After Marriage
CHAPTER 3 - No Defenses

I haven't had time to think about his words, mas alfath again scooped my lips, sip it strong until I was drawn into his arms.

I couldn't fight back, because my body was heating up in line with the fondling.

Slowly, like a cheap woman my lips moved back to that kiss.

Brak!

I flinched, I strongly encouraged Alfath to move away, when the sound of the door being opened violently.

Fahmi.

My eyes are breaking, suddenly blurred.

"Dammit! damn you two!" swipe Fahmi at the door.

I was surprised, fear started to spread throughout my body. With his jaws hardened and his rapid steps, Fahmi came to us, he grabbed the collar of the Alfath mas shirt and shot him blindly with a fist.

"Mas! stop mas! stop that!" I screamed, I swear by anything right now I'm so scared.

Without mercy, Fahmi continued to beat the already helpless Alfath mas, slumped on the floor of the living room.

"Mas, please stop!" I said softly mixed with sobs, tears kept flowing can not stop.

Plaque!

Now it was my turn to get a hard slap, I fell on the couch, helpless.

"Go away from my house, don't consider me your sister again. You disgusting woman." Hardeniknya without mercy, I accept, I am indeed a disgusting woman.

Especially when this loud slap landed on my cheek, I realized, I am indeed a disgusting woman.

I heard the footsteps approaching in a hurry.

"Mas Fahmi." Tika's voice.

"Ran, what's going on, baby?" anxiously, Tika helped me get up, sat me down and hugged me tightly.

"That's Tika! don't you mind the child not knowing this self! let him go with the bastard."

"Mas! enough, I know Kiran's wrong, but we can still talk about it fine."

I heard Fahmi laughing, a terrible laugh.

"Other than you want to talk about, you know what they were doing? they committed adultery in my house!" snapped Fahmi and I felt Tika's embrace begin to loosen.

Slowly, the embrace went further and further leaving me alone.

"What did Fahmi say was Ran right?" tanya Mbak Tika was full of disappointment and my heart was still sliced and heard the question.

Ma'am Tika is my mother's replacement, and I don't want to lose her.

Without an answer, I immediately rested on the floor, tightly hugging Tika's legs.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, I'm sorry." I said as much as I liked and Tika just fell silent.

I know he's disappointed.

"Kiran is innocent, I'm the wrong one here."

With a slow voice, Alfath open his voice, he also tried to get up on his own with a limp.

"Curtain! you guys are the same, demons, dajal," Fahmi's description is endless.

Ma'am Tika just kept quiet, usually he always stood up for me.

My tears are flowing, I hold my shame.

"Get out of my house," said Fahmi who was either addressed to whom, but I felt driven away.

"Let's Ran, come with me, go" asked Alfath, I was still sitting down.

I rematted my hands that were already soaked in cold sweat.

"Ran," call me Alfath again and I'm really confused.

For a long time I was silent, but Alfath kept waiting for me while Fahmi repeatedly screeched in disgust.

"Go without me Mas" I said softly, but I'm sure Alfath heard it.

Mas Fahmi chuckled, I faithfully bowed not daring to show a face.

"I will always wait for you" replied Alfath, sounding very sad in my ears.

I ventured to raise my head and look at her face for a moment. The crushed face was bruised, there was even fresh blood on the corner of his lips.

He passed, leaving a faint smile for me.

What would you answer if Dinda asked about your wounds Mas?

I look at the backs of the Alfath who are getting farther and longer. Suddenly my heart was empty, empty.

"Why is he still here? don't pretend to be deaf, I kicked you out, too."

"Mas, ease your emotions. Ran into the room," said Mbak Tika trying to mediate.

Afraid of Fahmi getting angry, I finally obeyed Tika's words. With a slow step, I left the living room.

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POV AUTHORS

Now live this couple in the living room, Fahmi and Tika are still both silent with thoughts raging in their heads.

"Mas." Tika opened her voice, she pulled her husband to sit on the sofa.

Fahmi was still silent, if it was in front of Kiran he could say as he pleased but now he was suddenly dazed. Failing to educate and care for his sister.

It felt like there was a huge rock stuck in his heart.

"Mas, better ki_"

"Already Bund. This time you will no longer defend Kiran. I will keep her out of this house" Fahmi replied blankly, feeling that a good way could not be used to open the eyes of her sister who had been covered in the wrong love.

"Listen to me first." Tika spoke slowly, she even stroked Fahmi's arm so that her husband's emotions subsided.

"We'd better get Kiran together" said Tika a little hesitant, afraid if Fahmi or Kiran do not agree with this idea.

"Who's match with? our friends are also all married." replied Fahmi indifferently.

Tika fell silent, she was confused about who to match Kiran with. Tika only wanted to prevent her husband from expelling her sister-in-law.

"I'll find the candidate, Mas patiently first. Don't be rash to throw Kiran away. Later you yourself will regret, only Kiran your brother Mas." explained Tika and Fahmi only speechless, not responding.

Fahmi may not seem to care about his sister, but deep down he really loves Kiran. Actually, he felt sorry for the fate that befell his sister, but it was undeniable that he felt disappointed.

"Just give it up to you, which is clear I'm not willing to see his face," the final Fahmi and Tika did not dare to say anymore.

She could only continue stroking her husband's arm, hoping that her emotions would subside a little.

Unconsciously by the two, if Kiran heard all their talk. Kiran wanted to apologize to her brother before entering the room. But his steps stopped at the barrier wall when it sounded Tika began to open her voice.

Kiran heard everything, about the match, about Fahmi who wanted to expel him, even about Fahmi who was no longer willing to see his face.

Kiran's tears flowed quickly, dripping down right on the floor.

Realizing that his mistake was inexcusable, Kiran had no defense.

With trembling legs, he turned around and again stepped towards the room. Flashbacks of his togetherness with his brother sprang up without pause.

The good old days are now turning into very bad.

I'm sorry Mas. Inner Kiran pilu, she stood in front of the door of her room and cried bitterly, while one hand held a strong door handle, holding her body to stand upright.