The Wasted Bride

Amarah Aldair

Aldair's heart felt so hot hearing what his brother said.

Huh soul mate said? Just yummy!

Aldair did think to immediately divorce Arwaa but if this is the case, he actually felt increasingly challenged. Not to mention the war flag raised by his brother, making himself reluctant to release the wife.

"I'm pulling my words..."

"I'm not going to divorce Arwaa."

Aldair stared intently at Attalaric's back who stopped his steps when he heard what he said. Slowly the brother turned around and also stared no less sharply at him.

"Then what are you going to do to your pregnant bitch? Abandoned him? Let him beg in the streets while holding your son? Ck's not responsible at all."

Aldair's hands clenched, his face reddened with anger over the abuse of his brother to his lover, and the mother of his future son.

Aldair closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Dealing with Attalaric takes extra patience because the man is very good at playing the word so it is easy to provoke people's emotions.

Aldair grinned as if humbling the brother.

"Why do you think that far, brother? I'm not you! A father who abandons his own son so that his son seeks the affection of others."

Aldair smiled cunningly seeing the brother clenching his hands.

"I will not divorce Arwaa nor will I abandon my beloved because I will marry her soon. No problem, right? I can be polygamous."

Now Aldair who looked calm as if he had won the war between them. She casually stepped closer to her brother who looked extremely wrathful.

Just now he was about to whisper something like Attalaric did just now, his body being forcibly turned upside down by someone who was none other than his sister.

'Bugh'

Arrazi smacked his brother's face and the man fell down.

"Poligami said? You just peed not straight br*ngs*k, now you want polygamy? Answer me, have you been fair to your wife during your marriage? Nope, no. You didn't even come to your in-laws' funeral. You also closed the communication for a few days because you do not want to be disturbed by your precious time with the **** that, leaving your wife overwhelmed with grief because of her father's death alone! We were there, comforting him, comforting him, but just so you know, you're the person he needs the most b*jing*n!"

Arrazi kicked the wind, unleashing his anger.

"As long as you know, you are far from being fair enough to be polygamous. If you force it, you'll end up zoning your wife. Because I'm sure Arwaa's the most despised when you don't divorce her. Don't add to your sins that are already mounting brother."

'Curtain'

Aldair spat out blood from his injured lips due to the raw bogem his sister had given him. He stared at the faces of his two brothers.

During his life he had never fought to this extent with his brothers. They rarely get together because of their respective activities, but they certainly always take the time to tell each other via phone.

They're doing just fine. Yeah, they love each other...

Before the figure of Arwaa came to be a son-in-law in the Arsawijaya family!

Aldair pursed his lips, he did not care about the wound that was there because of the blow from his sister. A feeling of hate was stirring within him towards his wife.

Slowly Aldair stood up, his hands clenched tightly.

"I don't know what that woman did that made you desperately defend her even to the point of being willing to quarrel with me which in fact your own family is only for strangers like her. Just so you know that woman is the bearer of the..."

"Then divorce me!!"

The three brothers immediately turned to the entrance, there was Arwaa who was holding his uncle's hand so as not to lose control of the words spoken by her husband.

Arwaa turned to her uncle, smiling gently and shaking her head as if hinting her uncle not to get carried away by emotions.

Arwaa tried to look calm as if the words of the husband did not affect her heart at all. Even so, anyone who saw himself would find pain and disappointment in those shady eyes.

Slowly Arwaa let go of her hand grip on her uncle and stepped her foot closer to the man who had been her husband for almost two years.

Now the couple is facing each other and looking at each other to explore the meaning of the feelings that are depicted in each other's neutrals.

The organs of life in Aldair thumped loudly when he saw his wife's shady eyes. There he saw there was a longing, but a greater radiance of sadness and disappointment.

Instantly a sense of regret burst into his heart remembering these words spoken about the figure of the woman before him.

He could not show if the name of the wife had occupied a little place in his heart, along with the figure of the lover of the heart.

"Ma..."

"Punish this stranger mas, so that there will be no more misfortune in your life."

