ATIQA
Chapter 78: Pretending

Atiqah is preparing in front of the mirror. She put some thin make up on her face. Covering his swollen eyes. After yesterday's incident, Ardi left and somehow spent the night where.

Ardi came home drunk this morning. Until the afternoon Ardi was still sleeping. And this afternoon Subroto will come to pick them up.

"Yang .. wake up. Bathing. It must have been on the road. Don't you forget we're going to dinner?" Atiqah shook Ardi's arm, her sleep turned down. Ardi ignored Atiqah, clinging to Atiqah's hand with his elbow.

Atiqah continued to persuade Ardi to wake up immediately. He himself was ready with a black knee-length dress, long arms and part of his collar close up to the neck to cover the wound bite Ardi yesterday.

"Yang .. wake up," Atiqah tried again.

"What the hell? so noisy!" Ardi sat down while holding his head.

"We have a promise with Eyang. You're not inget?" Atiqah stood on the edge of the bed.

"Inget" answered Ardi and closed his mouth, nausea from a drunken night.

Ardi pushed Atiqah in a hurry to get off the bed. "Gosh ..." Atiqah took a few steps back, holding the nightstand's lips.

Ardi went into the bathroom. The sound of nausea was heard until Atiqah's ear. He's coming there.

"Who .. need my help?" atiqah said while knocking on the door. Ardi deliberately locked it.

Ardi did not reply, a nauseous voice still sounded. Atiqah sighed, leaning on the door.

"What am I wrong? come home from the doctor well. But ..." Atiqah recalled the last time Ardi received a message and her husband changed.

Atiqah went into the room, looking for Ardi's cell phone. "Ah .. jacket. Where's jacket?" Atiqah look for Ardi jackets that are worn when going and going home.

Ardi's jacket lay on the sofa. Atiqah reached out to him and found what he was looking for.

"Well, why use a password anyway?" Atiqah was upset when she turned on the screen and had to enter the code. Ardi's phone is locked.

Atiqah tried it several times while looking towards the bathroom door. Just in case Ardi comes out.

"Why open my phone?" Ardi snatched his phone from Atiqah's hand. His loud voice made Atiqah take one step back while hugging her stomach. Ardi's hand was already floating in the air ready to slap the cheek. Atiqah reflex covered her face with her left arm.

"Sorry .. earlier the phone sounds. I just want to see who it is" he said, still covering his face.

"You dare lie to me?" Ardi pulled the hair of Atiqah, grasping it firmly.

"Pun .. geez. Sick," Atiqah held Ardi's hand.

"Are you used to lie to me? da? uh huh?? Answer!!" Ardi clasped the hair of Atiqah. Hair that has been neatly arranged is immediately messy and tangled.

"No ... no. I don't have any lies. I'm honest with you" he said, whimpering. His scalp feels sore.

"One time you lie to me. I will make you miserable. Wrestle out? Understand no? Answer!!" Ardi squeezed the hair of Atiqah.

Atiqah did not answer yet, the bell rang. Subroto and Thunder had already arrived to pick them up for dinner.

"Rapihin grooming you. Watch out if you get suspicious!" ardi said, pointing at his wife's face.

Atiqah rubbed his head that felt sore after Ardi released the pull.

Ardi who only uses bathrobe opens the apartment door.

"Paijo fat, durung get ready (Paijo crazy, not ready)" said Subroto annoyed to see Ardi who was not dressed. Ardi smiled then glanced at Thunder then walked first.

"Yes his name also has Eyang's wife. Pleasant first. Ehem ..." Ardi cleared his throat, he did that to make Thunder jealous.

"Mesra-mesraan wae your thoughts. Sableng. Ndang nganggo klambi kono (just mesra-mesraan your mind. Mad boy. Get dressed up there), "Subroto shook his hand, telling Ardi to go into the room.

Ardi nodded and entered the room. Approaching Atiqah who was tidying her hair in front of the dressing table.

"Wake up! don't turn back!" whispered Ardi with a tone of command. Atiqah was confused, looking at Ardi from the reflection of the mirror.

"Bend down!" Ardi is ruling again.

"Huh? what do you want?" Atiqah was more confused, but he obeyed Ardi's orders.

"Yes ..." Atiqah was surprised when Ardi raised his dress to the waist and lowered his underware until it sagged to the floor.

Atiqah rounded her eyes as Ardi was wetting hers with the soft liquid she took from the drawer.

"Don't now .. isn't there any Eyang?" Atiqah clearly heard Subroto's voice.

"I want it now, what can you do?" squeezing the left chest and then entering the manhood deeply without foreplay.

For Atiqah this is very painful. Hers was not wet at all but her husband had already entered it.

Atiqah closed his eyes. Her knees shook, as well as her hands holding the edge of the dressing table. Feels painful. Ardi is torturing him. Her husband is back to what he was.

Ardi drove with a quick movement while squeezing the buttocks of the Atiqah, occasionally pinching it. Atiqah held her voice. Subroto and Thunder were there.

