That Cute Woman is my wife

I'm a Selfish Woman.

Shella cried in Akemi's arms, the woman sobbing as if lamenting a fate she never imagined. While Akemi keeps stroking Shella's hair. The man seemed not deterred to channel affection to the woman who had the status as his wife.

"I'm sorry Akemi, I'm a selfish woman. I don't think about how you feel when I say everything. I'm like a woman who doesn't know herself. I'm a stupid woman. How can I regret my decision. There is you, the man I choose, the man I love. Hiks, hiks, I'm sorry, "Shella said regretfully.

Akemi takes off her embrace, then wipes Shella's tears. And ended with a warm kiss on the woman's forehead.

"You don't have to blame yourself, baby, everything is the will above. Everything that happens is a divine plan. We just run the script from HIM" Akemi replied in a soft voice. Shella felt guilty. She was truly grateful for having an understanding husband like Akemi.

"You're too good for me, not only you, but your family as well. They accepted me unconditionally. I don't know what I would be without you. Hix, hyx, hyx." Shella again sobbed full of regret as well as moved. She is one of the lucky women in this world, for having Akemi.

"You don't have to go overboard like that, I'm just doing my duty as a human being and your husband" Akemi replied.

Shella looked into Akemi's silver eyes, she could see the man's million love for her. Love is white, with no blemish at all.

"Why do you love me that much?" Shella asked still looking into Akemi's eyes.

"Because you deserve to be loved dear." Akemi's reply made Shella feel even more guilty for hurting Akemi for a moment.

"Are you going to continue like this when I'm old?" Ask Shella next.

"Of course, we're going to age together, and raise our children together anyway. Even if your hair is bleached, your skin is wrinkled, and your body is fragile, I will still love you as I am today" Akemi replied sincerely. Shella felt loved more like a queen. Is Akemi's love for her?

"Thank you for loving me that much. We'll face this problem together. Forgive me for being selfish" said Shella, lowering her head. He regretted his over-indulgent attitude earlier.

"Dear, don't think about it. You are just shaken by Ibrahim's condition. I was also very shocked earlier when Aunt Nisa told me. To be honest he doesn't want you to know about Ibrahim's condition. Because he was afraid it would affect our relationship" Akemi explained. Shella's forehead wrinkled questioningly.

"Why?"

"Because he is convinced that you will visit Ibrahim more often than not must be with me. But I never felt ignored. It was not treason, but a sister's duty to her brother." I swear by anything, I want it to feel like Shella pocketed Akemi everywhere so that no other woman would glance and put her heart on her husband.

"Why do you trust me so much? what if I really betrayed you?" test Shella. The woman still wants to know how far the man who is her husband status put his trust in her.

"A woman who is willing to give up her love for the sake of taking care of a mother's heart, is it worth it not to be trusted? if someone else's paradise he guards, then why would his own paradise he ignore?" Shella hugged Akemi's body. He was absolutely moved every time he heard the man's answer. Thank God for giving me a husband like Akemi. Inner Shella.

"I'm sorry I'm not perfect, I'm too small for you. But you gave me the highest place by your side."

The two people of God's creation who love each other also completed a conversation that was quite emotionally draining and tears, and ended with a warm kiss. They finally went into the room to rest.

**

While this time Akemi did not accompany Shella, the handsome man was holding an important meeting for the construction of an orphanage in the B city area. He just told their private driver to drive Shella.

"Have you come?" said Ibrahim while looking at the face of Shella warmly. However, there was something different about that gaze this time. Like I was because of lack of sleep.

"Are you sick? why is your face so pale?" shella asked as gently as possible and was full of calmness. In truth, in her heart she was crying. Yes, he cried over Ibrahim's condition which was so alarming. Where the man's face looks so pale as bloodless. His eyes are soft, and he looks thinner.

"Yes, I'm sick. I'm sick when I have to be away from you" replied Ibrahim.

"But I'm here now, right?" shella replied in a made-up voice. Finally Abraham smiled. The man talks like a normal human if it's with Shella. However, when he faced others, it was as if he did not recognize this world.

"You haven't changed Shella, you're still just like a child. You were my old Ella. Pigtail-haired little girl. Ella and Babam." Ella and Babam are the names of Shella and Ibrahim. They often called her Ella and Babam. However, after the adult Shella stopped referring to Ibrahim as Babam, he called Kak Ibrahim more often. While Ibrahim remained faithful to mention the name of Shella with the name Ella.

"Yes Babam, I was your little girl first. Ella the pigtail. Does your sister still remember her?" shella replied with a smile.

"Of course I remember our childhood. I even remember how I pinched your hair. Would you like to try it?" Ibrahim seemed enthusiastic to piggyback Shella's hair like a child, as if repeating moments in the past.

"Do we have to do that?" ask Shella.

"Of course if you are willing. I even have a comb and a hair tie for you" replied Ibrahim steadily. Shella's forehead wrinkled questioningly. Where did Ibrahim get his hair tie and comb? isn't he a man? then how could he have all of that?

"Wait a minute" Ibrahim said later. The man took out a hair tie and a comb that was under the mattress where he slept. Somehow the story goes until the man has two of these objects.

"Here you go, look. I got a hair tie and a comb. I'm not lying, am I?" said Ibrahim while showing the two objects to Shella with a smile. The man looked like a child playing with his mother. Shella's heart became pinched, she felt pity for Ibrahim's current condition. Shella's eyes began to glaze over. He was so moved and sad at the same time. How could a man as good as Ibrahim have to bear such a heavy burden of life? what's this guy's fault? he only loves the woman he thinks deserves to be loved.

Shella nodded her head obeying Ibrahim's words. He was speechless, only body language could he display.

Before long Ibrahim began combing Shella's hair, the man was quite clever in tying hair. Without them realizing there were two pairs of eyes that saw the two from behind the door while crying full of haru.

"Look at Nisa, Shella's influence is so strong on our son. She was even like a normal human if it concerned Shella. It's like he doesn't have any disease at all." Yes, Nisa and her husband saw the togetherness of Shella and Ibrahim. Both seem to enjoy their togetherness, like a child who is playing around.

"You're right baby, Shella is Abraham's lamp. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about their real relationship. If only I hadn't blamed that poor woman first, maybe the story would have been different" Nisa replied in tears. And so does her husband. Although he did not make a sound, but the middle-aged man let out tears full of regret.

Sometimes parents are not always right in an event. Sometimes they have to look at the side of their children. If something is good in the eyes of religion, then fine is his life. However, if it is wrong in the eyes of religion, then it is up to God what HE wants.

To be continued.