TerLove (Love After Wedding)

Error part 3

Anas is shocked to see his wife talking to Peter. His chest was rumbling hot and his heart was exploding. His jaw hardened as his tightly clenched hand.

Jealousy and anger were certainly lodged in his mind. Why would Cantika betray the trust he gave her? Was he too stupid to trust that woman? Or rather Anas was overconfident. There was no way a woman like Cantika would easily give her heart.

Apparently Cantika was secretly still expecting the man.

His heart melos when remembering that his rival was riding a luxury car, while he was just riding a rusted iron horse. He doesn't have to compete with Peter. It is only fitting that his wife would still want to be in touch with that handsome, tyrannical man. But still he is more entitled to Cantika. He was the woman's husband.

Anas slowly approached Cantika who was then immediately dangling after seeing her. The girl looks nervous.

"It's midnight, is it appropriate for a married woman to be outside the house?" His tone was slow but intimidating. His gaze was between anger and heartache.

Cantika gave him a quick glance then looked down. His body trembled with fear. "Ma.sorry. Maaass..."

"Return up, we gotta go home. I haven't rested because I've been looking for you."

"Sorry.." still down and reluctant to get on the bike. That guy looks more creepy than the six.

"My motorbike is already blind and can not be compared with the luxury car owned by your ex-boyfriend. But this can still be useful at least to prevent your feet from being scratched if you have to walk home."

And the soft words even sounded sharp piercing the heart. Means Mas Anas already knew that I was escorted by Peter. Duh, how is this?

Cantika immediately got into the two-wheeled vehicle. Anas took it slow.

"It's bad luck on my bike. Just glimpsed when needed, and ignored when there is a better vehicle. But it's okay, even if ugly can at least still be useful." The man smiled crazily.

Cantika knew full well that her husband was insinuating her. But Anas's guess is not true. He didn't mean that.

Without feeling now the beautiful face was puffy because it was drained by a clear circle that came from his eyes. Seeing Anas hurt, he felt it too. Perhaps her heart was more torn because her husband had misunderstood her.

Now they have arrived in front of the house. The motorbike is usually parked there without being locked because the environment in the village is quite safe. No one would steal a blind vehicle like that.

Anas breezed towards the house leaving his wife still standing by the motorbike. The man came back to Cantika.

"When do you stand up? Outside the air is cold. You can catch a cold especially if you wear open clothes like that." And again, even though the tone of his speech is slow still sounds creepy and intimidating.

Cantika lowered her head while squeezing her fingers. His chest grew more turbulent and his body grew shivering. Her husband turned into such a frightening figure.

Anas went back into the house without waiting for his wife.

God, he's really pissed. What should I do?

Cantika took the air out of her mouth violently. His feet stepped slowly towards the house that currently looked like a sickroom. She locked the door and stood next to her husband who was sitting in a chair.

Without looking, the man spoke. "Cantika, where's your shirt? Why are you suddenly wearing more revealing clothes like that?"

"It's.buyin Gladis. I've tried to refuse but she se.." not finished talking because cut off her husband's words.

"I didn't ask where that shirt was or who it was. I just want to know where that shirt is and why are you wearing that short shirt? Is it because you want to flirt with your ex-girlfriend?"

"Mas, why are you talking about that?" Staring at Anas with teary eyes.

"I'm just concluding what I saw earlier." Still staring in the other direction.

"What you see is not what you imagine. I was driven by Peter, but there was another in the car. I'm not both with him."

Anas scrunched the base of his nose. "You better go to the bathroom. Clean your mouth that smells of alcohol. After that sleep. I'm going to rest too."

Cantika covered her mouth with both hands. His chest is getting more and more broken. The problem will be bigger because her husband knows what she has done.

***

Cantika has brushed her teeth and washed her face. After changing clothes, she approached her husband who was still sitting in the living room.

"Mas, don't you want to sleep?" ask him in a standing position.

"I'm sleeping here." The answer without looking.

"Is it because you're still angry so you don't want to sleep in my same room?"

Anas.

"Mas, I can clear everything. I don't have...."

"Don't talk about it now, my emotions aren't stable. I could have uttered words that were not pleasant to hear when I was angry. You better go to the room, I want to be here alone." The man desperately held back his anger.

Cantika no longer spoke. With a heavy heart he dragged his feet towards the bed. Lying his body violently then bowing hugging the bolster. His face is now back with more and more tears. She was crying over her husband's cold attitude. But isn't that also because of his stupidity? He should have refused his friends. Mas, I'm sorry. I really am nyesel!

A few minutes later, his nose caught a charred smell. He got up and found out. When out of the room, Cantika's eyes widened to see her husband who was burning something. That's..... He approached Anas to protest.

"Mas, why did you burn my clothes?" tanyanya panic. However, Gladis's clothes still want him to wear. It was a pity that if it had to be destroyed let alone the price was also very expensive, it was impossible for him to buy it at this moment.

"It's not a dress worth wearing, it's too revealing." Said Anas while staring at the small blaze that devoured the black cloth.

"But...." She did not dare to continue her words because other than being afraid, she also did not want her husband to be offended.

Anas clenched his hands tightly when he imagined his wife wearing such a shirt. Showing the beauty of his body to a man named Peter. And now, after harboring the heat in his chest, some of his anger exploded.

"How dare you wear a shirt like this and show your curves to other men!" This time his voice sounded shrill. Even his eyes were red with rage.

Cantika lowered her head with a trembling body. That guy was really scary. "I'm sorry.." he said.

