The Virgin Widow of the Solehah

Chapters 18. Reza Uring

She could not believe that all the swearing finally came out of her husband's mouth. He really did not believe how hypocritical a Reza, when obviously the man enjoyed whatever menu he served as a wife but why Reza seemed to deliberately deny it.

“What did you say? I'm hypocritical? Sassy!” Reza walked up to his wife and quickly pulled her hair down until she was in pain.

“Aduh, sick Mas ... indeed what is my fault until Mas Reza angry like this? I beg you please let go!” his door pleaded but Reza seemed to be enjoying his wife's pained face instead.

The man looked the other way, even taking the ringing that slid from Adinda's lips as if it was so cute and adorable in his eyes that it had involuntarily tortured the girl for almost five minutes. Reza took off her clutches on the black mane by slightly pushing Adinda's head until finally accidentally, the woman's face hit the corner of the dining table.

“Aww, Allahu Akbar is sick!” she groaned with her hands holding the temple that had just hit the side of the dining table.

The girl closed her eyes for a moment then stared intently at Reza's face with a radiance of hatred.

“What was my fault that Mas Reza treated me like this? If Mas Reza really doesn't like this marriage then please drop the talaq for me because it's so much better than me being treated like a non-human! What mas does not have a heart or maybe your nature is like an animal!” adinda spoke in a high tone but Reza's ears seemed deaf as if unable to hear him.

The man just silently gave a sad look but unfortunately Adinda was not able to read the regret of the eyeballs of the man who had married her. Reza also deliberately turned his eyes away because he could not see the pain of a woman who had been kind enough to help the good name of her family so as not to be Bullyan people due to the cancellation of her marriage with Kaira.

It was very anxious that Reza apologized for the mistake he had just made to make his wife endure the pain with a temple that turned out to release a little seepage of blood.

‘Sorry me, Adinda .. I swear I was not accidentally at all,’ his inner self in the heart.

However, the apology that was uttered as sincere as possible but only dared to be expressed in the heart, of course, will never be heard by Adinda, even the girl was seen looking at her so hateful horror. Adinda really never thought that it turns out Reza dared to commit domestic violence against her woman was passed by Belgium with one hand holding the injured temple. The girl finally left the kitchen area with teary eyes, making Reza's body instantly stare guiltily.

She went into her room and locked the door from the inside, look for a P3K box and bring it to the front of the dresser to see how badly the temples are starting to feel sore due to a minor injury.

“Astagfirullah .. what should I do now to face Mas Reza?” the girl's monologue opened the P3K box and began to clean her wound.

“It looks like Mas Reza really doesn't have the slightest taste for me! He was a very selfish man even able to speak words like the mouth of a woman that was so painful. If he does not like it, he also does not need to stay in this house, but Mas Reza still dares to enjoy all the dishes that I serve so greedily! Truly brash husband!” The woman again gave a swear sentence when she saw her temple which was now bandaged because Adinda better look sad than later to get back torture from her husband.

“Better I don't have to cook alone, just let him starve out there because I still have a lot of snacks in this room!” next to help remember when he came home from campus deliberately stopped by one of the minimarkets to buy snacks.

Although there is only a snack in the form of bread and snacks in his bag but Adinda is very sure that all the food is still able to fill his small stomach. The girl deliberately prepared so many snacks because of her new hobby of writing novels. Starting from just a hobby of reading stories that sometimes drain emotions and make them baper themselves, Finally Adinda poured what was in her mind in the form of writing in the form of story content.

‘I really never thought that it turns out that the novel I made from the experience of my own life's true story, so many readers,’ muttered so slowly while starting to turn on the laptop on the desk of his study.

The girl also began to drift back in exploring what was in her mind, including conveying all the flavors she had saved so far through the lines of writing that she typed. Adinda never imagined that it turned out that writing was so very pleasant that it made her feel like she had an outlet of sadness through writing and expressing her heart in the form of story content.

At the end of the chapter Adinda did not forget to make a note author and apologized, if the book he presented was still scattered with typo here and there because he was still a new author and very beginner.

Without Adinda realizing that Reza was actually walking back and forth in front of the girl's room. Reza regretted pushing Adinda so rudely that she hit the side of the table. Really Reza felt so guilty because deep down inside, the man just wanted to look so hateful to Adinda in front of the woman despite the truth, Reza is trying to control something that has asked for rations to be satisfied after seeing the appearance of the wife who teased her too much with wet hair that still dripping water. It looks so sexy!

‘Will he be okay in there? Gosh how about until the temple is an infection and I will definitely be hanged by papa mama! She must have chosen to hold back the hunger for fear of me!’ Reza looked at her wrist where time had shown at 09:00 p.m., while Adinda did not want to come out of her room at all.

So worried about Adinda's situation, the man had ordered food for their dinner together but the prestige was too high to make Reza just let the food sit on the dining table. He never knew at all, if in fact Adinda did not feel hungry at all because her mouth did not stop chewing snacks with hands so agile dancing to and fro on the keyboard of her laptop.

What Reza did instead made the man cringe indistinctly, wanting to knock on the door of the wife's room but the prestige of passing through the crown of his own head, he said, to make the man always undo his intention even though to just call the name Adinda.

“The songong girl will not die if you do not eat all night, right? Oh my God .. why am I even so upset like this think the hick girl?”