A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Chapter 10

Pov Hanifa

'Well, why am I so careless, why did I forget to lock the door when I was about to take a shower!' my mind was leaning behind the door.

I was really surprised to see Mas Setya who was already standing inside the house, what did he want to come here? I felt so disgusted when I saw Mas Setya's gawking expression looking at me who was just wearing a towel. I'm still his wife, but I don't know, I don't think I'd be able to let my body be touched by him anymore. Whatever the reason, I feel disgusted! Really am! I no longer want things that should only be mine but already owned by someone else, things that are only mine but have been felt by other women. It should be just me, but Mas Setya has split, I can't share that one.

It's not that I'm being disobedient towards my husband, but I'm acting like this because of the deception. He married and had another wife without my knowledge, without my permission and without asking about how much hurt my heart and my son had been after he betrayed me. His promise to go to work for a living, but in fact he went to find honey in a new home, is the honey is now no longer sweet? Until he intends to go home.

**

"Fa, open the door, Mas Setya still kept calling and knocking on the door. I don't know how many times. I took my clothes, put on my robe and my hijab.

''Fa!'' his voice sounded snapping. And I still choose silence.

''Pha, denger no, if the husband called it in answer. Open the door quickly! You're making Mas angry!'' listen, the man I chose had been repeatedly rude since I knew the woman. He used to be a very nice and sweet husband.

''Do you want to come here again? I feel like I no longer want to see your face.'' I replied from inside the room.

''Did you forget? This is my house, the house I bought from my sweat. And you, you are also still my wife Hanifa, said Mas Setya. His voice sounded so loud.

''You better divorce me now!'' finally those words came out of my mouth. I leaned against the wall of the door with my chest tight. Six years is not a short time, six years I am always patient, always loyal, always pray for the best for him, be it about nutrition, health and more. But in return, the promise he made six years ago was just the wind, only once he forgot everything. It turns out that Mas Setya's faith is not as strong as I thought, his love for me is not as big as he always said. He turned to another woman, a woman he probably felt was better than me.

''Father, I'm sorry. Open the door, please. I promise you, I will be fair. Mas will always visit you after this.'' suddenly Mas Setya's voice sounded softened.

''Can't Mas. I don't want to!'' my yelling.

''You know Hanifa, originally all this Mas did because of you. I work at home because I want to make you and Arif happy. But you know, it turns out Arumi likes Mas, she gives everything that Mas wants, she spoils Mas so much. Try to think, which man can refuse if given luxury and pleasure for free.'' explained Mas Setya. His voice sounded hoarse.

''I don't care, Mom. That's enough to prove that you're not a loyal man. If Mas really remembers and prioritizes me and Arif, Mas will definitely reject him. Now divorce me!'' my chortle. 

''Im sorry Mas.'' he said softly. I chose to be quiet, waiting for him to get tired of himself. Repeatedly he apologized I did not ignore.

After a few minutes there was no sound. Setya did not speak anymore. 

For a few minutes I stayed in the room, put my ears to listen to the movements of Mas Setya, but I never heard. Just a quiet silence. Maybe Setya was tired and went home. Thought me.

I finally decided to open the door. 

Chequek! 

As soon as the door opened, I looked at the clock on the wall, the clock was five o'clock and twenty-five minutes. Arif usually returns from Musholla after finishing the Magrib prayer.

''Aw ... Mas!  Release!'' my screams. Setya carried my body from behind. Setya then took me to the room. I rebelled violently, but Mas Setya's power was much greater than mine. Upon arrival in Mas Setya's room released my body on the mattress, he closed the door quickly.

''Mas, what do you want, open the door?'' my protest, I think the tears have flooded the eyes. I'm scared, really!

''Hanifa, you are still the wife of Mas. You can't refuse what you want.'' Mas Setya brought himself closer right in front of me, his breath hitting his face. Our distance is so close now.

''Mas, still not satisfied with your mistress.'' sobbed I said. Mas Setya pulled the tip of my veil rough, until the hijab was removed. I tried to fight back but he was getting more rude.

''Look at you the more beautiful Hanifa is. You made Mas interested in approaching you again. You know Mas miss.'' Mas Setya was about to kiss my lips, now that his body was above me, I quickly pushed him. 

''Please ..'' I shouted. The encouragement I did really had no effect on his sturdy body.

''You mustn't embarrass Hanifa, we are still lawful husband and wife. Want mintak please who are you! Ahahhhh don't dabble in you. Stay undressed, we have fun for a while, what a hard heck!'' Setya said casually. He took off his clothes quickly. Then he climbed back into my body. It********my lips are greedy, I cry, both hands hold my hands, my feet are on the keys using her feet. I can't fight a single fight.

''You remember, on our first night. You gave Mas to touch all your bodies willingly and with a smiley face. You should be acting like Hanifa now too.'' Setya said as he walked every inch of my body with his lips. Then he opened the top of my shirt by force. He has no pity to see me sobbing. My limbs feel weak, because they continue to rebel but do not manage to escape. Setya was playing on my chest. With his mouth, again I revolted but still fruitless.

**

After fifteen minutes.

My crying won't stop, I sit on the bed with both hands hugging my knees. I wept over my weakness that could not escape from Mas Setya. 

Setya put his clothes back on with excitement. Sweat drenched his forehead.

''Thanks Hanifa. Playing like that was really delicious. Keep rebelling when Mas ask, because it adds to the sense of spirit Mas. Take it for your shopping. Mas go first said Mas Setya while throwing red money at me. After that he left with wide footsteps. 

I looked at the money that was splashing on the bed. Both of my hands were tightly clenched. My tears then dripped again and became stronger. He treated me exactly like a paid woman. I feel like I have no self-esteem in front of him anymore. He doesn't appreciate me anymore.

'I have to ask anyone for help so that I can be free from Mas Setya, I want to sue him. But I knew to do that it took a lot of money.' My mind raged.

From yesterday the face of Mas Abdillah always reflected in memory. Mas Abdillah is the only brother I have. But, I knew Mas Abdillah was far across. Even his cell phone number I don't know, because it's on Mas Setya's phone. Who should I ask for help with? All this happened because of my innocence, it is good after this I became an independent woman so as not to be easily denigrated and fooled.

After that I decided to make the bed, and then I went back to the bathroom. I cleaned myself repeatedly with soap. I cried again remembering the incident. Arif can't see all this, my son can't see me crying. It seems after this I have to move from this place.

Seriate.

This chapter is the last chapter of Hanifa crying because of Setya. After this Abdillah will go home. And avenge all Hanifa's pain.

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