AISYAH FORTITUDE
Chapter 21

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The universe also clouded by sending down rain so heavy and heavy. The lightning that struck made that loud sound repeatedly shocked the heart.

A happy roar emanated from the faces of Anggie and Margaretha's mother. I don't know what they're hiding at the moment that's hurting and hurting other people. Aisyah simply fell silent and did not say a word. Until Baihaqi's hand touched her hand and linked to each other.

There is a pain but not a shred. There was a pain but no bleeding. But the inner wound due to this premeditated deception made everything runyam and chaotic.

Anggie saw the Husband pay more attention to the first, preferring the first, it was successful in making his heart become hot but not burned. One is the same one that is sore but not sliced, the one that is hot but not burned.

Who is to blame? (Don't tell the author who's being blamed.😔). Who should be responsible for this?

"Aisyah, I'm a bribe yes, our baby needs energy and nutritional intake from the Umminya" said Baihaqi slowly.

Aisha shook her head quickly. His appetite was instantly gone, right now Aisyah just wanted to rest in her room.

"I want to go home. Let me go home with Mr. Amin. I'm tired." said Aisyah slowly. His heart felt indistinct.

"Don't Aisyah. I feel alien here. Wait a minute." said Baihaqi slowly.

Whispers whispered the guests present loading Aisyah feel uncomfortable. How not, Aisyah is considered a barren woman who let her husband marry again for the sake of a descendant. It's ironic that heinous slander.

The afternoon changed to afternoon. All the invited guests had gone home since then, now just waiting for Anggie who was changing clothes and bringing some clothes to take to Baihaqi's house.

In the residence of Baihaqi's house there was Hanyfah and her Husband and Nadya his son. They were considered like their own family and they were present to congratulate her on her pregnancy. It was impossible for a brother to congratulate Baihaqi's second marriage, it was tantamount to calling for a cold war with Aisha.

Baihaqi, Aisyah and Anggie had arrived at Baihaqi's house. Mbok Surti shows the room to be used by Anggie. The room was very spacious and comfortable. The room was decorated by Aisyah as Anggie's Bridal Room. That way, later tonight Aisyah must be ready to sleep hugging her favorite bolster.

"Bugwi ... Nadya baby?" said Aisyah hugging Hanyfah tightly. Since then Aisyah was looking for someone who could talk to other things, and leaned her head slightly dizzy.

"Congratulations on her pregnancy, how old is she?" ask Hanyfah slowly.

"It's been two months, pray smoothly until giving birth later ya." said Aisyah slowly with a sad face.

"Definitely Aisyah ... I will accompany you when you give birth later." said Hanyfah slowly.

"Let's have dinner together" said Aisyah slowly.

They all walked towards the dining room and sat around the dining table. There was Hanyfah and her Husband and Nadya. There was Baihaqi and Aisyah as well as Lady Baihaqi the new one she was Anggie.

Aisyah also deftly took the rice into the dish, but it turns out there are faster. He was Anggie who first put rice into the dish and side dishes. Aisyah seemed to flinch at the sight, as well as Baihaqi who was not used to being taken care of and served by other women besides Aisyah.

"This is Mr. Bai .. " said Anggie with a sweet smile. This made even Aisyah extremely jealous.

"Receive Mas ... Anggie is your wife too. He has the right to serve you too. Let Anggie learn to be a good wife to you" Aisyah said slowly.

His heart wanted to cry and leave the dining room. It's only been a few hours like this. What if this lasts a lifetime.

tonight Baihaqi had already laid down on her favorite mattress in shorts and bare-chested. Her body was covered in blankets, while Aisyah had already changed her clothes in thin sleeping pajamas. They both lay in that thick blanket.

"Mas ... Anggie how?" asked Aisyah who was still thinking about the fate of the woman.

"Aisha at this time, while I was touching you never discuss anything else" Baihaqi explained.

Baihaqi resolved his desires and overthrew his body next to Aisha. His position faced Aisyah and rubbed the cheeks that began to look chubby.

"You know the proposition. My position here is only to cover his disgrace not to be a surrogate husband to be the father of the child he is born with. Didn't we talk about this with Anggie and Ms. Margaretha. Let the child be born and we do a DNA test to prove it" Baihaqi said.

"I understand Mas. Let's hope all this goes well." said Aisyah slowly.

"Aamiin ... we can only leave everything to Allah SWT" Baihaqi explained.

"Mas soon the Fashion Show will start then there is a road event to Turkey. I want to visit Brother Fathan and Kak Raina there." said Aisyah slowly.

"I'll be with you Humairah. As much as possible I will accompany you wherever you go." said Baihaqi, gently dipping Aisyah's cheek.

After knowing that Aisyah was pregnant, Baihaqi's spirit always peaked. Seeing his wife was like seeing an angel descending from heaven. Desire to crush and oppress the woman and satisfy her sexual desires.

Tonight was the same as the night before, not knowing how much Baihaqi spouted his seeds into Aisha's womb. Aisha just complies, not so a wife must obey if the Husband wants it.

The sound of that sighing sayup sounds delicious. Anggie who accidentally went outside the room to take a drink in the kitchen heard the sound. The voice that he should have made with Baihaqi when it was SAH became husband and wife, but in fact it would not have happened.

Baihaqi had already firmly refused to touch Anggie after marriage, not that it was indeed Islamic law. Moreover, it was not Baihaqi who impregnated Anggie.

Anggie realized this was all untrue, the one who should have been responsible was the one who had impregnated him. But how is it possible?? He and his mother could have been killed by the man who impregnated him.

Anggie just stared silently at the star in the sky that looked thick. 'Aisha is not in the dark sky and Baihaqi is the Sun while I am only a star that receives light from the sun and moon.' he murmured in his heart.

That Aisha will not be replaced by anyone by Baihaqi. Baihaqi's love for Aisha was too deep, Aisha was perfect in Baihaqi's eyes.

Maybe my way is wrong, but this is the only way I can escape the sexual entanglement of the man and return to normal life as usual. My growing belly will change my life later. May God always protect me and my family.

Anggie is just determined to be a good wife, learning from Aisyah to be better. However, Anggie would never be considered a wife by Baihaqi.

The night was getting late, a third of the night was about to reach its time. Aisyah and Baihaqi were busy bathing junub so as not to be left behind by Allah SWT in one third of the night.

JAZAKALLAH KHAIRAN

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