Wrong Khitbah

151. 2: FEELING OF A WIFE

Please read the previous chapter so as not to be confused and forget the flow

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"Let's...."

His body felt floating in an instant. His eyes could not see what was in front of his eyes . Too depressing!

The cat he was worried about was hit, now fateful happened before his eyes.

When he was in the middle of the road, he again moved aside because he remembered the message of the husband.

when he turned around, the cat was already bleeding. The people who were in the park immediately responded and lifted the cat to the edge. Before long a young woman and a small child came in with tears. The cat belonged to them.

Akhtar who was also curious why there was a crowd, immediately approached. His eyes were fixed on a woman who was still in shock and just stared at her place. Not waiting for long, Zahwa was surprised his hand was pulled away from the crowd. Realizing that when his name was called, Zahwa looked at Akhtar deeply.

" We go home "the word of Akhtar and immediately nodded to the beautiful woman .

Arriving home, Zahwa remained silent. Not talking or asking as much as usual. Doing activities as usual Zahwa cooking for dinner, as well as preparing provisions for Akhtar.

Her husband was having a sudden affair that made her have to overtime tonight and leave her at home alone. Honestly there is a lack of reliance in her little heart to let her husband go, open because she objected to living alone but obviously her feelings are not good.

Whatever it was, he always tried to remember the words of Akhtar who told him to stay idolized under any circumstances.

Not wanting to make her husband worry about Zahwa trying to show his best smile in front of Akhtar. She didn't want her husband's anxiety to be too heavy to leave the house, and it wasn't good !

"Darling, take care of yourself, it looks like I'll just sleep in the office. No need to wait, you just rest" said Akhtar while cleaning the edge of his lips with tissue.

"alright... Too bad, if you can't stop it, it's not good for Habibie's health later"

"Who is my wife.."

Cup

Hagat's kiss landed on his forehead. They walked up to the front door. Akhtar faithfully hugged his wife's waist.

Zahwa buried his face in Akhtar's chest, scooping as much of his scent as the husband would miss him tonight. Enjoying his warm embrace that he will not get during sleep later. Feel his caress and enjoy it which he may not get at midnight when his sleep is uncomfortable.

A drop of tears drenched her cheek, the uneasiness growing more pronounced, not sincerely taking her husband away. His responsibilities were huge right now, the lives of thousands of people were in his hands. Somehow Zahwa harbored his sadness. She quickly removed her eyes before she was stunned and made her husband realize he was crying.

Zahwa raised his head and smiled sweetly at Akhtar and in reply was no less sweet. Akhtar kissed Zahwa's face and hugged him tightly.

Their eyes looked at each other, deepening the sense that existed. Seeing their real love in every second of that eye contact. Akhtar slowly brought his face closer. The distance between his face and his wife's face. Until finally their noses touched, the two pairs of eyes did not take off their eyes in the slightest. Until Zahwa's eyes closed feel the warmth ci u man the husband gave. She paved the way for her husband to further deepen his ci u man. Both of them enjoy the moment until satisfied to set miss the next few hours.

Feeling a warm sting all over her body, Akhtar took off her pagutan. If he continues he is afraid he can not hold back and eventually will not leave.

His thumb stroked the ripe lips, then kissed them once. Before his lips spoke the word semit.

Zahwa's eyes continued to stare at the husband's car which was getting further away from where he was standing. In his heart he continued to pray that Akhtar survived to his destination and returned home with him.

After Akhtar's car is no longer visible, Zahwa locks the door and checks the entire house. After making sure everything was safe, he returned to the room.

An hour passed, Zahwa still felt his bad feelings. He decided to take his cellphone to contact Mother Fatimah. Not yet he had time to open the phone Mother Fatimah first call him. Her lips smiled thinly. Their bond is very strong. His mother felt his anxiety.

He said all his complaints, all his feelings he spilled on Mother Fatimah. He who understands what the child feels tries to continue to give positive things that make him a little calmer, they continue to chat until late at night.

Mother Fatimah promised to accompany him to sleep. When she was asleep then Mother Fatimah turned off her phone.

In Indonesia, Mother Fatimah felt relief after hearing the complaints of the princess. Because he also felt uneasy that somehow immediately remembered Zahwa. That is why Mother Fatimah directly contacted Zahwa to ask about the situation.

Three hours later, as usual in the middle of the night like this Zahwa would feel aching in his waist. His stomach will feel uncomfortable to disturb his sleep.

If Akhtar will accompany him stay up late and will give his touch to Zahwa, but this time not. He was alone with no one beside him.

Zahwa moved his body to and fro, looking for his comfortable position. It didn't work after a few attempts.

His body was sweating even though it was a very cold day, Zahwa gave up. He got out of bed and sat on the sofa by the window.

Now his mind is not separated from the husband. How he is now. Is the problem done? It feels like a long time to wait for tomorrow.

By folding both hands under his chin, Zahwa managed to find his most comfortable position.

Not long after, Zahwa gasped in shock until his chest puffed forward. It was as if he was being knocked down and his chest suddenly tightened and his stomach was in pain.

"www... Aarrgghh"

"Ahhhh"

"Oh.. What's wrong?? Umma in pain. You why son.. calm down yeah..."

"Aarrgghh" cramp in his stomach back pressing

Drieg.dryinggg...

Her phone rang, a glimmer of hope in contact with her husband published Zahwa's smile.

But his smile slowly faded seeing an unfamiliar number contacting him in the early hours like this. He did not dare to lift it, so he ignored it and returned to sitting like this position.

Zahwa closed his eyes, forcing his body to rest.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zahwa was awakened by the sound of his phone ringing. Seeing the same number again contacted Zahwa ventured to pick up the phone.

"A-assalamu'alaikum" said Zahwa slowly

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat.. "

"Who-who's this?"

"I...."

"WHATA!?? INNALILLAHI WAINNA ILAIHI RAJI..." "Yes,habiib... Hix... Habibs... Bib. ta Allah. dear.. hikss.. hiks... dear... hyks.."