Waiting for the Love of the Husband

THE MCSS 9

Asyraf, who was said to be tired, was unable to close his eyes. Unlike Zia and Aish who are so sound despite sleeping on the sofa.

He noticed Aish's deep face. A woman full of sacrifice that she does not understand how she feels. There was a sense of guilt when he treated such a sweet woman by his family.

When I was watching Aish's face, I immediately saw a shadow from behind the window curtain. Either the feeling or it's true that someone is peering at his wife's room.

Slowly he approached and opened the curtain. There was no one there, just the gurgling rain that had just fallen. Butbut wait. "What is it'" murmured Ashraf. White paper tucked neatly in the window sills. Curious, Asyraf immediately took the paper.

Surprisingly, it is an expression of love for the wife.

Dear, Aishwa

The news of your marriage being carried by the wind and he told me. Making my days gloomy, cloudy without warana. Dark and scary. It was like I was standing in a long hallway and found no light.

My heart aches if the news is true. But one thing you should know, that in my bow my name is what I often call and ask Him.

What a shadow of you smiling next to another man always haunts me. Makes my sleep unsettled. I never slept well again just for fear that the news was true.

Aishwa, the meeting at that time completely erased the wishful thinking I knit. The dream I built to live with you was shattered. Only a piece of the wounded heart.

I wish it was just a dream, and when I wake up everything comes back as normal. In fact no, when I woke up I had to swallow the bitter pill.

I tried sincerely, let you go but it was hard. Real hard.

Aishwa, let me ask you, are you happy with him who is your companion? If not and he hurts you look for me in a normal place. I'll be there when you look for me later.

I loved you for a long time.

Juan.

Asyraf squeezed out the paper he had just read. Curious, was there another letter received by the wife. He opened one drawer in the room. But he finds nothing but Aish's important files. Also photos of childhood to teenage girls who are now his wife.

Asyraf observes Aish's changes from the photos he holds. Beautiful, praised in his heart, his lips also paint a smile.

Near her, she noticed Aish's face from a close distance. Natural thick eyebrows, a runny nose, tiny lips, a mole under the right eyelid and wrapped in clean skin.Make it absolutely perfect as a beautiful-faced permpuan. It's true that she's very beautiful, worthy of a man to adore her, but why does Aish accept her. That was a question he could not ask directly.

Asyraf was surprised when Aish blinked open his eyes. "Ngapain, um?" aish asked in a hoarse voice and kept his face away from Asyraf.

"No, the intention was to wake you up to sleep with Zia. I'm afraid you're welcome to come in here and see your son sleeping on the couch." Asyraf doesn't usually talk long and looks nervous.

Aish changed his position until he sat down and confronted Asyraf face to face. He shakes a smile. "Where may abah nyelonong enter. Her daughter is no longer hers. Her daughter belongs to her husband."

"Yes, we don't know if there is a need for you. Don't talk much, move there."

Duh although delivered with a sharp tone, but Aish feel this is a concern from the husband. Asyraf's charm really made his heart not okay.

"The bed fit for three, but I'm afraid it's uncomfortable." Aish glanced at the paper that Ashraf was still holding. "What's that?"

Aish glanced at the clock that was already pointing at the number 12:15. "Mas himself why don't you sleep?"

"Aish was hanging out in your own house, did you ask a lot of questions?"

"Yes, because if there is a house of their own but felt in the house of others. So let me ask you."

Astga, Ashraf forgets that the house they live in now is the dowry he gave Aish. Aishlah is more entitled to the house, not him. Aish is like a worker in her own home. Asyraf is like the owner of a house that already belongs to his wife.

"Yes tomorrow's taker's room."

"Why exchange if you can sleep together?" aish asked with a seductive expression. It doesn't seem to matter if Aish takes out the cobblestone side. The one who was tempted was also her own husband.

"You want me to be like this?" Asyraf pushed Aish until his wife was below him. Their faces were only a few centimeters away.

Aish trembled when the position was this intimate. He was stiff and his strength seemed lost somewhere. To push even seems powerless. Only the heart rate works more than usual.

Asyraf drew his lips closer and was about to seize the wife's air supply. But what happened was that Aish looked so hard that her lips landed on her cheeks.

"Why?" asyraf asked at once he was also curious about Ais's feelings towards her. He returned to the body.

"I'm not ready yet, your intention is still for a grudge. I'm not ready."

"What if I want to?"

Aish shook her head. She could not be Ashraf's wife. Moreover, the intention of Ashraf that he had conveyed that night. "Fix your intentions first, just come to me."

Aish moved but your hand was pulled again by Asyraf. Make Aish fall on his lap.

"I found this paper" said Asyraf proffered the paper he had read and immediately received by Aish. Really Asyraf was curious about Aish's expression while reading it. "You love him?" shoot Asyraf.

"It is inappropriate for a wife to love a man other than her husband."

"You love me?" Asyraf grabbed Aish's chin making them look at each other again. "Why not answered? or do you love the mail." Asyraf's tone of voice was suddenly soft. It was much different from Ashraf before. "Answer Aish!' assyraf urged an answer.

"Are there any answers?" Aish asked back, even if he was in love with Asyraf he did not want to admit it.

"Ok looks like you're a man of high prestige enough to admit a feeling" Asyraf replied. Though he himself made no difference, just did not understand the true feelings. The man suddenly carried Aish's body and laid her down near Zia.

Aish was shocked. In her heart she asked her husband what she was possessed of, so his attitude suddenly changed. Maybe the letter affected him.

Asyraf himself did not understand why he was acting this way. Suddenly there was an impulse that forced him to do that.

Is it love for Aish? time is fast it hates changing love. It feels very impossible. For Asyraf as he wants to need a process, it feels strange if this is really an encouragement from the word called love.