My Husband's Heart Belongs to Another Woman
Lust is wrapped in anger.

He was a grown man and this woman beside him was clearly halal for him to enjoy. But why another name he wanted to say? Ali stopped her speech, as Ayana placed her ring finger on Ali's lips. The first touch in an area forbidden to Ali Zein Ibrahim.

"I'm your wife, your wife is your dress. So wear me as you please and there is no reason for me to refuse."

Ali was stunned, his consciousness still not collected perfectly in his mind now. There was still a hint of disappointment over Annisa's departure for the second time. Regret, because it already cares about women who are married.

However, in his anger there was a desire that he had been trying to maintain, what was he waiting for? Of love? There is no desire to fulfill his obligation as a husband to Ayana, he said to wait for the right time.

 And now, as anger and disappointment take hold of him, that desire arises. Whose face and body does he want under his confinement? Is it true that A is for Ayana, not the other initials?

Ali rushed into the bathroom after finishing his desire for the wife who was still sitting quietly on the edge of the bed.

"I'm happy to be first for you, Mom. But, why is that aura of happiness I don't get on your face? Is it not me you want?" flow with a variety of flavors that are now whack. There is a taste that is just an illusion, but more pain that comes from the heart.

Ali was done cleaning his body. For a moment he looked at Ayana's gloomy face with her head slightly looking up to him.

Ali approached, rubbing the back of Ayana's hand which was staring full of happy hue on her face.

"There is sadness behind your happy face. Did I cause all that?" ali asked, getting his face closer. Ayana retreated avoiding Ali's eyes which made her even sadder.

"Are you happy after having the whole of me, Mom? Or am I just an impingement?" ayana said by removing the grip of Ali's hand that pulled his hand back.

"Is that worth calling a question? If yes, what kind of question is that? You're my legal wife, only you. There's no disappointment to you, no disappointment to be thrown into your body, just love, Ayana, love!"

Ayana smiled bitterly at it. Ali's speech and body language were not the same in his eyes. There is a lie behind love, something heavy when the sentence must be spoken.

"May I be happy now? May I be proud that my husband finally wants to recognize me as his only wife, do I violate the rights that are already mine?" Ayana was unable to withstand the rate of clear crystals that had accumulated at the end of her retina. And that clear circle finally escaped as well.

Ali wiped Ayana's tears with her fingertips. "Did I hurt you? You're not ready to accept all my ugliness?"

"What if that question is what I'm now asking you to answer, Mom? What answer will I get?"

"I'm sorry for all the mistakes in my past that I've brought up to now are in front of you." Ali brought the body of the wife who was no longer sobbing. Even though, she knew Ali did not mean it, but there was at least a little honesty that her husband tried to express. Although not as detailed as her suspicions, but Ayana knew enough if there were regrets that her husband tried to fix.

"Curly, Mas? Abis war uhud yeah, how about, win no?" halimah said as Ali entered her room.

"Thank God win, ma'am." Ali sat down across from her mother.

"Aamiin, hopefully soon." For a moment Ali turned his attention to the black map that was now in front of him.

"It's all in Ali's name, ma'am, why?" tanyanya astonished while opening the contents of the map.

"Because I believe in you, Mom. I'm sure you're done with your past, and you're ready to take on your duties and responsibilities as the head of the family and as the backbone of this family."

Ali remained silent. What does this mother mean? Is it a subtle satire or is it a true sentence? Because Ali is sure if the mother must have guessed if Annisa is the woman of the past that the mother meant.

Day after day has passed. Ayana has been able to accept all of Ali's confessions that she considers are still not fully revealed. Although, Ali had fulfilled all the obligations of birth and his bath to Ayana, but, Ayana knew that her husband's heart was still not fully hers.

Ali was cleaning her body in the bathroom when a message came in on her phone screen. Ayana did not intend to see the contents of the message. However, after a few seconds a message came back in. Ayana immediately grabbed Ali's phone.

"Mas, I chose to leave my husband. Need you. Can we meet tonight?" That's the message on Ali's phone screen. Ayana pangled, her heartbeat seemed reluctant to rhythm perfectly when she read the sentence.

"It turns out that I really love a man who is not finished with his past, even when this body has been fully handed over and he still retains the feeling of his former lover."

Ayana decays falling to the floor right then and there. I want to cry, but for what? Can Ali give love with her tears? Can Ali forget the shadow of his former lover with his disappointment? Of course not! Her chastity, her love, all her affection she had given up, but her husband's heart had not yet been obtained.

What other sacrifices should he make? Ayana squeezed her stomach hard which felt like she wanted to also antagonize herself lately. Wh why?

Ali came out of the bathroom and found his wife still asleep in her bed. Slowly Ali approached, rubbing the long mane of Ayana who was still wet.

"Well, I'll go to work first, yeah. Later if you need something say it to Mom," said Ali by peeping the top of Ayana's head briefly.

Ayana was crying in her closed eyes, she was smiling in the thump of her sadness. Mas's? During their marriage, only this time did Ali call himself Mas greeting. Sweet greeting present in a charged heart. The affection that can no longer make her feelings float like before when she first fell in love with her husband.

"Ay, are you really sleeping?" ali asked with a twist of Ayana's body which was now looking at him with watery eyes.

"You're sick, you're hot, honey."

And again, the tears were getting warmer in Ayana's eyes. All the questions were answered today. But what about the hope that is no longer the same? Why is everything free? There is no euphoria worth celebrating.

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