The Heart Of The Wife On Honey

Chapter 6 I'm the one who was wasted

"You dare yell at your husband!!! "

"Yes, because I have ignored the commandments of my Lord! "

"You! "

"Ma ... "

Plaque ...

Plaque ...

Spanking again and again I get. Somehow the slap this time did not hurt even though I knew the corner of my lips was bleeding again.

In my weak body I felt braved the courage to look into my husband's eyeballs looking at me sharply.

I no longer see myself in Vandu, as if I were seeing someone else. Since when did mas Vandu put trivial things first dare to leave his obligations and rule me.

"Ka.. You slapped me again, mas?"

I said with a pushy and painful gaze pierced into the eyeball of Mas Vandu.

"Yes, even I can do more than this. Now make some food!"

"I don't want to! "

Again, I had no courage from which I refused his request. I usually just shut up and obey. This time, though, Vandu has gone too far.

"You ...,"

Grep ...

I gasped and grimaced when Mas Vandu grabbed my hijab so interested in making a pentul needle puncture the skin under my chin.

"Look good, you're my wife so you have to obey! "

"The wife that betrayed me! "

Bruk ...

My body fell into the floor due to the encouragement of Vandu mas, I stare and full of pain may become hatred with what mas Vandu made.

My hands clenched tightly as my eyes stared at the shadowy figure behind Mas Vandu who was smiling mocking me.

"You really make me sick, you barren, handicapped wife. I've been merciful all this time to take you in but you can't give me satisfaction and a child"

"Astagfirullah .., istigfar, mas. "

Plaque ...

"Don't fucking do it!!! "

"Listen well from tonight, I'm telling you Laila Asma Ar-rohman. I forbid you touch a disabled woman!"

Elrir ...

Like in a lightning strike in broad daylight, my heart seemed to be in the narrow rock very tight and sick.

Yes Robbi, yes Rohman yes Rohim is this real or just a nightmare. Thisismy story. The story stops here! this is Your answer, Robbi told me to stop holding on.

This is your answer, Robb!

Why ill?

"Go from my house. Don't step your foot in here because I forbid it. Fucking women don't know at profit. I'm sure no man will ever pick you up on the basis of a barren woman"

Destroyed was my pride in humiliation, in caci, hurt and thrown away.

My tears kept rebelling asking to come out staining my cheeks that had been torn by a slap.

This is the figure of the man I am proud of, and love him had the heart to hurt, torment my body and mind many times.

I'm wasted, as far as where I have to go.

My pride is despised and abandoned.

Enough Laila is enough! don't you keep crying over that jerk.

But I'm not that strong. My tears kept pressing and rebellious wanting to come out and I couldn't stop it anymore.

With weight I put both of my feet, I don't know what time it is. It may have been very night proved from the seemingly desolate atmosphere but I kept dragging both my legs heavily.

Sometimes I fall down and wake up because I can't stand the pain and tightness.

I don't know how many times I have fallen to make my palms hurt but I don't care. I want to go, go where in this place I have no family.

All my family is in Jakarta, how can I go there even I don't hold a penny.

"Keep up Laila ya Rohman ..."

My lilir was sick, tight, disappointed, angry mixed into one constricting my heart making it hard for me to breathe.

Five years I struggled to keep him company and devoted myself to that jerk guy. Five months of my devotion was repaid with pain and betrayal.

Until I was thrown away painfully.

Duars ...

Ctc ...

Bruk ...

My body fell down with the sound of thunder and lightning simultaneously. It was as if nature was cursing me. They laughed at me, mocked me weak. Until the raindrop fell as if caressing my soul made me understand one thing.

Nature doesn't laugh at me nor does it mock me. But, they seemed to be calling me through the fall of rain. As if the rain is giving the message, do not be afraid, do not be sad. Take out all your sorrow and pain, with me you are safe. No one sees, laughs at your fragility and helplessness because of your sorrow and pain I drown with the rain that is getting heavier.

"Ah .. pain to Robb. Pain ...,"

I screamed drowning with the rain. The heat in my body slowly turned cold hugging my body until it pierced into the bone.

This is my destiny, this is my story. Stopped within five years of devotion and within five months also crashed and set aside.

Where should I go! in this city I have no one. Not even a cell phone I brought. Because that jerk guy just kicked me out of the way, didn't let me carry a dime of money and a piece of clothing.

I crammed down while hugging both of my knees tightly. The coldness made my body shiver with trembling lips either because of the cold or because it was too painful to keep crying.

I was alone and frightened, where should I take shelter just to dry my clothes so as not to get too wet.

I try to get up and walk the rest of my energy. It was raining and dark. There was only a light of lightning that illuminated my weak footsteps. It was as if God had sent lightning to light up the darkness of the night.

Aren't I alone. The proof is that God helped me in his own way without me asking. He's with me, if not! how can I still walk and endure the torrent of rain if it were not for the strength and help of God.

La haula wala kuata Ilahi billah, is there no power of effort and strength except His help. Why am I afraid, God is with me. God is testing me to the point where I can be patient.

"Oh Allah not now ...,"

My lilir shook holding my head which felt throbbing and spinning. Sometimes I get rain that blocks my vision. I don't know where I'm headed right now the most important thing is I just want a shelter.

"God do not, at least let Laila pass out in the shade, "

My inner scream hurts while biting my lower lip which is getting trembling. My head was throbbing even as my vision began to blur.

"This is my last breath, if so. Forgive the sin of Laila, O Allah, even Laila still owed two prayers, "

Lilirku slowly with awareness that began to make me unable to walk anymore.

A speck of light ahead there is seen in my eyesight. Over time the light grew bigger as if drowning my weak self.

Even my eyes were too glare to look at her made me smile to feel that this was really the end of my life.

"Laila is sincere about Robb, "

I smiled at the rest of my consciousness where I heard my name being called. Could it be the angel Izrail, the angel of the lifethrower from which he will take my life.

"Laila, "

"Goddessa, Lailaaaa ... "

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