First Wife Freshness
Be late
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Khoiruddin went to the mosque in the TPA he founded. For two days, he stayed there. In there, he wept bitterly. No one dared to approach him because he was known for his fierceness.
Some people looked pityfully at Khoiruddin. Yes, everyone knows about Anisa.
After the prayer isya' the mosque will be used as a place of njai tafsir. Khoiruddin immediately stepped aside to the terrace of the mosque. He just stared at the dark sky.
From a distance, a girl who saw him pity. He approached Khoiruddin and gave him his handkerchief.
"The cow of water dripping down your cheek is abi!" Said Siti while staring half pity.
Khoiruddin took the handkerchief and used it to wipe his tears. Who somehow doesn't want to stop.
"Why are you crying? It's not that there's no love for him from you. Or does? You lied when I asked?" Sita Sarkas
"I'm not lying. But.. somehow it feels like it's so crowded here." Khoiruddin answered while holding his chest.
Heard his teacher's answer. Siti rolled her eyes looking puffy.
"Oohh.. come on abi! There are many beautiful stories in this world. Which...maybe you've forgotten just a drop of grief approaching." Pause Siti to catch her breath. "Now focus on your family. Your son and wife are also grieving in that big house." Siti Saying
"What's going on?" Ask Khoiruddin
"You'll find out if you come home." Answer Siti and leave Khoiruddin on the terrace of the mosque.
From inside the mosque heard his students chanting the recitation of the Quran. He closed his eyes and permeated the verses that buzzed in his ears.
Drown in the ocean. Khoiruddin now grimaced regretting all his actions. Starting from lying, adultery, and even other sins are seen in his memory.
He stood up immediately. Wash your face to look better. True said his student, there are still many beautiful stories that have happened. But the gratitude for what he has is still lacking or even does not exist.
With wide steps, he walked back home. To apologize to his children especially to his wife. The one who had been patiently receiving ill treatment from him all along. He even promised himself. Will prostrate at his wife's feet until an apology comes out of his lips.
Not wanting to think negatively, Khoiruddin knocked on the door many times. However, there is no truth from within.
His body throws down with tears that keep falling. Being late is a fitting word for Khoiruddin at the moment.
An apology is always spoken on her trembling lips. The sentence asked to his Lord was not spared he said.
But dear thousands, Maira and her children. Now he has left her alone in a dark pit of regret.
The cold night wind pierced through Khoiruddin's clothes. Even so, it is numb. With his wife's son.
That night, he was friendly with darkness and cold. Until his tired body. Unable to bear it and ended up falling with his eyes closed.
"Maira come back!" He murmured before it was all dark in color.
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The people who are patrolling the night. Surprised to see a figure asleep at the door that was none other than Khoiruddin.
"Pity yes!" Said one of the citizens
"Yes, but yeah, it's a result he has to feel!" Another citizen chimed in.
"Aisshh. Now let's keep watch again. Just leave him there. Tomorrow his son will be home." Citizen
"That's even if you want hahaha." said another resident.
All agree with what the third citizen said. They continued their night patrol and left Khoiruddin.
Seriate...
Forgive the author who cannot be diligent up🙏. Because the author writes only when the mood course🙏. Once again apologize and thank you to those who have been waiting for the ️