THE LOVE OF QONITA

Chapter 88 Not the First Semanis

..."Warmth in the family is not measured by the size of the area of the house, but the extent of happiness that occupies."...

Binjai, North Sumatra

Mayang POVs

Faith left Me to contact his wife. Why can't Faith ignore her when she's with me, like Faith ignores Me when she's with him.

The more I come here I feel like I'm losing my husband. Besides the rare time of meeting her, it seems like I also lost her love. His love was only for me.

If it is said that love comes because it has been used to and often time together, but why does that not apply to Jihan, first. Now Iman was so worried about his wife Qonita that Iman cared about her and cared for her.

If it continues like this, what should I do? Only decent material was left to us. Who is Qonita, why is faith so in him.

I can't let his wife live a quiet and happy life, while I'm here to suffer the weight of longing. I'm not an actor. I am legally religious. And I was the first to marry Faith.

Qonita and her two sons received all the luxurious facilities of Iman. Receiving love, attention and time from my husband. Cih, it's delicious, he also has to feel the same way as me, get the same pain.

I used to be able to be patient, because I knew the love of Faith was only for me. Do not expect Me to be sincerely treated this way when his love has been divided. Even his love was greater for the woman. I won't be able to be as sweet again as I've been all this time.

I'm not going to reveal who I really am. But I have to give a small gift to my husband's dear wife. It's as if for now I have to play it safe. Faith cannot suspect me.

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Medan, North Sumatra

Qonita POVs

My HP is ringing. Without seeing it I already know who contacted me. Who else if not my husband.

I saw a wall clock, 10pm past, if I didn't know my husband had another wife, I would feel sorry for my husband for having to work late.

I laughed bitterly, whether I should feel sad or sorry for my husband. Or even to feel sorry for myself. I don't know.

"Assalamu'alaikum, the Heart of Qonita." I smiled sweetly at my husband.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, dear. Sorry I just got in touch with you. Sorry, honey, I'm really sorry." My husband looks really sorry. I hope it is so.

"What's wrong, Bang. I am tired, yes. This clock has time. How's the job going?"

"Alhamdulillah, dear. So far it's still good. Do'ain yes let there be no meaningful obstacles." I saw my husband's tired face. Tired of working what? Astagfirullah, I cannot think too far, not good for my heart health.

"Yes, Honey. Macation. You also take care of your health. Don't think about the unnecessary. I always loved you. I miss you and the kids."

"How big is the miss?" I deliberately teased my husband.

"Very big darling, so big" my husband said.

"It's just very big or very big? Still lost just as miss Qonita. Qonita longs for the infinite power of brother." We both laughed.

"Honey, you are getting better, aja. Honey, I miss my fujiku apples. Request c!um donk," said my spoiled husband.

"Muuacch." I closed my eyes while forming my lips as if I was smearing!um husband.

"Muuacch." My husband is replying c!umanku.

"I love you, baby. You rest, yeah. Sweet dreams, dream me."

"Work out a good dream too. But don't dream of Qonita."

"Lho, why sweetheart?" ask my husband wonder.

"Fear later Brother's roommate gets angry."

"Lho, I slept alone, honey. So no one will be angry."

"Don't go with the office guy?" tanyaku.

"No, Honey. That's why I'm so tired."

"Yes, brother rest, yes. Qonita, I'm sorry, Bang. May Brother Ridho on Qonita."

"Together, Honey. I'm sorry too. And I have you 100%."

" Ashalamu'alaikum, Imam Qonita."

"Greetings, my bidadar."

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