ICHA Is My Wife
Regretting

Shortly after that, Afdal again received a call from Darius who had delivered and showed him where to fly*at he had visited.

"What's wrong?" ask Afdhal.

"Where are you now?" ask Darius through the air connection.

"I'm still in the room you rented for me!" reply Afdhal.

"Get out! there's a lot I'm showing you, to make you free from your troubles!"

"What did you say? freest? instead you add to my troubles, the woman is angry and hates me now!"

"It was indeed her duty, satisfying every man who wanted to enjoy her body!"

"You're crazy! what if she's pregnant?"

"It's not your responsibility and before doing that they've arranged and designed what they should have done and are already working on it so that it doesn't happen!" obviously Darius was relaxed.

"However I have desecrated the girl who has not wronged me!"

"It's not your fault, he went to that place to find a job and you've helped him, if you hadn't hired him that night, he wouldn't have earned any wages, he said, their pay was in line with what they did!" obviously Darius again.

"You're right to be crazy!"

"I told you to get out of that place and find a place that makes you calm!" darius said again.

Not wanting to argue and blabber at length again, Afdal turned off his phone connection and looked at the sky roof of the room with regret. What if Ramli finds out about this, what if Rita finds out she's been ruining a woman he's never done before?.

Unimaginable by Afdhal how the look of his parents' disappointed face when knowing the stupid things he had done and what response Irwan would give him when he knew that the one who taught him like this was her own brother's enemy.

Arrrrgghhhhh.

Afdal blasts his anger by kicking the child at the table nearby and screaming as loud as possible.

Apparently, since then Sisilya has finished bathing and changing her clothes with a more polite dress from that night. He watched Afdhal who continued to curse himself from behind the bathroom door.

There was a pity on the woman as she looked at Afdhal who deeply regretted her conversation and saw how broken her heart was now. But, however, Sisilya's disappointment was far greater than her love.

"Find a place that makes you calm!"

The words that Darius said to him instantly ganged up in his eyes. It flashed for a moment that he thought the sentence that Ramli had said to him and his father had always told him until now.

"Only a mosque can make us calm when we regret all our actions!"

After exhaling many times, Afdhal immediately took his car keys and put on the shirt he wore last night.

He continued to drive his car at high speed to immediately get the place he wanted, he said, no need to wait long he finally found a mosque that is medium-sized and happens to be quiet that there is only the caretaker of the mosque.

For some reason, the sight now turns to the shirt he wears. At once he was disgusted by her dress, the clothes she used to ruin the honor of women.

Afdhal quickly pulled the shirt, removed it from his body and torn it with his fingers, the rest of the cloth he took out of the car and threw it into the garbage bin in the mosque.

After taking ablution, Afdhal again took a deep breath as he was about to enter the door of the mosque. He felt unworthy to be in this place. However, there is no harm if he asks forgiveness to his creator, so Afdal thought to convince his heart to keep entering this clean place.

After he finished praying, Afdhal raised his hands parallel to his face to offer some prayers and asked Tuhanya to take away the sin he had committed and the new great sin he had committed.

That prayer and hope he prayed so earnestly and so fervently, that tears explained how sorry he was for the deeds done.

"What's wrong with you, buddy?" ask a young man whose age is not far from Afdhal.

It turned out that the man had noticed Afdhal who continued to cry while praying until the moment.

Afdhal looked at the young man faintly as his eyes were puffy and reddish from crying too much.

"I just want to pray!" reply Afdhal.

"Are you in a lot of trouble?" ask the young man who is now sitting near Afdhal.

"I just want to feel the peace!" reply Afdhal looked boldly staring at the figure of the man.

"My name is Danuar, you can think of me as a friend and I can also listen to stories and if I can I will also help your problems!" he smiled sincerely.

"I want to be alone!" afdhal answered with a face that held back the tears so as not to fall back.

"Well, ask if there's anything you want to ask!" his reply.

Finished saying so Danuar pampered his feet to take the Quran and read it not far from Afdhal.

Afdhal heard every chant that came out of Danuar's mouth, his melodious voice and his precise reading made Afdhal's heart touched and more and more peaceful to hear it, his mind was increasingly made calm and his heart that was once crowded now felt a little roomy.

"I want to tell you a little bit!" afdhal said as Danuar paused his reading!"

Hearing the words of Afdhal, Danuar stopped and finished his reading.

"What do you want to ask?" danuar asked after having kept his Quran and now sitting opposite Afdhal.

"Nothing!" reply Afdhal.

What an Afdhal attitude is now really strange and confusing, though Danuar had good intentions for him to listen to the story but the man actually left Danuar by walking quickly like a person who was being chased. What's wrong with him?

In the car Afdhal again shed tears he wanted to feel like he told me this problem but, what luck? there was no way he could tell someone he had just known, not that he did not believe it but prevented it better he thought.

Usually every time there is a problem like this he always tells his mother or father, but now he has to tell his misfortune, it is impossible for him to tell his dirt to his parents, he said, just like he was asking to be killed by them because all the people in his house were people who really hated people who hurt and belittle women, let alone things like this, he said, it is the same as looking for death.