WHEN THE HEART MUST SHARE

chapter 34

 A busy look at Anisa's residence. The relatives were preparing for the marriage of Anisa and Ustadz Yahya.

All rejoice. So too with Yahya. The thing he dreamed most of

it used to be to marry Anisa. And that day is just a few hours away.

But actually what happened, he was worried. How will he be happy on top of the sacrifice of another man?

Likewise with Anisa, she tried to carve a smile in front of everyone, even though her heart felt silent.

Both Yahya and Anisa are trying to hide their feelings. They act as if they are truly happy with the marriage.

They act like each other shows love.

Ijab kabul is only a few minutes away. Yahya was still agitated in his room.

"Do I have to continue this marriage?"

A relative came to call him.

"Ustadz, pak pengulu is waiting."

"Oh, yes. I'm coming soon."

Yahya went out of his room.

He entered the room nervously.

 He saw Anisa looking so graceful with her white kebaya wrap.

The tense event went well.

 Yahya's voice shook as he uttered the two sentences of the shahada.

Anisa's tears just fell. She is now legally the wife of the man next to her.

The wedding ritual that is very draining and emotional it makes Anisa soy sauce. Later that night, he lay on his bed which had been decorated in such a way.

Anisa again imagined she had existed in that second a few years ago.

But the difference was that he waited with a pounding heart the arrival of a man named Abyaksa pratama, a handsome and kind man who had already seized his heart.

Anisa sighed softly. Where are you Mas? Why is our story so sad? Why would you divorce me, even through Imran. so much do you hate me that you don't want to see my face again?

Yahya entered Anisa's room with hesitant steps, stunned to find Anisa lying down while daydreaming.

Seeing Yahya Anisa coming straight up. There was a feeling of awkwardness in his heart

He tried to make peace by persuading his heart.

"Be calm, Anisa.. He is your life priest now. You're already tied to a wedding. He's your husband!"

"Sister.." he said clumsily.The atmosphere became stiff. Unlike their daily familiar like brother sister.

Slowly Yahya approached her, he raised his chin Anisa stared at her face long enough.

Who is not happy to be with the girl of his dreams? Even the woman who filled her days and thoughts was now resigned before her eyes. Especially now that he is halal to touch.

But Yahya knew, he could see the uneasiness in Anisa's eyes. He also knew that the woman could not fully accept her presence.

"Nisa, I'm so tired, you must feel the same way. Rest up..!"

Anisa just looked up to hear him.

He thought Yahya would ask for his rights that night.

But in fact, he immediately threw his body beside Anisa stiffly.

No more talk. But Anisa felt sure that Yahya also could not close his eyes like her.

Finally the night passed without anything happening between them.

The next day, Anisa served Yahya like a common wife.

He prepared breakfast and so on.

The happiest was Al. He was happy because he already had a father.

He imagines his friends stopping his bullying as usual, because he has no father.

"Today Al wants to take father to school. May, Mother?" his eyes looked expectantly.

"Ask dad, can he not send Al?."

"Surely, dear dong. Whiz daddy..!" yahya smiled as she rubbed her hair

 Al with great affection.

Anisa.

"I'm sorry, brother.. But I promise I will try to give you all the rights. Which you deserve. Even if it takes time" he said in his heart.

***

Meanwhile, Jelita who heard the news about Anisa is married again, was not happy.

His heart was burning.

He protested his own fate.

"What are the advantages of this sick woman? After escaping from Aby, now he gets a good man like Yahya. While me? I had to settle for just being a mistress." she grumbled in annoyance.

 Yes, with her current profession, Jelita always felt anxious, at any time the legitimate wife of the man on her date could have come and hit her.

Jelita starts thinking of a way to bring down Anisa.

"I have to drain the treasure of Mr. Surya first, After my life is well established, I will avenge Ms. Anisa." said Jelita.

He started to carry out his actions.

He called the striped-nose man and seduced him.

"Mas, we're meeting tonight, right?" his voice with a sweet voice dyed.

"Sure, we meet in a normal place, yes!"

 The fear has drifted far.

"I have to try massage oil from my friend to add more tokcer."

With a sniff the man took something out of his briefcase.

The wife who was watching him looked at him.

"Just look at you guys..!" he said with anger. And when the husband is off guard,

 his wife poured the chili powder into a bottle belonging to her husband.

The wife followed her husband.

She grew furious when her husband went to the hotel and met Jelita.

"Basar old bangka, Already smelly land is still playing women!" said furious.

Jelita was ready to wait with her flirtatious smile.

"Maa.. Why is it so long...?"

"I'm still looking for an excuse for my wife" the man replied with a left-right wiggle.

"Same...!" he said while closing the door.

The man immediately embraced Jelita.

'For a while, don't just shoot, less fun, Mas." Jelita pushed the man's body into the bed.

'Mas, I feel tired of walking"

"Then?

"I want a motorbike, dong!"

"motor? easy..! The important thing is that you serve a satisfying service." the man starts attacking him with a brand.

In the middle of the game, the man felt something strange, as well as Jelita. There was a sense of heat burning their intimate area.

"What are you doing? It's hot!!" jelita's screams poured into the restroom.

The man felt astonished, instead of getting more powerful even can be disastrous using the oil. He fanned his bird while groaning withstanding the heat.

Jelita's still like a hot worm. He paced back and forth while grumbling incessantly.

That's when the wife banged on the door.

he had a camera with him and several people as witnesses.

The officer opened the door of the hotel room with a spare key. The wife put a camera on them.

Jelita instantly pulled out a large blanket to cover her innocent body.

 "What the fuck? who're y'all?" Jelita was panicking.

"Ma, stop! What the hell are you doing? papa can be fired if the boss sees it."

The fat man knelt down and begged his wife for mercy.

"I don't care! Whether I get fired or not, I don't care. You old jacka."

"Mas, why are you quiet? Expel them!"

yell Jelita.

"Women*******, Shut up! Already caught wet still dare to speak? You cheap lady, have you broken up your shame veins?" the woman doused Jelita with the liquid she had prepared. He was so furious.

Jelita screamed in pain. He held his face which was burning hot.

"Taste you j***ng. This way there won't be any more men who want you."

Apparently the mother had prepared hard water for Jelita.

All who watched there gasped, they did not expect that the mother would do so.

Jelita screamed for help.the mother looked satisfied to see it.

"That's the payback for a housewarming woman, now there's nothing more she can be proud of" she said calmly.

There was absolutely no regret on his face.

She calmly watched her husband and her affair in the attendant's sleigh.

 Jelita immediately got treatment as usual. His face was broken by hard water. He groans in pain. Miss Sari who was waiting for him was sad and embarrassed. How not? many journalists have covered the incident.

That was the first karma Jelita got...