"You're just mine! nothing else can belong to you. Only I can make you sigh. Remember that!!" Atiqah nodded her head. His neck was squeezed back by Ardi while continuing to poke him from the same position.

"From the beginning you were always good. Bersihin's! change your long clothes. I don't want Thunder to look at your calves," Ardi wiped hers with a wet tissue and opened the closet, putting on her clothes. Ardi once again threw the Atiqah away. His wife was almost kli*max but Ardi had let go of the union on purpose.

It tastes? it is very painful for Atiqah. The second time he was abandoned, ignored before feeling a sense of release.

"Thunder? why call it Thunder?" Atiqah felt awkward with Ardi's words.

This is domestic violence. Thought Atiqah. He was tormented physically and mentally.

Atiqah took off the dress earlier, looking for clothes that were in accordance with Ardi's orders.

"Teacher neh po piye? sak dewe clock. Ra is polite, wong tuo sing kon is waiting (Sleep again what? an hour by yourself. Not polite, parents are told to wait)," said Subroto annoyed waiting for Atiqah and Ardi to prepare. The husband and wife just came out of the room. Ardi embraced Atiqah's waist, being friendly to make Thunder jealous again.

"Sorry Eyang, Atiqah's stomach hurt. So Ardi told Atiqah to rest for a while," Ardi lied. His right hand rubbed Atiqah's stomach.

"Keep saiki piye nduk? tesih loro's? (Then how about son? still sick?)," Subroto approached Atiqah.

Atiqah shook his head, "Not Eyeang. It's better" and then smile.

"Don't hurt anymore dear," Ardi pretended to be sweet to Atiqah. Atiqah can only participate in the show with her husband.

Dinner was not too long, Subroto was worried about the health of Atiqah who was pregnant. The air at night is not good for the grandchildren of his son-in-law and future great-grandchildren.

Subroto asked the waiter for a bill and gave him a black card from his wallet.

"Sorry Eyang, Atiqah wants to go to the toilet again," Atiqah was not feeling well. It was the third time he went to the toilet.

"Yowes . ra popo. Ati-ati (Yasudah. Be careful), "that was the third time Subroto said it.

This time Ardi did not accompany Atiqah. He focused on looking at his cell phone screen. Thunder went to the toilet first.

"Of ..." Atiqah hugged her stomach. Her stomach really hurt. His body is a little shady. Luckily, there was a female servant who passed by.

"Mba, what's wrong? it hurt?" ask the waiter. Holding Atiqah's arm, she sat on a plastic chair in front of the toilet.

"My stomach hurts mba," sweat spots appeared on my forehead. Atiqah grimaced with pain.

"I'm looking for help first mba. Who'd you come with?" ask the waiter again.

"Su-" has not Atiqah answered. Thunder was approaching him.

"Mhrs ... Why Atiqah? where's that sick?" tanyakanya. Thunder crouched down while touching Atiqah's arm.

"He said his stomach hurt" the waiter replied. Atiqah was unable to answer, he was busy adjusting his breath while rubbing his stomach pain again.

"Sir, are we going to the hospital?" Thunder tidying up the child's hair that covered the forehead. Then grab a handkerchief in his pants pocket. Thunder wiped the sweat on Atiqah's forehead and neck slowly.

"No-not u-sah Ma-s .. se-ben-tar first," he said.

"Okay," Thunder stood on the left side of Atiqah. The waiter went into the kitchen to get warm water.

"Ma-s-hope-please u-sap," Atiqah asked for help Thunder rubbed his lower back. It feels hot running up to the hips.

"Huh??" Thunder was confused, but this was a request from Atiqah himself and they were not doing anything strange.

Atiqah, who was afraid of Ardi, chose to relieve his own pain. She thought asking Thunder for help was better than her husband.

Thunder rubbed the back of Atiqah. The waiter came with a glass of warm water and gave it to Atiqah.

"Diminum used to be mba," thrusting the glass.

"Thank you mba," Atiqah accepted it, drinking it slowly. Thunder still gave a gentle swipe.

"Suck!" Ardi pulled the Thunder, dropped it and then crushed it. Beating Thunder blindly.

Subroto came to break up but was not listened to by Ardi. Atiqah shouted, begging Ardi to release Thunder.

"Thunder is nothing wrong. I'm .. I'm just asking for help. My stomach ached," finished saying that, Ardi let go of Thunder and got up.

Plaques

"Bit*ch!! Very cheap of you," Ardi slapped hard on Atiqah's left cheek until the corner of her lips was hurt.

"Arm!!" Subroto floated his wand but Ardi could fend it off. He looked back at Atiqah and disgusted.

"Don't play with your hands!" Thunder shouted and then punched Ardi. They were fighting, until the restaurant security came to break up.

"Fuck! Cuneiform! Tai's!" Ardi shouted out harsh words to Thunder. Subroto shook his head.

Unsatisfied, Ardi pushed the security that held him back and then would throw a fist at Thunder but ill-fated, Atiqah who was hit in the eye when it would stop Ardi.

"Mr ... Mba," cried the head of security who was holding Thunder, switched to capture the body of Atiqah who was about to fall.

Seriate...