Love Me Seikhlasmu
Signs

Every day at the same hour the girl would sit at the cafeteria dining table where Juan was sitting. Day after day, time after time, the girl was always with Juan. He was never angry when Juan blatantly picked up the phone from Humaira in front of him or said a word of affection to his wife.

The girl always helped Juan ease his work let alone they collaborated into a team thing together. Slowly Juan got used to the girl's presence. He began to relax, and often walked together.

Every day as usual Humaira did her routine as a housewife. She takes care of the house and prepares food for her beloved husband.

The mansion, which was abandoned by her parents, is now occupied by Humaira with her husband Juan. Humaira deliberately did not want to be helped by a household assistant in taking care of her home. He who does not have any busyness just fills the emptiness of everyday life with berberes house.

Well, at the age of her marriage which is before 2 years she has not been gifted a child. That's what makes him sad. The feeling of loneliness is sometimes approaching especially Juan who lately often came home late at night because he was busy.

Humaira waited for her husband to come home that night. The cold dinner she reheated because her husband did not like the cold food. Humaira was afraid that Juan would suddenly come home and was certainly disappointed in her and finally her husband did not want to eat his cooking. But again the food became cold because her husband had not come home even though it was 2 pm.

Humaira who was waiting for her husband, finally fell asleep. A piece of paper he found on the nightstand in the morning when he opened his eyes.

I'll be out of town for a few days. Don't wait for me, go to bed first.

Humaira sighed. Alone again and he will feel lonely in the big house.

"Ting keg!"

The sound of the doorbell forced Humaira to get out of bed. He immediately found out who the guest who came so early to his house.

"Look at this hour just woke up. Ck. ck. ck..."

"Oh mother, sorry I opened the door long ago. Please come in, ma'am..."

"Bring those suitcases!"

"Good ma'am.."

"Yes my suitcase too"

Said the sister-in-law passing while chewing gum in her mouth.

Humaira just sighed.

If you can choose to be left alone or the arrival of the two women's guests, Humaira will prefer her own.

Her mother-in-law who was very chatty and always insulted her barrenly made Humaira feel sad and hurt. Moreover, the sister who always acted like a princess who always asked to be served, making Humaira like a maid in her own house.

"PREVIOUS!!"

A plate of food was thrown away by his mother and almost hit Humaira.

"Cih, you barren woman!! Cook it not! Just pantes my son became skinny!!"

Humaira slowly picked up the broken plates and scattered food.

"Aaww!!"

"Oohh, intentionally!!"

With his sister-in-law's leisure said after deliberately flapping Humaira's hand until it hit the broken plate.

Blood came out, Humaira could only grimace in pain.

Day after day the torture continued and stopped when Juan was coming home that afternoon. Her mother-in-law and sister rushed home that afternoon after Juan asked her what she wanted.

That's how they did it behind Juan the husband. But when Humaira told her husband, the man did not believe her and even accused her of nothing. Juan would never believe it because when he was with his mother, the queen's sweet treatment was received by Humaira from her mother and sister-in-law.

"Have you gone home?"

Greet Humaira who was happy when her husband was at her doorstep.

"Why your bruised body?"

"Oh I tegelicir while mopping the floor. It's okay, yep"

Lying, Humaira who did not want to say the bruises were the result of torture that her husband would definitely not believe. Because it will only lead to endless fights.

Humaira brought her husband's belongings inside. A few pieces of dirty clothes he put in the washing machine.

"Juan change perfume? The clothes are more feminine"

Humaira muttered while pouring soap into the washing machine.

After that he tidied up Juan's briefcase. Inside the bag was a paper bag containing pink lipstick. Humaira was so happy that the lipstick was definitely a gift for her.

"Well, this is for me, right?"

Humaira asked with a happy face while pointing lipstick in her hand.

"Not a color I like too much, but thank you..."

Juan only smiled slightly replying to Humaira's words while holding the back of his head. The man looked a little agitated but Humaira did not notice him.

Then in the morning while Juan was in the shower, the man's smartphone vibrated several times on the nightstand. There were several messages coming in when Humaira was preparing work clothes for her husband.

Humaira tried to see the incoming message because she had been used to reading messages to her husband when he was unable to hold his phone. However, the smartphone was locked with a pattern that Humaira did not know about.

"Replace the pattern?"

Humaira then put the hape back. He thought it was possible that the pattern was changed when there was a co-worker who already knew the key screen pattern. It looks like the time of work first. There was a friend who was nosy until he was forced to change the pattern of the lock screen several times.

Positive thinking, that's what Humaira always applies. Either he is so innocent or stupid that things get harder to return to the way they were.

One night, Juan came home drunk. Humaira was so shocked that this was her first time knowing her husband was drinking alcohol. In a drunken state, a hot struggle ensued that night. Humaira did not know she should feel sad or happy because Juan had not touched her for a long time.

Then a few weeks later the husband indulged Humaira with care and affection. Even two days that the husband did not enter the work to please his wife.

"Honey, our office is getting more and more unfair. A lot of salary is delayed for some reason. I don't feel right there anymore.."

"Why?"

Humaira asked while tasting her cooking.

"No idea, I think I want to open my own business or plant shares"

Humaira seemed to think.

"Well, that money can't make an investment?"

Humaira looked at her husband. The money in question is life insurance money belonging to his parents which amounted to 2 billion. The money had never been touched by him.

Looking at the eyes of the husband who looked sad and looked very hopeful, Humaira finally nodded in agreement. Yes, the love Humaira had for her husband was so great. That love ended up hurting him so deeply.

"Signature here yaang, keep the savings book kumpulin on this map yes"

Pinta Juan thrust out some paper width that morning after Humaira gave the green light for him to invest.

Humaira picked it up and was about to read the contents of the sheet.

"No need to read anymore, I'm late and can be late to the office"

Said Juan who looked hasty that morning.

Without reading it, Humaira put her signature there.

"Tok. tok"

They looked towards the door that was knocked from outside.

"Who is it...?"

Humaira asked the husband who was busy putting the paper sheet Humaira signed into his briefcase.

"Amorning, is Juan there?"

A beautiful girl asked in the doorway of her house.

"Who is it?"

Humaira's question was confused.

"Oh.. Yunita, comein. He's my coworker"

Juan answered eliminating the question in Humaira's head.

"Oh. please come in"

Yunita entered without hesitation.

The fragrance from the woman's body made Humaira think for a moment. He felt he had smelled the perfume but forgot where.

Notes: Flash Back is rather long yes please, please be patient and happy reading 🤗

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