Aldair's body stiffened when he heard Arwaa's words. The feeling of hate that had been stirring in his heart to the wife now disappeared and changed into a reluctance to release the figure of the woman in front of him at this time.

"No." Aldair.

"Licking your own spit heh!" Ledek Arraz.

As if no longer concerned with anyone, Aldair did not take his eyes off the wife of seinchi goods. Arwaa looked at her husband's face.

"Yes..."

"So you're my nephew's husband?"

Aldair turned his gaze to the man who had come with his wife.

"I'm his father!"

Aldair frowned, didn't his in-laws just die some time ago.

"The father-in-law has died..."

"How did you know? You didn't even watch your in-laws' funeral." Sarkas Uncle Jhonny.

"Only for the sake of the woman who is carrying your child. And as far as I know that woman is not my daughter!"

Jhonny's uncle stepped over to Arwaa and he pulled his nephew's hand away from Aldair.

Aldair's eyes flashed furiously staring at the foreign figure hiding Arwaa behind his body.

"Since the beginning I did not intend to bring Arwaa here, it's just that I did not get the heart to see the daughter of my late sister crying all night worrying about the situation of her husband who was actually berating her."

Uncle Jhonny returned the husband's gaze from his nephew flat before then he smirked and extended his hand to Aldair.

"Include me Jhonny Lau Dodger. The older brother of your late wife's mother, and now the one in charge of her after her father died."

Aldair ignored the helping hand from Uncle Jhonny to make the man in front of him pull back his hand.

"You should be treated like that, baby. Your husband can't even respect people older than him."

"Uncle..." Lirih Arwaa shook Uncle Jhonny's arm so that the middle-aged man stopped provoking her husband's emotions.

"Pardon my uncle."

Jhonny's uncle stroked the head of his hijab-covered nephew before looking back at Aldair. While the man has since just budged trying to steal a look at his wife who was obstructed by the large body of Uncle Jhonny.

"My decision seems to be getting round to take Arwaa to Canada after seeing for myself how the husband of my nephew is. For that, Mr. Ahmad..."

Uncle Jhonny turned and looked at the in-laws of her niece who had come down from hearing the commotion in the living room, still hiding Arwaa from her husband's eyes.

"I want to thank your family for being sincere in loving and caring for my nephew, but certainly not the man behind me."

Uncle Jhonny chuckled a little at his own humor, even though the people in the room were only focused on waiting for the continuation of his words.

"But as I said earlier, I will take Arwaa away to Canada, with or without her husband's permission." Rigorously.

But who would have thought, everyone who was there was surprised because Aldair suddenly turned the body of his uncle and threw a punch on his face.

Jhonny's uncle staggered a little for it though it did not fall but it made Aldair able to reach Arwaa's hand easily and he pulled his wife by force to leave the place.

Like a fit of loyalty, Aldair pushed Arrazi so hard that his sister fell, and Attalaric, who tried to block his way, was given a flank kick to make the man fall down and cough.

For a moment he looked at the father who seemed to emit anger and disappointment in his eyes with a hand that held the chest, it seemed like the illness he had suffered was relapsing because of Aldair.

Arwaa had also been trying to release the grip Aldair on her wrist, but did not produce results because the hand was increasingly painful so tight the grip of her husband's hand.

"Please mas, istighfar!"

"Shut up!!"

Arwaa gasped at Aldair's scream. Although her husband had always been cold to her, but never to yell at Arwaa like that.

Aldair pushed his wife's body into the car violently. And then he shut the car door hard.

Arwaa grew increasingly frightened to see her husband overcome by anger. Even her husband was running a car as if he wanted to die. Along the way Arwaa only closed her eyes that occasionally shed tears while holding her wrists reddened by the grip of her husband earlier.

Aldair actually could not bear to see Arwaa scared like that. But only then can he bring his wife back home. He no longer even cares about the state of his family because most importantly his wife will not go anywhere.

Aldair himself was confused why his heart suddenly did not want to lose Arwaa.

Plus the fact that Attalaric also liked Arwaa made him even more convinced to abandon his intention to divorce his wife.

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