500 Million Men
Chapter 6. Always Wrong

Two people are mixing love placed in a bed. There were small moans from two humans who were currently about to complete their desires.

Their clothes were scattered. The room was only illuminated by a not so bright sleeping lamp. Both Fahri and Sifa had been bathed in sweat due to their hot activity that night.

Fahri carried out his duties, giving an inner living to the wife who at that time also wanted a warmth from her husband.

After the two reached their peak, both of them were lying limp on the mattress. Fahri ended his game by gently peeping his wife's forehead.

After lying down for a long time, Sifa moved out of her bed. He picked up his scattered clothes, then stepped into the bathroom to clean himself up.

After Sifa came out of the bathroom, Fahri went straight into it. The man also cleaned himself up after doing the hot activity they had just carried out.

A little later, Fahri came out in a fresher condition. He saw his wife grab something in her drawer. Sifa swallowed a medicine and then downed a glass of water that was on the nightstand.

"You're still taking pregnancy-delaying drugs?" fahri asked with a slightly disappointed look.

"Yes, Mum." Sifa answered her husband's question so casually.

"Until when are you going to postpone it? The marriage that we have had is almost two years," said Fahri.

Sifa rolled her eyes lazily. Turn around and then look at the husband who is standing behind him.

"Mas, for daily meals we are still lacking, especially later if you have children. Surely we have to spend money to buy clothes, buy diapers, not to mention milk formula," said Sifa.

"The child is sustenance from God, my wife. You can't say that. The sustenance for the child must be there, as long as you reduce unnecessary expenses" Fahri explained very wisely.

"What's? Not important? Then you better not get married! Mas said like that as if Mas Fahri cornered me as a wife who could not manage her husband's finances," she said.

Sifa gave a sharp look to her husband. He got up from his seat, then walked away leaving Fahri alone in the room.

Fahri massaged his forehead. He did not intend to hurt his wife's feelings. Just giving a small reprimand so that Sifa could save her expenses.

As a husband, Fahri also wants the presence of children among them. He wanted to build a small family in his house, hearing the sound of laughter as he held his baby.

Drrrtnt ...

Fahri's gaze was diverted to a square object with a lighted screen on top of the nightstand. Apparently Sifa forgot to bring her phone when she came out earlier. Slowly Fahri approached the flat object lying just like that on the nightstand. The man can see the incoming message because the contents of the message are plastered on the front screen, so Fahri can see the message without touching his wife's phone.

I wait in the usual place.

Fahri scrunched his forehead when he saw the contact named by Sifa is Aldo. The man immediately remembered the name. The name her father-in-law told her about a week ago.

He tried to contain his anger by bending his lower lip inward. He did not expect if his wife returned to exchange messages to the former who had been told by her in-laws.

Fahri chose to stay away from the nightstand. He stared out the glass window while muffling disappointment in his wife.

After replying to the short message, Sifa put her phone back on the nightstand. Then the woman threw herself on the bed, without saying a word to her husband.

Fahri tried to inhale oxygen greedily. Trying to eliminate the feeling of tightness that is in his chest. However, the tightness still filled the chest cavity .

Feeling unable to control his emotions, Fahri chose to get out of his room. The man came out of the apartment. On foot, he headed to the department store. Fahri buys a pack of cigarettes to relieve his upset taste. To hell with saving, this time he wanted to forget the things that made him cramped.

The man sat in front of the department store. It turns on its lighter, then burns a cigarette, inhaling its smoke deeply before it is exhaled.

His eyes were slightly reddened, but he tried to hold back the pace of his tears. He is not a weak man. It's just that he wants to appreciate his woman's feelings even though he has to hold a thousand wounds.

"Why is my patience being reciprocated like this? Why did I become the wrong man in my own wife's eyes," his mind as he looked up at the star-studded pitch-black sky.

After being outside for a long time, Fahri walked back to his apartment. The man saw Sifa who was already fast asleep. His wife was like a baby curled up under her blanket. Fahri's irritated feeling seemed to evaporate just like that.

"Really in my love for you. Even to hate you, I can't, "the man's inner self.

He rubbed his wife's long mane gently and affectionately. Then he landed a long kiss on Sifa's forehead.

Fahri pulled the corner of his lips, smiling at his wife who was so asleep. The man raised the slightly exposed blanket of Sifa.

Fahri changed his clothes that smelled of cigarette smoke. After doing this, the man lay down beside his wife, wrapping his hands around Sifa's slender waist.

"My wife, I can only fight to stay fine in front of you. I always hoped that one day you would realize how great and deep the love I have" Fahri said in his heart.

Unknowingly, a single tear was far from the corner of his eye. Fahri again bent his lips inward to hold back his cries.

Shortly after, Sifa turned around. The woman hugged Fahri so tightly. Sifa looked very comfortable leaning against Fahri's chest. Make the man feel more guilty if you have to increase the problem earlier.

One short message from former Sifa, unable to break down the love Fahri has for his woman. He hugged Sifa tightly, not wanting to lose the only woman he now had.

"Mas, you're too strong to hold me. I feel claustrophobic," Sifa said in a hoarse voice. Fahri's embrace woke the woman up.

"I'm sorry, honey." Fahri loosened his embrace so that his wife did not feel claustrophobic anymore.

"Sleep, Mum. Tomorrow you work, I work, too" said Sifa.

"Yes, My wife."

Sifa always forgot what happened a few hours ago, when she had an argument with her husband. That's what makes Fahri survive and as if nothing happened. Fahri just wanted to forget it, forget the wounds that had been broken in his heart. All he had to do was deepen his love, so that the pain from the wound would no longer be felt.

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