20 Years Adrift
Chapter 21. Wound

"Basarly a cheap woman! How dare you show up in public. Not shameless! After you leave Rehan now you have fun with richer people. Don't know it's lucky!" The woman continued to scold Aira with her harsh words.

Her large hand pulled the veil of Aira so tightly that it made her fall apart.

Affan tried to help Aira and immediately released the strangest woman's grip. After being released, Affan hugs the crying Aira and protects her because the woman is still trying to be rude to him.

"Don't bother my wife! I'll report this action to the authorities if you keep bothering him. This is a case of persecution" Affan half-screamed because the woman looked reckless.

He stopped after hearing the threat. Still with her angry face, she looked at Affan and Aira as if she was going to swallow him.

"Because of you, my son goes to the club every weekday and comes home drunk. She should now be married and happy with Aira. You guys really ... Huhh!" The woman clutched her hands in the air and slammed them to the side.

"Sorry, Madam. I just want to protect Aira. If until the wedding happens, not necessarily your son will not get drunk at the club because he is used to it. Maybe you didn't know that before you knew Aira she was like that." Affan does not accept if his wife is used as an excuse for someone to do maksiat.

"Know what you know about my son. Even if that's true, at least after marriage she can repent and become a better person."

Affan asks Aira to get in the car because her hijab is almost removed. He will solve this problem alone.

"Miss, you can't blame something that has happened. I didn't know it would happen like this either. It was your own son who gave Aira to me and maliciously slandered us. Where were you going that night? Rehan's canceling his own engagement. Oh, yes, one more, all the money borrowed by Om Agung has been paid off along with the interest, so Aira has no obligation anymore to become a debt relief girl."

The woman fell silent. There was no picture of guilt on his face. To him, Aira was the daughter-in-law he expected to rehan. At her wedding that night she was out of town. He still wanted to vent his anger on Affan and Aira but he had no courage anymore.

"If there's nothing else to talk about, I'll excuse you. Assalamu'alaikum." Affan leaves his mother Rehan, who is transfixed.

The woman did not answer Affan's greetings and went to his parked car not far from there. In order to temper her emotions, she did nothing for a while.

"Are you okay, Aira?" ask Affan to worry.

"It's okay, Om. It's just a small wound."

"Can I see?" Affan did not dare to touch Aira without her consent.

Aira nodded.

Affan brought his face closer and saw some scratches on his chin and cheeks. The wound was not very deep but if not treated immediately he was afraid it would become an infection.

"I'm going to take you to the doctor" Affan said, putting his seatbelt on and running his car.

"It's just a small wound, Om. I'll treat it myself."

Affan did not listen to Aira's words and continued to drive his car to the nearest clinic. The death of his first wife left a deep sense of guilt in his heart. He did not want the incident to happen again and he wanted to take care of Aira as well as possible.

'It's just a small wound. Why does Om Affan look so worried. Did he have any trauma with scratch wounds and the like?' Aira wondered in her heart.

Affan's silent attitude made Aira feel confused. His eyes looked like someone who was sad. His usually shady face now looked cold and indifferent.

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