Take Off Yourself

Retaliated

Yasmin, opened the veil and stared intently at her husband. His heart has been heating up, ever since. Can't wait, to beat her husband all out. Both of his hands clenched tightly, his anger already mounting.

Yasmin, take the sofa cushion and approach Hanafi.

Hanafi, frown. I don't know what Yasmin did. " What are you doing, Yasmin?". Ask, confused.

"Brengseeekk". Shouted Yasmin, as loud as possible.

Buugh....

Buugh....

Buugh....

Yasmin, hit her husband using a pillow. He, evaporate his emotions. "Feel you, mas. I'm, really mad at you". Shouted Yasmin, again. When else, mama? I, can beat you like this.

"Awluck....Auukk... Stop, Yasmin! Realize, don't be like this. You've, done kdrt Yasmin. I, can report this case". Hanafi, brushed off every hit of Yasmin. In fact, he could not avoid the violence of his wife. Damn it, is Yasmin possessed? Ahhh...That's not possible.

"Report it, mas. Let you, be satisfied. Me, just go into jail. Not just my parents, who were embarrassed. But you too, a kades". Yasmin said, smiling smrik. The look in his eyes, sharp. Better me, go to jail. Rather than live, with you.

Sweat drenched his forehead and face. The breath is dull, already. Tie her hair, detach and let her hair unravel freely. Several times, Hanafi continued to dodge Yasmin's punch. Yamg squabbling, Yasmin's punch. Sometimes using pillows, she also uses her hands.

Yasmin, still continued to beat her husband mercilessly. At one point, Yasmin kicked her husband's leg. With a thousand strokes, Hanafi received his wife's blow.

"Stop, Yasmin! No good, you hit your own husband". Hanafi, immediately stopped Yasmin's hand and squeezed her against the wall.

Yasmin, rebel no shame. His appearance was disheveled, his hair was already tangled. "Deliver,mas! Me, say loose!! Not satisfied, I hit you". Shouted Yasmin, not caring what the people around her said. She was very angry and wanted to hit her husband blindly.

"Don't yell, Yasmin. You, you've been making a noise like this". Shouted Hanafi, not losing as well. The two of them, looked at each other and were silent for a moment.

Again Yasmin, rebelled strongly and began to move away from the wall. Look, I won't stay silent. Although, you squeezed a body against a wall. Inner Yasmin, expending energy to resist.

Hanafi, be patient. He accidentally pushed Yasmin's body into a closet.

An object on top of the closet, fell down. "Yasmy....!!". Shouted Hanafi, instantly protecting his wife's body.

"Aaaakkhh....". Yasmine cried, who could not avoid it.

Praanggggs....

The decorative vase fell to the floor, breaking into pieces. Yasmin, the confusion. As for him, nothing happened and did not feel any pain. Apparently, Hanafi is protecting her.

Fresh blood flowed profusely, on Hanafi's forehead. Sontak makes Yasmin, surprised to see him.

"Bas.kamu". Lirih Yasmin did not believe what she saw. O Allah, it seems that Hanafi is the one who is affected.

"Why, looking at me with a sharp look? Don't be stupid, 'cause I helped you. Not willing if someone hurts, even things. Enough of me, who can hurt you". Hanafi firmly, with his loud voice.

"Mas, we're cleaning your wounds". Yasmin, immediately pulled on her husband's arm and sat down on the sofa.

She, approaching her husband who grimaces in pain."this is the mas, I clean it". Yasmin, start cleaning the wound using cotton.

"Auukkk... ssshhhttt". Ringis hanafi, stop Yasmin's actions.

"Patience, mas. You have to hold it, big body time. It's just like this, you're in pain". Yasmin's ejek, smiling smrik. Obviously it hurts, I didn't forget to put salt in this cotton. Then, I pretended to clean your wounds. It is so painful, enjoy it. It's sad, no matter how bad. More grievous, I see your treatment.

"Auuukk.so very sad, Yasmin. You should be thankful that I saved me". Decak Hanafi, glancing at Yasmin's face. Very close to her, lentic eyelashes, thin lips and in the fashion red lipstick polish. Facial skin, very smooth and sharp nose.

"Who asked you for help, who is it? I, papa, was hit by that vase. In fact, I'm grateful that you're gone". Yasmin replied, with ease.

"What's? You, pray that I don't? Durhaka you, Yasmin. Pray like that, which is not good". Hearing Yasmin's words, made her emotions stir.

Yasmin, who was furious. She, directly pressed on her husband's wound.

"Aaakkkhh.. ssshhhhttt". Hanafi, stay away.

"Grandfather,mas. Just put some salt in the cotton, then press your wound. That's why, so sad". Yasmin replied, smiling.

"Damn it, you fucked Yasmin. Pantesan aja, very clean". The Hanafi grunt, passed leaving Yasmin.

"Where are you going, mas? Here, I obati". Shouted Yasmin, ending with a giggle of laughter.

"No need, I can do it myself. Not that, treating but getting sick". Sahut Hanafi, from the kitchen.

"Related, mas? The wound, pretty bad. Thank God, you do not need me. Thank you very much, sometime it is again". Ledek Yasmin, although no comment from Hanafi.

It was satisfied that Yasmin, took revenge on her husband. His eyes were fixed on the broken, ornate vase. He, clean it up.

After she finished, she relaxed while thinking of something to fight her husband. "Hmmmm. I think I have an idea. It's all because of you, um. Now the war flag, it's flying". Yasmin, smile on her face.

While Hanafi, took pains to treat his injuries. He, grimacing and sore. sure enough, a few grains of salt on his forehead. "Your expert, Yasmin, is so brave, to prank me". His grunts, full of vengeance.

Done already, in the form of approaching his wife in the living room. Hanafi, don't like if Yasmin plays her phone. What's more, seeing the wife smiling to herself. I don't know why, he suddenly doesn't like it. There was jealousy, but it was directly on the edge.

"eeeeee.. It's over, treat the wound". Yasmin's naughtiness, seeing a bandage on her husband's forehead. Sure, there's a bump and a blue.

"From tomorrow, you don't have to teach anymore. If you don't follow my words, get ready your father scolds you again". Hanafi, reminding his wife.

Yasmin, twist her eyeballs. "Hmmm...Me, porotin tau tau rasa". Yasmin muttered, glancing towards her husband. "Mas, you're following me? So you know, if Faris finds me".

"Where am I, or? All that, it has nothing to do with you. Didn't you say yourself. Don't interfere in personal matters, take care of each one". Hanafi replied, smiling.

Surely Yasmin, was getting irritated with her husband. "Ck, apparently you are secretly watching my movements. Or, maybe you're blindly jealous of my ex-husband. All of a sudden, meet me". Yasmin, shifted her sitting position and approached Hanafi.

"Don't ge'er his camera, because my spies are many". Deny Hanafi, directly. Throwing your face in the other direction, trying to cover up the lie. Because Yasmin, never came home from teaching. He, intending , to approach Yasmin at school. Arriving at school, he undoes his intention to get closer.As his eyes, fixed on Yasmin and Faris were having a warm conversation. Out of anger, Hanafi immediately informed Yasmin's parents. Not forgetting, tell me everything. Including, Yasmin had always been against him.