Who is My Real Husband?

47. The Khilaf Enjoyed

The blow still Dave received. He was silent, there was no reason for him to stay away or get angry. He said that today he was very weak.

"Hit me until you're satisfied. It won't change things, darling. Please be patient with a fact. Everything will open in time."

"Don't call me baby. I'm not your wife. I want us to split up! Leave me, Dave!"

"Why are you asking to split up now? Why didn't you know about me from the beginning? I'm sorry Rinjani, I can't grant it. You can hate me, assume I'm not in this house, it's okay, it's okay for me. But if to leave you before I do something big, I'll never leave."

Rinjani shook her head while smiling wryly, "What? What else do you want to do, Dave? Want to make a fuss, especially?"

Rinjani got up and tried to drag her husband away from the room. She no longer wanted a bed with a man who had made her pregnant, she hated it so much.

While Dave, the man just resigned. He followed his wife's movements and steps which led him out of the room.

"Don't dare go in. ah .. oh my stomach, it hurts!" pekik Rinjani bowed and soon he sat on the floor.

The movement was followed by her husband with a confused face mixed in worry.

"Rin, why? What was? Why does her stomach hurt?" Dave tried to help his wife to stand up. However, the touch of the hand on the shoulder got a pat from the woman.

"Don't touch me!" rinjani said still with pain.

Instead, the man took Rinjani into his cradle and took her to bed. It was quite difficult Dave took his wife to bed because of the rejection and Rinjani movement that was quite strong and troublesome. But with all the effort, finally the distance between the door and the actual bed not far can be reached even though a little long.

"If you care about your child, love him. Shocked me, you are calm and silent. Do this for your son or you'll be a bad mother until he's okay."

Rinjani who had always brushed off with a touch of hand from Dave finally calmed down a little. She shifted herself a little further from her husband in the company of a sob.

"Don't talk about evil in front of me, you don't realize you're evil?"

"Yes I know I'm evil. That's why I don't want people around me like that. Still got stomach pain?" Dave tried to shift the topic.

"Don't mind me! Just as you don't care about other people, treat me that way."

"Whether you're behind killing people, do you think that killing is justified? Whatever the reason, isn't killing cruelty and inhumanity?"

Dave breathed a rough breath, it seemed like it would be a huge waste if he made his wife understand without having to explain everything now.

"Yes, you're right. What I did was a mistake and a great sin."

"Why are you still doing it?"

"On that, I reiterate once again you will know someday without me explaining at length, you will understand and understand. Can we end this conversation?"

"I don't want to sleep in bed with you. You can sleep wherever you don't live in my bed." Rinjani lays herself down and covers her body to the limit of the neck.

Dave had heard that answer, but somehow his body was still stuck in bed. While Rinjani had closed her eyes, whether she had fallen asleep or not, she did not know.

Meanwhile, in the same house in different rooms, a couple was also talking about something serious. Mr. Surya's conjecture that his wife heard all of his conversations with Dave turned out to be true. Now the woman who accompanied him for decades demanded an explanation and certainty that what he heard was not wrong.

"I'm sorry ma'am, what you heard is not wrong. Rayan is my son." Mr. Surya said it very heavily.

"What's the reason you're doing this? How big a mistake I made until this betrayal could happen. Decades, not two days."

"I was scared when I did it." Only that answer is capable of Pak Surya disgrace.

"I just found out there were Khilaf people during that time. You are filthy, but you continue your relationship. You still have memories of your mistress when she was pregnant. You call that a khilaf? The Khilaf you enjoy more precisely." Ms. Niken smiled wryly as she remembered the big photo that once made a stir in the entire house.

"I could have left her when I was pregnant with my son. Mom, it's over, she's dead anyway. Forgive him and forgive me. Let's forget everything, don't blame Rayan for the mistakes I made. Please don't involve him."

Plaque!

Ms. Niken who was famous for her softness slapped her own husband. This was the first time he had committed violence against someone.

"Easy to say that. It's easy not to involve Rayan in your mistakes. Even if you ask me to love your son, I can do it. But to apologize to you. Don't expect me to give you that." Ms. Niken left in front of her husband and walked into the closet. He intends to leave the house tonight.