The Candidate of Kaka Ipar

CHAPTERS. 33 Are misunderstood

Saints sat on the floor near the bed by embracing her two legs and her head she hid on her thighs, her eyes were sore to immediately let out tears, when she saw the strange attitude of her husband, her husband, just when she woke up her husband had just come out of her office, after the magrib prayer she invited her husband to eat, but her husband refused on the grounds of a lot of work, then her husband entered the work room again.

After the time of prayer isya, her husband was like the maghrib prayer earlier, her husband prayed together with her, after immediately entering the room where her husband worked. Suci knew that her husband was avoiding her, and in her husband's eyes there was a look of disappointment. Suci smiled grimacing while holding back her tears, it turns out that there will be no one who can accept her past, Arkan is just a husband, while her brother always cornered her past.

" I'm sorry, I'm honest because I don't want to know from other people, I'm afraid I'm angry that the truth knows from others, but in the end I'm still angry. Mom, my heart hurts, where should I be now? I'm just a normal human being, who has never escaped sin."

Holy tears that from earlier she could not just slide, her chest hurt, because it was 23.00WIB, her husband had not just come out of his office. Indeed, at 21:00WIB, Suci always refused, she always thought that her husband was busy, even though she had seen a disappointed look from the face of her husband, she always refused, but after 23:00WIB her husband has not returned to bed, he just realized that his husband did not accept his past.

" Gold, I'm better off in the same maki mas, than I avoid me, my heart hurts, as if that mas jiji is the same as my body."

Holy was crying louder, she clenched her own mouth, she did not want her cries to be heard by her husband, even occasionally she also hit her chest that hurt.

" I'm a woman of many sins, but if you avoid me, I don't know what to do. Mas who said that you should not avoid problems, but mas himself who avoids problems, why do you have to do this to me? Why don't you see me like Kaka? It hurts more when you just shut up."

Suci continued to cry, while occasionally staring at the door of her husband's office, even to knock on the door of her husband's office she did not dare, he said, all he could do was cry to relieve the pain in his chest.

The Holy Body had started to tremble, the floor he was sitting on the night was getting cold, but he did not move from his seat at all, he was still faithfully sitting on the floor while hiding his face, he was still sitting on the floor, his hair was messy, not even just hit his chest, he also repeatedly grabbed his own hair because his head began to turn dizzy.

" Don't be like this, please don't avoid me mas."

The clock was at 02.00WIB, but her husband still had no sign of leaving his office.

" What are you doing in there?"

In the end with the trembling body Holy tried to stand up, she walked slowly to the front door of her husband's study while wiping her tears that continued to flow. The saint knocked on the door of her husband's office.

Tock.

" Dad, are you still working?"

There was no answer from her husband's room, she knocked on the door once more

Tock.

Suci asked in a shouting tone, but again with no answer from her husband, she sighed heavily while sitting at her husband's door.

" Don't be like this mas, tell me the same, whatever I will do, in order for the mas to accept my past, but never avoid me mas, I don't want to be treated like this."

Holy Tears were getting louder again, after she wiped her tears, her chest was getting sick when she saw the door of her husband's office was not open.

After a long time Suci sat in front of the door of her husband's office, she decided to clean up, then did the tahajud prayer, because only complaining with Yes her Lord would make her mind calmer, if he wept more and did not pour out his heart to his Lord, the feeling he was only getting sicker, he would not find peace at all, he considered it right in the words of his late father, his late father, no matter how much trouble he faced just praying and pouring his complaints on the Lord will make him calmer.

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Arkan in his room still silent, he resuscitated his head at his desk, he occasionally stared at the hour that had been getting closer to morning, he was eager to see his wife, whether she was asleep or not, whether she had been asleep or not, but he did not dare now, since the honesty of his wife this afternoon made him avoid, he only needed time to think things through, he needed time between releasing or maintaining his household, he said, because if he does not think and choose to defend, he does not want his wife more hurt, he does not want his wife always harbored his pain alone.

" Why do you have to accept me Uci? I don't need a favor from you, I don't even need a thank you, I just want you to improve 3 years ago, and you did that already, I'm so happy Uci, because you want to learn from the past, but that doesn't mean you sacrifice your happiness to return the favor to me, I really don't need that, then where should I be Uci? What am I supposed to do now? I still remember very well the first condition that you proposed, but I also do not want to keep you Uci, I do not want to torture your heart more, I am love and love you Uci, Uci, I can't be that selfish to hurt your feelings."

Arkan's chest was very sick, his right hand was clenched firmly, his disappointment was so deep towards his wife, he was disappointed that his wife sacrificed happiness for him.

" Uci, I know you're honest to be open with our relationship, but your honesty makes my heart disappointed and hurt Uci, I just felt happy one day, but already feel disappointed again."

Arkan rubbed his face violently, his eyes were sore, he was not a whiny person, but ever since he sat in a wheelchair became sensitive, what else now he has hurt the heart of the woman he loves, obviously he was very sad. Arkan who was not strong withstood the pain in his chest, he hit his chase table many times.

Bugc...

Bugc...

Bugc...

His desk was fine, but Arkan's hand was bleeding a lot, but he still did not feel the pain in his hand, which only hurt his chest.

" I'm sorry, Uci, I'm sorry again."

Arkan again felt guilty to his wife, again he said an apology, no matter how many times he apologized. The blood on Arkan's hand dripped all the way to the floor, but he didn't care about it, because his mind kept thinking about his wife.