After the First Night
Chapter 13

This love will still exist even if you don't consider it to exist.

This heart will continue to wait, even though your race is almost dead.

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"Where are you from?!" Aisyah almost jumped when entering the room. She saw her husband looking at her in anger. The look in those eyes showed incredible anger. The man was still wearing the white shirt he wore in the morning. Both buttons are open, with the arms rolled to the elbow. The man's appearance was quite messy with anger clearly imprinted on his face.

"M-mas Arzan's. You-you're home?" Aisyah stuttered. She looked scared at her husband. Never before had he seen Arzan as he is today. He held his chest in shock.

"Why? Are you surprised to find me at home?"

"It's not so, my mom. Usually the mas came home late at night." great-granddaughter Aisyah while standing still in her place. The woman still held her chest in surprise.

"Oh, so since I came home late at night you could just go with your affair?" accuse Arzan of making Aisyah surprised instead of playing.

"cheating? You mean what mas?" aisha did not understand.

"Don't act holy in front of me, Aisha? Maybe yesterday you could fool me with the hypocritical attitude you showed! But not anymore! I already know your rot! You are nothing more than a cheap woman!" maki Arzan's. A drop of clear hair fell on Ayesha's cheek, and it hurt her to get such a painful insult from her husband.

"However you say that, my dear."

"Why should I not bear to you, huh? Cheap women like you deserve it!"

"Enough, Mom! Don't insult me like that. I don't understand what you're saying, Mom. Who is cheating? And why do you always say I'm cheap? Pain, Mas. Your words hurt me so much!"

"I'm not sick, huh? Seeing you with another man. Oh, is it because I don't want to touch you that you're looking for a touch from another man?!"

"Enough, mom! I'm not that low! Why do you always look down on me, Mas!"

"Because you are cheap! You are a lowly woman! I'm just disgusted to touch you. I don't know how many men enjoy your body."

Asiyah closed her eyes. Her husband's words were very painful.

"Even now that you're married, you dare to have an affair with another man."

"Who's cheating, Mom? I'm not cheating!"

"Then, if not cheating what's the name? The two walk together with Haris, laughing together without any burden!"

"Don't give! Where there's a thief who ngaku."

"Haris and I have nothing to do, Mom. Don't think no!"

"Whatever! I don't believe what you're saying! If it is cheap, it is cheap. Dryness in the central, so if not in the central feel there is less."

Aisyah squeezed her chest which was very painful.

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. So low am I in your eyes? I'm not that low!"

"If not a cheap woman, not a lowly one why are you not a virgin? You should be able to take care of all that, Aisyah!"

Asiyah was just stunned, her tongue was twisted. Don't know what to explain anymore. It was wrong, it was wrong in the past. Does a woman with a bad past seem to have no right to happiness?

"You should have said that you were broken in the first place."

"Even I'm so disgusted to see you." The man pulled the leather jacket hanging.

"Mas, where are you going?" asked Aisha in between her tears.

"It's none of your business!" the man replied as he exited the room. The clear thread came down hard. Not to mention yesterday's problem is solved, another problem arises. Aisyah did not understand why her husband's mind was so shallow.

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Tonight Aisyah waited for Arzan to come home late at night. Many times she saw the main door hoping her husband would come from there. But the door remained unopened until the wall clock showed 02:00 in the morning. Aisyah heaved a heavy sigh, she was confused where her husband was tonight. She wanted to explain everything, she wanted to apologize to her husband. He did not want any more misunderstandings between them. Aisyah did not want this problem to get more protracted and more complicated. The woman waited until she fell asleep in front of the television. He woke up when Mbok Sumi woke him up.

"Mistress," he called her softly. Aisyah who was sleeping carelessly was quickly awakened. He opened his eyes, finding the wrinkled face of Sumi who was smiling at him.

"G ... Mops. Wh why? Mas Arzan's home, huh?" aisha asked, raising her head. She quickly stood up while looking for the whereabouts of her husband that she could not find anywhere.

"Sorry, madam. Anu, sir hasn't come home yet." replied Mbok Sumi unwell. Aisyah let out a disappointed breath. Staring at the main door with hope running out.

"I woke up the mistress for dawn prayers. Anyway, I pity to see the madam sleeping here. Outside cold mistress. It is better that the madam wait for the master in the room only. Or maybe... Sir didn't come home." he said badly.

"Yes, thank you. Aisyah wants to pray at dawn." Not to forget he brushed a smile on Mbok Sumi. Brushed for a moment the woman's shoulder before leaving the tv room.

Dragging his weak legs, his heart again felt disappointed. Even tonight her husband won't come home. He immediately took a bath and prayed at dawn, pouring out all his heart to the creator. Because it was only on Him that Ayesha could tell the full story. Ask for help and guidance on what happened to his household. He was stupefied on the slapped prayer mat, surrendering to the stifling tears.