Alif also wanted to take a shower first -" Alif replied to Chayra's words accompanied by a smile that frames the face.

The two split at the end of the stairs. Alif swung his legs into the main room. While Chayra swings her legs to the next room.

After bathing and wearing pajamas, Chayra met Alif in the main room. Apparently, Alif was daydreaming while looking at the miniature Taj Mahal building given by Rizqi and Nadhira. I don't know what Alif is thinking right now.

"Mas--" Chayra's soft voice shifted Alif's attention so he immediately turned his head.

"That -"

"I want to treat your wounds, Mom. Your burns have not healed completely, but increased again because of the fight --" he said.

Alif smiled and held Chayra's hand. Then he guided his wife to sit on the lip of the bed. "Luka mas Alif is nothing compared to the wounds you suffered, Yang. Thousands and even millions of words of apology are not enough to make up for the biggest mistake in Alif's life that made you hurt in --"

"Already Mas. Don't talk about it anymore! I want to go to sleep right away after treating your wound. I'm sleepy and tired, Mas-" said Chayra interrupting.

"Yes Yang-" Alif nodded obediently.

Chayra began to treat Alif's wounds. Her heart ached when she saw the wound on her husband's body. The burn has not healed yet, but the other wound has increased. In fact, Alif's beautiful face was also filled with bruises due to the fight earlier.

Without feeling, a drop of water escaped from his clear well. Chayra really could not bear to see the current state of Alif.

"Honey, why are you crying, hmm?" Alif lifted Chayra's chin and gently rubbed the cheek of the woman he loved.

Instead of answering a question sentence that was written from Alif's lips, Chayra instead changed to saying a question accompanied by a sob, "surely sick, Mas?"

"It hurts, but it doesn't hurt you, Yang. Darling can treat wounds all over the body mas Alif. But, how can Mas Alif treat the wound dear? Alif was a cruel husband. The real one doesn't deserve a wife as perfect as you, Ayunda Chayra Putri --"

Chayra was no longer able to stem the rush of water flowing from the clear well, prompting Alif to reach out and bring him into the deck.

"Darling .. sorry. Forgive me, Alif.." - He cried out in a voice that sounded vibrating. A lump of flesh that dwells in his chest feels very painful when he hears the sobs of the beloved woman ....

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