"Go to the room, I don't want to lose control!"

Cantika immediately returned to bed. He again cried while cursing his own stupidity.

The corner of his eyes was watery and without waiting for long, his cheeks were also wet. His heart was sliced because of Cantika's disappointing attitude. There was regret in his mind. Why did he choose to marry that woman? Women who are clearly of bad character.

A moment later, he rubbed his face rough while chanting Istighfar. "No. Maybe I should be even more resolute in educating her! Was she not my rightful wife? I am the most entitled to everything related to Cantika."

It is undeniable that there are certainly whispers of the devil that will tempt. It disturbs everyone to make wrong decisions. But Anas tried to dismiss all his negative thoughts.

***

Neither Cantika nor her husband could close their eyes overnight. They continue to be disturbed by the problem that has not been resolved.

Cantika even today was still as unwilling, causing her eyes to swell. His eyes and nose were also red.

While Anas was struggling in the kitchen. Even though he stayed up all night, he continued to carry out his routine as usual. After all, he had to make a living by selling.

At eight in the morning, the man sat on the front porch waiting for the buyer. There are some people coming. After serving them, Anas spooned a little rice into the dish and then stored it on the middle room table.

He knocked on the door. "Eat first, the rice is on the table." There was no voice from within. "Don't make yourself sick, I'll be the one who bothers!" He also returned to the terrace.

Cantika was more reluctant after hearing her husband's voice. Why is he still paying attention? It makes me feel more guilty.

Anas returned to the house after a while. Since the rice on the table was still intact, then he knocked again on the door of the room. "Cantika, eat! Do you deliberately want to make me feel tormented and guilty?" Although expressed tightly, but heard if there is anxiety tucked in his words.

Finally the man opened the door forcefully. He almost fell because he tried to break down the door that was not actually locked. If only in a normal situation, his wife would have been eager to see him.

Anas cleared his throat slowly to ward off embarrassment. Know this I don't have to bother to spend a lot of energy.

Cantika was still bowed while shedding tears. She sat on the edge of the bed, turning her back to her husband so that the face was not visible.

"Why not breakfast? Do you want to get sick and make me bother? Who really should be angry? Why am I the one who seems to be doing evil to you? Shouldn't I be the one to silence you like that?!" asked Anas without pause but uttered in a low tone.

"I'm ashamed of you, Mom. I've done something wrong. I'm so sorry.hiks..hiks..." His cry broke again, even now his voice sounded raucous.

"Let's talk about this after you eat. If not, then I'll never want to hear your explanation." He also went to the terrace.

Cantika wiped her tears. He forced his body to rise towards the middle room. Sit on the chair facing the plate. I know that Mas Anas still loves me even though it's a lick. He's always attentive. But I prefer you to always smile. Huwa..I am a bego because I have lied to my good husband like you, Mas.

She still cries even though she chews. Just a few mouthfuls, he stopped eating it because it really could no longer be forced.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Anas is still sitting on the terrace. Cantika ventured to approach him. He's standing in the doorway.

"Mas, can I talk?" he said while looking down.

Anas only took a deep breath while staring at the street in front of the house. No words were spoken from his mouth.

"Can we talk inside?" Cantika looked at him fixedly.

Anas got up from his seat and stepped into the living room without looking. He sat there while his wife chose to stand beside him.

"Mas, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I'm..."

"Say, what is your fault?!" Still not going to sit. His speech sounded scary even though it was said in a low voice.

"A. I. actually went to the same club as my friends. In..." Suddenly he had trouble speaking. His heart is now racing so fast.

"You went to a nightclub and had drinks with them?"

"I.iya. But.I only drink a little. That's also to appreciate them. I didn't want to, but they insisted. Ja.so.so..."

"Look, respecting friends does not mean you have to follow all their desires especially if it is a sin. You should be able to refuse!" His tone began to rise.

"Sorry..."

"Why did you go with him?"

Without mentioning her name, Cantika already knew if her husband meant her ex-lover. He explained in detail about everything that happened last night. Anas tried to digest everything he heard. There was a sense of worry when he learned that his wife was being bullied by thugs. But since Cantika is fine, she hides her feelings. Anas kept a cold face.

"If I hadn't let you go, none of that would have happened. You've worried me twice. And this time it was even worse. From now on you can't go again with your friends let alone with that guy!"

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Mom. I'm sorry."

"Cantika, you don't value me as a husband. Don't you really love me? You still seem to want to be with that guy."

Cantika sat down next to Anas and held his hand. "Mas, I told you that last night I accidentally met him. And all you have to know is that right now my heart belongs to you."

Anas is now silent. His feelings are still filled with anger. He didn't know whether to believe his wife's words or not?

"Mas, look at me! I really sincerely love you. I promise I'll fix myself." His hands held the man's face to face each other.

Anas tried to dive into the brownish bead. "Do you love me sincerely?"

"Yes, I love you so much, Mom." The answer is without doubt. "You want to give me a chance, right?!"

"Try to be a good woman. You're not a kid anymore, you know what's wrong and what's right. You can be friends with anyone, as long as it does not lead you to evil. And remember, don't show your curves to men other than your own husband. One more thing, don't get in touch with any man!"

"Yes, Mas. I'm gonna make an effort. I'm sorry.I'm really nyesel."

"I hope you can learn a lot from this mistake."

Cantika hugged the man tightly. "I promise I won't do that again. I don't want to hurt you." The woman is crying again. Her regret grew more because she saw the greatness of her husband's heart.