Suddenly a Bride

10

This morning Nazri woke up early. He woke up at 4 am and immediately cleaned himself then while waiting for dawn, Nazri took the time to pursue tahajud prayer and teach.

Almost overnight he could not sleep because it suppressed the hunger that thrashed to be filled but there was no intake or any ingredients in the kitchen to be cooked just to block his hunger.

Seeing the condition of Mahmed's empty kitchen slam made Nazri sure that the man must often eat outside, even to clean up in his house. Mahmed did not hire a maid, he preferred cleaning services and unfortunately yesterday the man had just decided to hire cleaning services on the grounds that were insulting to Nazri.

During his stay at Mahmed's house, Nazri's responsibility is to always maintain the cleanliness of the house because Nazri in this house is not as a wife for him, but a maid. Very humiliated it feels, without Mahmed orders also Nazri will certainly do it. However, was it worth that derogatory nickname aimed at him?

Nazri and Mahmed slept in separate rooms. The cold man did not allow Nazri to enter his room and Nazri did not want to go there at all. Being placed in this bathroom has made Nazri grateful than he slept on the floor without any pedestal considering there is no good attitude of what if they face Mahmed.

Not felt the time has shown at 6 am and visible lighting show from the outside indicates the child of the sun began to peek through the sidelines of the window. Mahmed woke up, he got up and immediately turned on his room light.

A slightly excruciating thirst sent Mahmed down into the kitchen, but before he reached the kitchen. The man was stunned to hear the melodious voice of a woman was teaching Surah Al-waqiah very eloquently even the letter makhorijul very fitting and so soothing heart that heard it. However, you need to know who is the figure who is solemnly teaching it. Mahmed immediately grinned memponis Nazri in his heart to act Sholehah by pawning his ability that can teach but his morals are very bad.

Mahmed opened the refrigerator, took out a mineral bottle and directly gulped its contents a little rough. He turned around about to re-enter the room but his steps stopped seeing Nazri still wearing a face standing right in front of him.

Nazri who had finished teaching did not immediately clean up his prayer equipment. Knowing Mahmed entered the kitchen, the girl hurriedly followed without removing the face that was still perfectly attached to her body.

He dared not come to see Mahmed in the room and when Mahmed was about to work in the office. The man vehemently forbade Nazri not to show his face, so with courage that was at the tip of his fingernails. Nazri braves to face Mahmed.

Seeing how Mahmed sipped his drink without any tenderness made Nazri not dare to say hello. He stood in the kitchen doorway waiting for Mahmed to come out.

"Why are you here?" The question of Mahmed's ketus made Nazri slightly jerked.

"I asked for money to shop, there are no ingredients in the refrigerator to cook," Nazri said straightening his goal with a feeling of fear.

Mahmed grinned. He looked hatefully at Nazri's lowered face, "Basic is uncivilized! You don't even know where to ask for money." Mahmed's words were so harsh and piercing. Nazri was very sad and angry to hear it but with all his heart Nazri tried to steadfastly ignore the pain that was getting deeper and deeper.

"Sorry, but you won't let me into your room. That's why I had to say it in sin–"

"Akhc!"

Be ill. It hurt so much that Nazri's wrist was held in a strong grip by Mahmed. The man heartlessly pulled Nazri upstairs ignoring Nazri who was almost sprained by accidentally stepping on his mukenya sheath.

With a burning anger Mahmed entered the room and immediately reached into the nightstand drawer took his wallet then approached Nazri who looked down scared in front of the room door. The man mercilessly threw Nazri's face with a large red sheet of rupiah.

"You want money, right? Here, eat this!"

Nazri closed his eyes deeply in the face of the direct humiliation of her husband. There was not the slightest bit of Nazri's pride in the man's eyes, he was insulting, cursing and even babysitting Nazri to the fullest extent without thinking about Nazri's hurt feelings.

"I'm just asking for the kitchen money. There's not much I'm asking for, but should you treat me like this?" Nazri's voice was so weak that only he could hear his own words.

Nazri's eyes glazed over and seemed to be perfectly wet, but he did not dare to look up afraid to look at Mahmed's gaze as if he wanted to kill him immediately.

"Listen to low women! No matter how much money you want from me, but never show your disgusting face in front of me. Understood?"

Sardonic. Very incisive. Everything contained insults and mockery, not a single bit of subtle words came out of his mouth.

"Do you understand what I'm saying? Huh?" Mahmed's voice loudly shouted at Nazri, unable to resist. Nazri just nodded little not wanting to make Mahmed even more angry.

"What a disgust, what a sin am I to have to marry a lowly woman like you!" decak Mahmed did not accept. For some reason every look at Nazri's face always managed to make him shrouded in emotion. As if Nazri made a big mistake to make Mahmed so vengeful, but Nazri–lah here who is completely innocent. Why is he always the one to blame?

Time that forced Mahmed to stop because he had to prepare to go to the office, he was forced to end his actions. Though he was eager to beat Nazri with a thousand insults and insults to make the woman was not at home and chose to leave. However, seeing Nazri who always received insulted without putting up the slightest resistance made Mahmed very angry.

If Mahmed had not kept his promise to his mother, he would have immediately divorced Nazri, but he could not do it at all and to escape this ridiculous bond he had to make the inner Nazri tormented so that by itself the woman chose to go and ask for a divorce from him.

"Go?" yell Mahmed. He entered the room and closed the door very hard to make Nazri stiffen afraid to see him.

Nazri stared blankly at the tightly closed door of the room. The poor girl fell weak with tears.

Mahmed's violence unceasingly tormented his inner self. It hurts so bad. If only for the choice? Nazri prefers to be physically tortured rather than internally. The wound was invisible, but the pain was deeply ingrained and Nazri himself was somehow able to survive this situation.

"Astagfirullah, Allah Akbar. Patience Nazri. It's just a minute." Tears still flowed smoothly from the eye, but he tried to be patient to strengthen his weak self.

Withstanding the tightness in his chest and the unpatched heart wound again hurt. Nazri crawled to quote the hundred thousand note that was scattered with a feeling of destruction.