Wounds From you

55. Work (still the past)

Arshal was looking at the dusty pink hijab woman who was thinking, for some reason, since he was here there was a feeling that might suddenly appear to stop the woman's job, none other than Arina-wife.

Uh no, maybe next time he'll admit it.

Arina could only sigh slowly, from the time she cleaned up until this room was still not out, not bored, just be quiet. Mbok ya once asked himself, need not drink. But, for whatever sake Arina wants him to drink. He's been here a few hours, watched like a babu doing the work he should be able to do, that's the guy sitting down.

While it can still be done to tell others, again.

But she realized if her husband works this way, Arina must have patience high emotional level bin soul.

The woman has finished finishing this room, “Salah?”

“Yes, where else do you want to do?” he asked before the man got angry, emotions told him to do homework again.

As good as jidat sometimes, again sleep pulled also the hood until sometimes shock the door.

If he can get out of this house maybe he has committed criminal acts to her husband, on the case of KDRT with his wife.

If it is allowed, yes.

Because Arina was every day locked up like a bird in a cage, she could not be free while her husband was with her if she left but that never happened, because the man did not want his name to invite Arina to come out.

He said he didn't want to have a wife,

Huh huh?

Sometimes senile rada a little yes, do you want to be immortal until the end of his life?

“Hm, if you want to do. Homework is also still a lot, can be completed this afternoon ‘kan?” asked Arshal who displayed his smirk smile. She saw her wrists had a circular watch there, saw it was ten o'clock and her husband?

He told himself to finish this afternoon.

“Oh yes one more, make food and shopping to the market with the home security guard, make a meal later here.” His words inhumanely kicked the bucket filled with water earlier, so that the water flew everywhere and splashed out on Arina's face.

Arina's red face was extinguished with the anger that had been stirring earlier, just as if her husband was.

What not to think.

He was this afternoon going to work guarding the store, especially the boss had ordered if his daughter could not come to accompany him to guard the store because it was out of their city.

And these? Her husband instead told her, she widened her eyes as well.

Do not accept, by clenching a strong hand to the hilt of the mop.

“Where is your heart, mas?” arina asked furiously despite the fear that her heart actually wanted to reveal.

“Why?” tanyanya is innocent.

“Leave cleared, what's the trouble? You are Babu here, not my wife!” she said grimly and did not feel Arina shed tears, her tears coming down freely to her cheeks.

She was sick to hear the words of her husband, tired of actually being bullied but how else this has become food every day as long as he married Arshal with a period of eighteen years or less this kind of food every day.

Arshal sighed.

“Every day I am sick of seeing you just cry on, what is not drama in this household increasingly becomes if you cry continuously. How angry am I trying?” she was once again tired of talking long and she stood up and left Arina who seemed to digest her husband's words, indeed if she deserved to be rewarded with a whiny female nomination. The job is crying, maybe if there is a race that immediately register.

But darling there is none.

Arina swallowed her saliva heavily, her throat felt dry and thrashed to fill the water inside her body. His face alone can no longer be described, wet clothes and a veil that is no longer shaped, hands that have wrinkled because it has finished his work even add more.

“Iya right, if indeed I make you angry. But at least appreciate where I am now, mas.” Wanted to talk about it to her husband, but she? Not daring, there was only talking behind him. It was stupid of her, who was willing to be employed by her husband.

Over time it is not felt but difficult to say, as Arina said was a man who did obey her husband, like a dog dumped by his employer.

He laughed blandly.

Imagining it was very sad, Arina saw the situation around.

Yes, with the threat of a broken cassette every moment filled Arshal's mind but indeed the ends of it the legacy will fall into the hands that should be rightly given by his grandfather.

His hands outstretched to wipe his teardrops, “Already! Today permission first not to cooperate boss,” he said while cleaning up. Over time he is also saturated here, want to be cleaned any sekinclong, will be used again like this.

“Ke market? Yes, the opportunity is also if you want permission to the store first.”

The woman then put her tools behind her and tidied them up, after which she passed away went into the house and circulated her eyes, surrounding in every corner of the house.

There was no sign of life at all, was it possible for her husband to come out.

Not thinking long-term, Arina returned to the initial stelan. He wore a shirt that covered his initial shirt, which was short and looked at himself from the reflection of the glass.

He smiled thinly, because his eyes looked puffy and his cheeks were pseudo red.

Because the skin is mixed with yellow tangs that collide with milk white.

Well balanced if the language.

“Hm, how is this money? Time yes must pinjem again the same ce Entin,” he said while pensively for a moment, thinking about it.

He also actually again thought about how if he owed again even more swollen it was debt, because it was cece if there were interest and Arina took it, without thinking about the consequences.

He then walked out of the room and saw a silhouette of Arshal talking to someone from across the phone.

She looked at Arshal and waited behind him.

After a few minutes of waiting, her husband had no movement and over time he clucked back and saw her husband who was insensitive to her presence.

Yes this is the person who is considered to be his presence, although he is used to it but still this is stalling his time to shop not to mention ready to cook his food later.

“This is when it's finished?” he muttered while guessing at her husband, somehow he always thought if her husband was used by his friends because of something that was not clear and reasonable.

Well, that's why Arina doesn't like it if her friends gather in this house. He chose to go back, without saying hello or chatting.

“Mas..” call Arina by walking closer and her husband does not turn his head.

Still Arina is determined, how she must pursue time.

“Mas Arshal,”

Arina resuscitated by patting her husband on the shoulder and Arshal who felt it violently threw hard Arina hand. The man then shut down unilaterally before he acted.

And her hands floated hard landing on Arina's cheeks, not feeling Arina slapped by her own husband and the corner of the woman's lips? It was like water, blood.

Arina looked at her husband blurry, her hands flicked up his blood and held onto his wound, slightly out of the ring.

After that happened, Arshal's unmitigated hand again made a tantrum for his wife.

Arshal pulled Arina's headscarf violently and the woman followed Arshal's footsteps by slumping because her legs were unable to match Arshal's long steps.

Ket

*ce it calls women of the same Chinese blood indo.

**Yes have bye-bye for you. wkwk no apology what how, say with confirmation.

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Yes, yes, author here. Dinsu more precisely want to be comfortable in the comfort zone, namely mulu lu. Mostly in the comfort zone it is too comfortable:)

Wkwk already there read mulu dah...

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