Trapped by My Husband's Destiny

Isu

Nadia was crying, sitting on a brown sofa chair in the living room. The living room painted in white has been filled by several people. To the right of Nadia, sat a pair of adult husband and wife. They are Nadia's parents.

Nadia's father and mother were silent. The faces of the two of them seemed to be confused by the conditions at that time.

Across from Nadia, separated by a rectangular sofa table, sits casually a man who is about 33 years old. Both legs crossed. The right thigh afflicts the left thigh which is below. The left thigh becomes the focus. Both hands are on the arm of the sofa. The man's back was upright, leaning against the sofa chair.

"I don't know what else to do, Mom? I'm tired of all this..."

Women who have straight and long hair, dress modestly, mix together with the sound of a sob.

"You're tired of yourself!"

The man replied with a stern answer. The man's attitude was still relaxed. His slender body did not move, although seinchipun, was still in the position like the beginning. Only both eyes were large, growing bigger as he said that sentence.

"I'm trying to be better. But you never change, Mom?"

Now Nadia looked at the man who was not far ahead. He tried to wipe away the tears that fell on his cheek. His white face looked full of weight.

"You don't think I'm tired of your prilak constantly stalking my activities either. I'm tired of explaining everything over and over again. The matter just rotates like a vicious circle!"

Both of the eyes grew back. The face is yellow, flushed.

"should've... Arkan, keep your wife's feelings more."

The middle-aged woman who was sitting beside Nadia, was now speaking.

"Already, Ma. Let only us talk. Dad and Mom are listening." Nadia interrupted.

He tried to speak softly even though there was still the sound of sobs coming from his mouth.

Arkan only saw the woman sitting next to her husband. He did not want to say words that would hurt his mother-in-law.

"If I could expose all and make sense of my circumstances. Oh...God."

"Would you like to go home or not? After my foot comes out of this house, you have to go home alone without me picking it up. I'll give you 3 days to rest here."

Arkan stood up immediately. He was silent for a few seconds, looking at the reaction of the wife who was sitting a few feet in front of him.

Nadia remained silent.

"okay! I'll give you 3 days to think! Please come back after your brain feels clear!"

Arkan seemed to heat up, after waiting for a few seconds for a response from Nadia.

He moved a few steps forward. Experiencing both of his in-laws.

"Sorry Ma, Pa. This has to happen. Arkan went home first. Let Nadia be here, until her mind is clear" Arkan explained.

He spoke in a soft voice. The man kissed and kissed both of their hands.

Arkan retreated a few steps back, then turned his back. Well-mannered. Then walk a few steps quietly, trying to get out from the middle of the row of sofas in the living room.

"So you prefer that man to me, this wife of yours!"

Nadia shouted out loudly.

Arkan.

"I'm tired of Nad. Your mind will not be accessible if you still hear people's words and jealousy makes your mind less clear."

The man spoke slowly. His face looks sad. There is no more relaxed attitude from his style of standing. It looks tired to face his wife. Then, the man wearing a long-sleeved white shirt with a black subordinate, turned towards the exit.

"Mirna, take good care of Fariz while you're here."

A few steps ahead, he was packed with his Baby Sitter standing at the base of the stairs leading to the second floor. He had already seen the 1-year-old boy in deep sleep, before the four of them spoke.

"Yes sir."

Baby Sitter named Mirna slightly lowered her head.

Arkan stepped towards the exit for sure and turned to the right.

"Bad. He's still acting hot-ass right now. Just look, I'll give you enough evidence to expose your disgrace."

Nadia growled in her heart.

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