My husband Santri Idaman
I Hate You

"You'd better stay at the hotel in front of the hospital, yeah. Do not go home at night gini," advised Ms. Nurma who responded to a nod of the head by Abyan and Yumna.

"Pipip together Mimimim will sleep here?"

"Yes, Honey. We'd like to accompany your Om and Aunt. We rarely get together. And it just so happened that the moment was right in the moment."

"Alright, Mim. We go first then. Give our regards to Bang Adnan and Mbak Alya."

"God willing, darling. You guys be careful."

"Yes. Assalamu’alaikum." Abyan and Yumna shook their parents' hands before leaving.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Abyan and Yumna stepped away from there hand in hand.

A hotel that is quite luxurious around the hospital is the second choice to stay tonight.

"Byan, you got any money?" yumna asked whispered as her husband was standing at the checkout table and was in the process of checking in.

Abyan glanced at Yumna and gave a smile. It feels like he laughed at the question of his wife who impressed very sweet according to him.

"Any smile?" Yumna was suddenly upset. "If you don't have. Then-" Yumna's words came to a halt when she saw her husband take out a gold card from inside his wallet which she kept in his pants pocket.

"Suite room is super luxurious," Abyan pinta at the gaped receptionist saw the ordinary man in front of her at this time but instead pulled out an unexpected card.

"Okay, Young Master."

"Don't call me Young Master. I'm an ordinary person," Abyan protested.

"Ah, yes sorry."

Yumna's mouth was gawking at her husband. He still doesn't believe this. To the point of not saying anything and not asking Abyan at all about where the young man got the card from.

"This is the key to his room."

"good. Thank you." Thank you." Abyan glanced at his wife who was still silent without a sound. "Come, Na. We enter the room" he whispered, raising the Roman feather of Yumna.

Yumna walked following her husband who stepped first while clasping his hand. His eyes were unceasingly staring at Abyan questioningly.

"You can ask anything later in the room, Na," said Abyan understood what his wife wanted.

"All right." For a while Yumna held back her feelings of not directly asking while in the middle of the road like this until the two of them entered into the room.

Cklek~

"Welcome to the luxurious suite of rooms the result of your husband's hard work!" exclaim Abyan prides himself in front of his wife. Not for riya. He just wants to play with his wife.

"So ... From man-" Yumna's speech came to a halt as Abyan hugged her from behind.

"I want to, Na."

"It was noon, By."

"It's noon, Na. It's late now" Abyan said as he slowly removed his wife's headscarf.

"Aren't you tired, Byan?"

Abyan just shook his head. His lips have now turned to the white neck of his wife who is no longer covered.

"Byan, you don't want to tell me first about where you got the money?"

"What's the story on the bed?"

"That's not gonna work out, Byan. It'll be the story."

"Yes already. It will be over with." Abyan flips Yumna's body and kisses her wife's brutal lips.

In the end, Yumna resigned and gave herself again to her husband.

**

"News now!" pinta Yumna was firm right after a while they rested after planting. "Where did you get all that money?"

"That money I got from my restaurant business all along."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, Na. I seriously. Since Junior High I started building small businesses. And now, I already have many restaurant branches. Of course I can't possibly propose to you without having an income. What would I feed my wife if I didn't work and have a business" Abyan explained at length. Yumna no longer knew what to say.

God was so good to her. Sending a man as good as Abyan to be his life companion.

"I'm better than your ex?"

"Away. Heaven and earth" said Yumna, publishing laughter on Abyan's lips.

Yumna kissed every inch of her husband's face.

"Na, if you keep this up, maybe someone will wake up again you know," recalls Abyan asking his wife not to provoke him.

"I don't care. What matters is that I'm really happy tonight."

**

On the other hand, Jonah walked back and forth on the balcony of his apartment. He had just finished a few rounds with the woman who was asleep on his bed at the moment.

"Fuck shit! Until when I have to wait. Why so long process!" jonah was not calm. Sit down, walk, sit down again, so keep doing it.

The shadow of Yumna being happy with Abyan made Jonah's chest very hot. He was just a little calm when he made love to women. After that, he was worried and angry again.

"Yun, are you okay?" ask the beautiful woman. Hugging Yunus from behind in a white kimono.

"I'm not okay, Elsa." Jonah drew the beautiful woman named Elsa by the hand and brushed her off.

"Is it because of Yumna again?" he asked, but was not responded to by Jonah. "Why do you always think of him, Yun?! I am here!"

Jonah turned. Facing her body and face to Elsa, she said. "Because he's so much better than you. He's not as easy as you give to any man your body."

Plaque!

Jonah's face was red. For the first time he felt slapped by a woman.

"Dear your mouth!" hiss Elsa held out one finger in front of Jonah. "You're the first man to take my body, Jonah!!" wrathful shouting.

"Oh yes, but who knows after that? Who can guarantee, if you'll also give your body away for free to the men out there?" insult Jonah without even a hint of clarifying his words. I didn't realize I had hurt that woman.

"God!" Elsa snorted and smiled wryly. "It turns out what Ratih said was true. You're just a depraved man who doesn't deserve to be defended!" his great-grandson. Go back into the room to change clothes and immediately get out of Jonah's apartment.

**

"Dyan!" call Yumna to shake the body of Abyan who is now asleep in his body. "Byan, wake!"

"Enggh, why Na?" abyan asked, groaning without opening his eyes.

"I'm hot, Byan. Turn on the AC," complained Yumna, removing the blanket that covered her body.

"Huh?" Abyan opened his eyes and rubbed them slowly. "But the AC is on, Na. It's even cold."

"But it's hot, By." Yumna fanned her face and body with her hands and blew her around.

Seeing his wife like that, Abyan got up from his sleep and checked the air conditioning.

"It's impossible if it's broken. The proof was that I felt a coldness instead," Abyan murmured incomprehensibly.

"Byan, hot!" yumna jolt, rough. Didn't mean to behave like that. But he himself was not aware of what he was doing.

Immediately Abyan turned his body and looked towards his wife.

"But it's already pull the flame of his AC, Na. Even I'm cold now." Abyan approached his wife and touched her cheek.

Plaque!!

Yumna violently brushed Abyan's hand away. Making the man surprised and gawking in shock.

"Hot Byan!" Yumna began to slowly undress her clothes while crying.

"Na, calm down. Now you lie down. I'll help fan your body."

Yumna obediently followed Abyan's words despite the growing heat on her body.

"AC-ny really on fire or what the hell, Byan? How hot gini!"

"Na, multiply dhikr now. Fight the heat." Abyan sat beside Yumna, fanning her body with his hijab.

While Abyan's mouth did not stop reading the verses of the chair.

Not long after, Yumna suddenly shouted out loud.

"ABYAN! I HATE YOU!"