The Huckold Married??

Gotta Go

I don't know how long Deefa had been crying tears of lamenting what had happened until she finally realized that she was no longer a wife and it was no dream.

Everything that happened was a reality that he had to face, a reality that destroyed his soul and body, Raffan had divorced him and that meant they were nobody, they were not tied to the marriage, which meant that he could no longer stay in one house, and it made Deefa aware to get out of the house immediately.

They were no longer mahrams and that made Deefa shed tears again despite her repeated wiping, trying to remove the trace of crying on her face but it felt useless, she said, when he tries to wipe it and then it will come back down the other tears.

The woman set her breath so that her feelings were a little better but still did not change, her feelings remained the same pain sad disappointed all mixed up.

Slowly he moved to get off the bed while hugging the blanket that Raffan had worn to cover his body, remembering that he became unable to resist sobs.

He became really weak but he was forced to stay strong in the face of the trials God was giving him.

He had to leave this house, but before he had to pick up clothes in the upper room, the room which was also occupied by Raffan and earlier he did not hear the sound of a purple vehicle, but he had to pick up clothes, that means her ex-husband is in the room, upstairs, not sure if Deefa's thinking about it.

The woman put her clothes back on and then with a very slow movement she stepped towards the door, now she will take her clothes in the iron room, yesterday morning he remembered he had ironed his clothes after lifting them from the clothesline only he had not had time to move them into the closet.

Somehow everything he did so often he just left it, not immediately he finished, maybe he had too many thoughts until his focus became divided.

Her steps felt very heavy and hesitant as she lifted her face to look towards the top floor, the floor where her husband was now.

Sculpting for a moment and then again continue the step toward the place he was headed to enter the room whose door was always open and immediately fixed on a pile of clothes that folded neatly.

Immediately take his clothes and underwear and the gown on the hanger, after getting what he was looking for he rushed back to the room, he had to clean up after that waiting for Raffan to come out of the room so he could take all his clothes.

They are no longer husband and wife, no ties whatsoever, obviously not to be on one roof even in the same room.

Deefa who had cleansed herself was sitting on the edge of the bed with movements that seemed restless, and, the corner of his eye was still letting out tears that did not know why it would not stop as if there was a spring in it that never dried up.

His two hands were also already interlocked, squeezing out like he was channeling all the whacky feelings within his soul and mind.

It's been almost an hour that she's kept silent in the room waiting with no certainty when her ex-husband will come out and let her into the room to take all her clothes so she can get out from a house that holds a million memories.

Deefa will never forget her domestic journey that must end at the age of marriage which is even a few months away to step on one year.

A marriage that may be so short but so many memories that he will not be able to forget even if he wants to.

The woman who was black with a matching veil turned towards the door, her hands hesitating to open the door when her ears caught the thumping step that was coming down the stairs.

The heavy steps of her husband's return made her cry considering the word divorce which she had just received an hour and a half ago.

The pace that he will never hear after tonight, tomorrow he will never be in this house again.

This was his last day and did he satisfy himself first before he actually left?

Did he cry again to regret what had happened?

Deefa leaned her head against the door leaf with her hands ready to open it.

Her mouth said basmalah before fully establishing herself open the door of the room that separated her from the other room that had been passed by her ex-husband.

Deefa's breath was choked with a slow motion she let out a little of her head, looked and put her ears on well to make sure Raffan was where he was.

His ears hear the sound of a spoon clashing with a glass indicating that Raffan is now in the kitchen making a drink that looks like Tea, there is no way coffee because Deefa does not smell at all fragrant coffee in hot water.

Deefa's heart melos save disappointed, when she was crying and dissolved in sadness, the man who had just divorced her could be so calm as if he had never done anything.

Deefa did not know what Raffan was feeling at the moment, whether sad was also disappointed.

Deefa's footsteps so quickly climbed up the steps of the staircase and into the room without closing it she had to quickly pick up all her clothes before Raffan returned.

The movement of Raffan who was stirring tea stopped when he saw the food on the table.

The food that had not been touched at all looked cold, he remembered Deefa had offered him to eat, but the feeling of anger made him become upset, not caring and ignoring his ex-wife's offer but instead doing evil things.

Indeed, he himself felt himself evil, screwing the woman who became his wife in a state of anger and then after dropping the talaq.

Maybe he is the cruelest man on earth, a jerk just because of the emotion of doing what must have hurt the woman he loves.

He admitted he loved Deefa very much, not dismissing her after realizing how great a taste she had for the woman, but the ego destroys everything just because he wants to show that he never messes with his words.

His warning was not heard and it made him angry so he could not think about the end of the story that would later make a wound.

His eyes looked red because he was crying, sorry, but he was also hard-hearted.

Even though he is a man even though he is younger still he is the head of the family, his wife should listen to his words.

Raffan sat on the dining chair, looking down with both hands propping up his head showing him being agitated mixed in anger.

"Arrghh." growled while pulling his own hair, the hair that still looked wet because he was cleaning himself after divorcing Deefa very cruelly.

Deefa stuffed all her clothes into a large suitcase, then moved to get out of the room which again made her shed tears, but her steps came to a halt when at the door found her ex-husband, not knowing how long the man had been in that place, Deefa did not realize because she was the one focusing on her belongings that she was going to carry.

Their eyes stared at each other, deep and long as they were deep in their feelings until Deefa turned her face away, breaking off their eye contact.

Raffan looked at the suitcase next to his ex-wife, staring at the giddy with his red eyes.

"It's midnight" Raffan said briefly.

Unexplained Deefa had understood enough, the man did not want her to leave tonight, but Deefa would not listen.

"We are not husband and wife anymore, it is not good to be on one roof" Deefa replied in a soft voice without seeing the man in front of her.

The man whose heart was crying uneasily was looking at him full of disappointment.

Those two stubborn people were both disappointed but none of them wanted to talk calmly and talk about what had happened.

Raffan let out a long sigh was also heavy without turning his face even changing his gaze.

The man remained staring at the face that was in front of him, watching the swollen eyes clearly visible even though Deefa turned her face away.

This second actually Deefa can explain what really happened, about his arrival to the former-in-law's house, straighten out the misunderstanding so Raffan will definitely ask him to refer to it before it's all really over, the two can still talk without having to wait for long.

But Deefa's mouth seemed to be silent to reveal the truth.

"Then I'm going to get out of the house" said Raffan rushed into the room to pick up the key of the motor that was somewhere.

Deefa had dragged her suitcase.

After getting the key to his motorcycle he immediately ran down the stairs looking for the whereabouts of the ex-wife but no longer there.

"Deefa!!"

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