Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

41. He's Not The Wrong One

The woman covered her mouth. Kiara stepped her foot into the room slowly. Really? Is this a place that her husband really likes?

The woman's body was spinning, the walls of the room were filled with photos of women. Beautiful, and also her clothes are very covered. A thin smile fell on his lips, not a sincere smile because it looked very sinful. Kiara took a small frame. The woman rubbed the photo with a very soft swipe.

"Mas Abie's. You look so happy when you're with her. That woman also seems to love you so much!"

The woman was bitter. Kiara held tightness in her chest, if rethought, she and her husband only had one photo, and even a wedding photo. Kiara thought Habibie had never liked such things, but it was not. What Habibie doesn't like is herself.

After being satisfied to see the photos, Kiara walked towards the closet. Open the closet slowly so that it was all the clothes belonging to the late house. Kiara picked up one of the gamis hanging there. He raised the robe to match it with his tiny body.

"He's taller than me" muttered Kiara. A heavy breath sounded from the woman's mouth. Kiara doesn't know that her husband hasn't moved on. Habibie must still love his first wife very much.

"This bed must be Mas Abie's favorite bed. Still scented and clean!"

Kiara just rubbed the mattress slowly. He walked away from there. Kiara was about to exit the room, but, her eyes unintentionally glanced at a book on the table.

Out of curiosity, Kiara returned. The woman took the book, sat on the edge of the bed to open the sheet by the width of the dairy.

"Assalamualaikum, Beautiful. Yes Humaira, how are you today. It's been five years since we've been together. He asked Abi to marry a woman. I have no love for that woman. But I have to respect Abi's decision."

The first sheet is still mediocre. Kiara continued to open the next sheet after sheet. However, even on the last sheet, Kiara did not find any kindness there. As Kiara knew, Habibie was really forced to marry her. The man did not like or love her at all, even if it was just a fingernail.

Stiffness, pain. Everything becomes unbecoming. Kiara was frightened, the woman's hand had already started shaking when the sheet that seemed to be the sheet was born she would open.

"Yes Humaira, Mas did what you wanted. Like you said in your dream, you've done your duty to Kiara. Mas will try to make the woman happy so that you are happy there. She loves you so much. Whatever you ask, I'll try to make it happen. Until now, the woman you love is still you, Aisyah. And at any time, only you will be in my heart."

Kiara could not resist the urge of tears that forced her to come out. Habibie. That's as shit to him. In fact, the pain in the core of his body was still not gone, but what the man said, Habibie his behavior to make other women happy. And that woman is dead?

Both of Kiara's hands were clenched very tightly. The woman hit her chest several times. Kiara put her book back on the table and then moved on. One step later, the woman staggered. His body collapsed on the floor. Kiara lowered her head, roaring in an endless sense of tightness.

"Mas Abie's. Kiara gives Kiara confidence for Mas Abie. Looky!" The woman raised both her hands, it clearly showed Kiara's fingers were covered in plaster. "I hurt myself to make you happy. But what did I get? You betrayed my trust. You hurt my heart, Habibie, I hate you. I hate you so much."

Kiara hit her left chest again. The woman was crying with a very soft voice. Kiara is completely destroyed. He will accept if Habibie can't love him yet. However, why Habibie had to take up her personality just to make other women happy. Was it worthless until Habibie was so heartless.

"Near!"

Suddenly a heavier and more resolute baritone voice was heard. Kiara looked down, she smiled then turned around.

"What are you doing in that room?" ask Habibie to panic. He shifted Kiara's body, removing the woman from his path to look into the room. A few moments later, he looked back at Kiara.

"Kiara answered me! What are you doing in my wife's room? I told you never to set foot in this room. Didn't you hear what I said?"

"Wife?" kiara muttered in a very soft voice. The woman refused to answer, preferring to walk away.

"Near!" Habibie shrieked while pulling Kiara's hand making the woman jolt very strongly.

"Don't act stupid like this. You're what's wrong? I asked, why didn't you answer huh? It is unclear what I asked. I gave it all enough. My attention, my time. I came home early just wanting to see you, but you-!"

"Enough!" Kiara shouted while covering her ears. The woman turned around, looking up at her husband with tears. "You said this is your wife's room? You said you came home just because of me? .. I'm also your wife if you forget, Mister!"

Kiara held back the tightness she felt. "I never force you to love, love, and pity me just so that your wife who has become that land is happy. I ... marry you, not to be a slave or to be an object, your imaginary madness, sir."

Kiara turned her face away occasionally. "You know, everything you say is a lie. Your concern is just a cover. You were never really sincere to me. Your mouth and heart are dirty! Your affection is bullshit. And one more thing, you're an example of a human mind defect, sir. Your sanity must be questioned."

"Near!" Habibie shouted that the people in the house immediately gathered downstairs. They're all scared.

"Why? Want my slap? Just hit! Hit me until you are satisfied. The external injuries are no problem for me, sir. But you've hurt me up to my heart."

Kiara turned around, the woman was reluctant to see or hear her husband's face and voice.

"Kiara ... come back and we get it all done! Why are you suddenly crazy like this?"

The woman was pretty hard. "Okay, let's get everything done. My talk right now, sir. Better end this toxic marriage. Never make me the unscrupulous purifier you do! You have abused me. And by Allah, until any time, I will not be sincere."