Honey Contract My Husband
Part 48's. The Other Side of Jihan's Life

After the body of his late father-in-law finished being buried, the state of the house became quiet and silent. The guests who visited, one by one, took their leave to return to their respective homes. There were some people still in the house that Narendra did not know who the people were milling about, he said, only sometimes face each other unintentionally and display a gloomy face and no friendly look at all from them. However, Narendra understood because the situation was still in mourning.

Then, Jihan brought Narendra into a room. They sat on a thin iron bed in a very small, shabby, damp room. The man was confused by the room that Jihan referred to as his private room that was nothing more than a home for rats and cockroaches.

However, the man was polite. He did not ask or look uncomfortable while sitting on the bed with his legs hanging, only occasionally shortened when a few rats tickled on his legs as if he wanted to climb into the man's body.

"I'm sorry, my room is like this" Jihan said regretfully as she watched her husband rise repeatedly in shock and tried to evict the rats and cockroaches that had crept at her feet.

"Yes, no problem," narendra said he tried to relax although he often shuddered amusedly shaking all over his body when he saw a cockroach that suddenly appeared and flew from under the bed or a mouse that came in through the gap of the room door that's.

"Can we go home tomorrow?" ask the man at the end. One thought in Narendra's head to go home immediately so as not to linger in that situation.

"Tomorrow we'll go home, okay?" narendra asked once again, after many times he had asked about the same thing.

However, Jihan's reply remained shaken, "Mas must be uncomfortable being here. So, just go home first, I still want and there is a need here," Jihan said repeatedly must Narendra constantly say will not leave him alone.

Because there is such an oddity that Narendra felt since the procession before the funeral occurred, where he always looked at Jihan with a huff and alert gaze when he came into eye contact with people around him. There was worry in his mind.

"Please go home now."

"Did you not let me stay overnight here? It doesn't matter if we go home tomorrow or the day after, as long as we're together" said Narendra, who got a head-butt from Jihan.

"I can't go home yet, still want to be here. Come home, Sister Cia must be worried," said Jihan who persuaded by carrying the name Cliantha as the center of Narendra's weakness.

"Either that. How can I leave you alone, when I come back alone? What does Cliantha say later?" narendra argued, even though he knew the heart of Jihan who was still grieving and wanted her to be in the house that used to be occupied with the father.

"As you have to work, later I will go home after 3 days or a week later," Jihan break up gives certainty.

"Promise, maximum up to a week stay. If not, then inevitably you have to go home with me," an agreement as the middle way.

Tonight, Jihan let her husband stay the night, sharing his little bed. Decit the legs of the old bed that is still made of iron invite noisy when the large body of the man tried to move to take a good sleeping position because his position is now– sideways– is not comfortable at all for him. However, Jihan was silent even though in the back there were loud and noisy voices, but tonight she did not want to commit any aggression.

"I'm home, huh? Where's mommy?" Narendra asked in the morning as he was about to get ready to go home.

"My mother and brothers are still asleep and they don't seem to want to be disturbed first, Mas" Jihan replied.

Strange, but not dizzy by Narendra. Now her gaze was fixed on Jihan's stomach, "As far away from me, please take care of yourself and the fetus in your womb. Call me before anything urgent happens because it takes time to get here" Narendra said.

Felt unable to make the man's heart convinced, then, Narenda's intention to go to be careless, "Come, just come with me. We're going home now," she pulled Jihan's hand.

"No, not now. Mas, later you won't have to pick me up, let me come back with my brother when I'm feeling well" Jihan said before they split. Can't be pushy because it's always the rejection that Jihan gives. Finally, he continued on his way back home alone.

In the middle of the journey, then the man's mind wandered into imagining bad things that Jihan could possibly do as long as he had no supervision.

"Mother, Jihan is sorry" the young woman said in front of the rest of her family.

Plaque! A hard slap landed on Jihan's cheek.

"Brazed kid!"

"Why are you saying sorry now? Can it bring everything back? Can you make your father come back to life?"

"I really hate you, bitch!!"

In the front yard of Jihan's house, there was a sound like a large object falling or like the sound of someone hitting an object loudly until the sound was heard from outside the house.

Narendra rushes to find the source of the sound coming from inside Jihan's house.

"Sorry, ma'am, Jihan doesn't have any money yet,"

Plaque! Plaque! Plaque! Repeatedly, Jihan gets a slap from the woman who is now standing in front of her.

"Reason! You killed your own father, Jihan!" Bugh!

"The child does not know himself! Don't know it's lucky!" some of the swearing accompanied by tonyoran on the young woman's head was so tight that several times the woman's head was pushed back and made her fall to the floor without any resistance.

"Where is your gratitude to my husband who has cared for you since your baby until this age?"

"It's still good that you're taken care of by this family, but what's your reply?"

"Where is the money you promised to send every month for your father's medical expenses? Look, he's finally dead. Now let alone your defense? You're being rude, Jihan! No thanks!"

Bugh, bugh, bugh! Several blows landed on Jihan's body mercilessly. The culprit is not just one, but several adults. Two tortured women and a man who watched. With Jihan, the victim was a woman who had been curled up on the floor with a bloody nose.

"Killer! Big liar! A kid doesn't know that being lucky like you deserves all this!" Several times the young woman's shin was kicked by some women who were older than her. Jihan just cried, whimpered in pain, and said forgiveness many times without doing a fight, just trying to avoid and protect herself as much as possible.

And... Byurs! Suddenly a bucket of cold water splashed on him, but not entirely flushed Jihan's body, but now Narendra had protected the body of the woman who was shoved on the floor and brought her into the confines of Narendra's large body.

All the commotion became silent for a moment when the figure of Narendra suddenly appeared and protected Jihan.

Narendra rose up carrying with him the risky body of Jihan in his arms, "What was my wife's fault that you would torture her like that?" ask him some of the grown men and women who are in that place.

Seriate....