Talak After Shah

Thousand Reasons

Adhan Shahuh woke me up. I immediately threw away my husband's hand that was coiled around my waist. I sat down and collected my life first.

"Bismilbornrahman nirrohiim, Alhamdulillaahil ladzi, ahyaanaa, ba'da maa, amataaa wa ilaihinnusyuur" my prayer in heart. Then I got out of bed and went to the room where my children were asleep.

I saw the three of them still soundly, before coming out, I fixed their blankets.

Head to the kitchen to fill the rice cooker afterwards and rotate the clothes.

I took the su**a package I put in the washing machine last night and put it in my husband's closet. After sorting the clothes between large and small clothes, I then turned the washing machine.

I returned to the kitchen, starting my usual routine. Cooking for breakfast for my husband and children.

I sighed deeply, as there was no sign my husband would wake up for the Shahid prayer.

I walked into the front room intending to wake her up. My husband rarely prays. At home he rarely prayed, especially outside? it was certain that five times he had actually left.

"Shajuh, get up." I said standing on the edge of the bed.

Silence, no response or reaction.

"Shalat shabuh, do not become a habit of leaving prayer" again I said in the hope that he would wake up

"The prayer prevents vile and condescending acts. If we are sinful, repent immediately because no one knows when the end is coming"

Still quiet. My husband really didn't move.

"Do you want to pray, or do you want to pray?" I said this time while shaking his hand in annoyance

My husband opened his eyes heavily.

"Is shubuh bun?" ask her with a distinctive sound of waking up

"From now on" I replied a little annoyed.

My husband sat down and rubbed his eyes. After that, I hugged my waist.

"Good morning my love" he said as he placed his chin on my shoulder.

I was silent unmoved, my face was flat with no expression.

"Still silent?" tanyakanya.

I took her hand off my waist and stood up

"Wand first, after that prayer" I said without looking at him

"Cold" my husband replied as he looked up at me.

"Against Allah it must be in a state of holiness, not in a state of junub" I said while making a go.

After his wife died, Andi was stunned to hear his wife's last sentence. Junub's? does he know? Andi started to get nervous.

Not wanting to linger with a variety of bad thoughts, he immediately got up and grabbed the towel hanging behind the door. Soon he entered the bathroom next to the bathroom.

In his clothes and hung them in a place that was already available, before turning the shower he reflected to see his face in the reflection of a mirror in front of him.

How surprised he was when he saw the red marks on his chest and collarbone. Roughly squeezing her hair, then punching the bathroom wall.

"Yes Alloh" he said as he rubbed his face rough. Be aware now what caused his wife's change of attitude last night.

His mouth cursed the carelessness he had done. Why would he be this reckless, why would he be caught now.

Again she remembered Beautiful, her eyes swollen, her silence, her coldness. His heart throbbed pain as he remembered the puffy eyes. Worry covers his heart now. On the one hand he loves his family, on the one hand there is Tina who is very tempting faith.

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"I can tell you everything is bun" my husband said as he met me who was drying clothes.

I was silent, as if I had not heard his voice.

"It's a misunderstanding bun" he added again

I still keep busy myself by continuing to put the clothes I have dried into the basket for later I sunbathe.

"Mother" he said as he was about to grab my hand

As fast as lightning I raised my hand. I don't think I wanted him to touch my hand at the time

"Enough" I said, raising my hand. That made him stop.

"I can be connected" he added again

"There's nothing to connect with, everything proves that you're playing behind my back. That cup is not enough huh?" my voice began to rise.

"Not so bun, mother was wrong" again he defended himself

Disappointed, I pushed her on the shoulder and then I came out of the bathroom.

"Wait for bun" he told me in my footsteps.

Frustrated, my husband finally let me go and left him alone in the room.

The next second he began to open his wardrobe intending to change into a work shirt. And again he was surprised by his own actions when he saw the sut** package located on top of his pile of clothes.

He rubbed his face in frustration. He could feel how disappointed his wife was. The plastic wrap was then inserted into the pants and intend to throw it in a roadside trash can when leaving for work later.

I'm in the kitchen right now alone filling my husband's lunchbox. Although I was angry and disappointed in him, but I did not forget my duty. But my hand stopped as negative thoughts flashed through my head. Did this stuff eat? Or it could be thrown away because he will have lunch with his affair.

While I was pensive, my husband appeared.

"Bun?" again he called expectantly.

I closed the luncbox, then put it on the table. Whether he takes it or not, I don't care.

"Bun, please don't do this. I swear, this is not what you see and think" he said again to give an explanation.

"I don't want to argue, the kids are still sleeping and Dian's coming soon. I don't want the children to be distracted by my angry cries" I replied in a cold voice.

My husband sat down. Many times he rubbed his face rough. I went back to the bathroom to continue my stalled routine.

"Bun, father is leaving" my husband said shortly afterwards.

He followed me to my room. There he found me sitting in front of the window.

I pretended not to hear.

His hand was extended in the hope that I would kiss the back of his hand like I used to do every time he went to work. But I just kept quiet, not responding.

Andi, don't you think I'm used to all this. I hurt Andi, so sick. Look, it's not gonna be forever Andi. You hurt me, I'll pay it back. Once you hurt me, a thousand times I'll make you regret it