Don'T Be The Antagonist
Honestly Heart

Brak ....

Fauzan frowned deeply, taking a few steps back, preparing to break down the door.

While Fadil has contacted their family doctor, according to Fauzan's request.

"W-what's going on inside?" asked Keisha, to Mbok Yanti who came closer to him.

"Itu– Non, usually Mistress–"

Clamps ....

The door opened, sending a woman out of the room with an injured hand, even dripping her blood on the floor.

Fauzan who was about to break down, finally broke his intention and looked at the figure of Aina who came out by sticking out her bloody hand, so that her blood would not hit her clothes.

"Are you okay?" asked Fadil, looking at the hand of his sister-in-law who got a scratch wound quite long and deep.

"Yes, but there's a peck on the dresser. So my hand did not accidentally hit the vase," explained Aina, making the dead Fauzan freeze, immediately sighing in relief and hugging him tightly.

"Alhamdulillah, I thought you were why. Hand hurt?" fauzan asked, taking off his coat and making it into a material wrapped in Aina's injured hand.

"If you press, it will hurt. Don't press too much, I'll wash my hands in the bathroom. Want some blood first," said Aina, pulling her hand out of Fauzan's suit.

"I came along" said Fauzan, after Aina re-entered the room and followed her into the bathroom.

Before that, Fauzan had looked at Aina's private room which was rarely allowed to enter others carefully. See if there's anything awkward or not in that place.

"See what?" aina asked, looking at her husband who was stopped in the middle of the room and looking at her surroundings closely.

Aina just kept quiet, didn't bully her and let Fauzan help her clean the blood on her hands.

"Let Mbok Yanti come in. If on the dresser you already have a lacquer, it means this room needs to be cleaned," said Fauzan, without removing his focus from Aina's hands.

Aina let out a soft breath. "Yes. I'll have Mbok Yanti clean her room."

After that Aina kept quiet, watching Fauzan continue to wash her bleeding hands, until the blood no longer came out.

"Honey," called Fauzan, making Aina look up and look at him.

Pt ....

Fauzan kissed the wife's thin lips, gave a gentle smile and stared at the beautiful woman's brown eyes.

"Why all of a sudden?" aina asked, tilting her head, looking at Fauzan with an astonished look.

"Kangen," Fauzan replied, clutching the slender waist closer to him and hugging him tightly.

"Since Keisha's quarrel, you've never been spoiled. My wife is spoiled and strict. I miss her" whispered Fauzan, hugging Aina tighter and tighter. It was as if she knew Aina would get further away if she did not hold onto her tightly.

"That's because you make me angry and jealous." Aina drowned her head on Fauzan's shoulder and inhaled the scent of her husband's clothes deeply. "I'm angry, but I can't say and take it out because you're my husband."

Aina let out a rough breath. "I don't want to be a brash wife just because of my anger and ego. I tried to hold everything by myself," he explained, continuing.

Fauzan was silent, staring at the tiny body of Aina in his arms. "I'm sorry, I failed to keep up your feelings."

"Yes. I know you're trapped by him." Aina gulped her saliva hard, there was a pain in her throat. "Therefore I fear you more and more. Sorry, Mas."