My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 34

Nahla deliberately avoids the touch of her husband, her heart is upset so there is no interest in making love.

"Where is tired? I'm incandescent, yes" Hanan continued to try. A week more do not visit it, of course, there must be a channeled.

"Sorry Mas, I'm really not in the mood anymore" refused Nahla rose from the bed. It is obvious to avoid any touch.

"You why the hell? I've been patient waiting for a week more, I see you have prayed. Why has your attitude changed?" hannan looked disappointedly.

"I why? I changed? Ask yourself!" nahla said coldly and then moved out of the room.

"Daddy, where are you going? I deserve your body. Sin if you reject me!" Hanan confronted Nahla who was about to come out.

"Yes Mas, then hold me back to get out of this sin so that I no longer sin if I reject you" said Nahla loudly. Actually she did not want to get angry or argue, hoping her husband would understand, but unfortunately it seems that the man was not sensitive at all.

"What do you mean? Hm!" The man eroded the distance, trying to get closer. However, Nahla continued to avoid.

"Explain! What do you mean, Dek?" press the man with a sharp eye.

"Yes I feel like******** that only you approach if you want. The rest of you never care about my feelings. If you haven't moved on, you shouldn't have married me!" nahla raised her voice.

"Astaghfirullah .. why do you think like that, I'm sorry if all this time lack of attention to you. But why do you think that far." Hanan tried to take his heart.

"Don't touch! If you're just looking for girls for bedmates and babby sitter you better find someone else, I don't want to!"

"So you haven't taken care of my son?" jolt Hanan was angry.

"If I hadn't been a fan, I couldn't have lasted months like this with a man with no heart like you!" nahla couldn't take it anymore. Tears that have been dammed, finally spilled also wet the cheeks. It hurts a lot at this point.

The woman rubbed her wet cheeks violently. Then went back into the room, picked up her suitcase. He couldn't take it anymore, going and ending it all was the best solution at the moment.

"Where are you going? Don't make me angry?" Hanan prevents Nahla from taking out her belongings.

"Go away, I want to go home to a place where I am considered and valued."

"You just misunderstood, Nahla, which part you don't think is acceptable."

"Yes, only accepted when you need it, the rest even you don't care. Bring me back to my Father's house!" nahla said her tears.

"The husband of the wife needs each other, you should understand, it's okay to be resolved this way. Don't make this easy matter any more complicated."

"Yes, for you it may be easy, but not for me, my heart hurts. When you are secretly dealing with your past. Never knit with new people if you have not been able to move on with your past. Sick," Nahla said she hoped Hanan would understand.

The woman keeps stuffing her belongings into the suitcase, but Hanan holds her back even throws in order for Nahla not to do that.

"Stop thinking like that, you can't force me to forget what's been a part of my life. You won't understand!" hanan wrathful.

Nahla was stunned where she stood, not expecting her husband to be this angry just because the veil of her past was being revealed.

"Yes, I will never understand, and will never be able to compete with the person who has died. If your love is grand and too eternal, you should never marry again!" Nahla grabbed her cell phone and sling bag and then darted away.

Hanan chased after him, very anxious with this situation.

"Replace me!" please Nahla at nadir point.

"Yes, if that's what you want, but not for now and tonight. Tomorrow I'll drive you, now go to the room!" tell the man it's cold.

Nahla stared exasperatedly, walking quickly towards Icha's room. Hanan who saw that could only resign while speechless. Last night the man couldn't sleep, dizzy up and down plus tired and upset, wanted to be angry.

The man held his head while sitting on the side of the bed. Very upset his heart, plus pent up desire made the man want to curse.

While Nahla locks Icha's room, she doesn't want to feel as naked as the man who has made her heart goosebumps. All this time he has been trying to accept, even love Icha like his own son. However, it was as if the man had never cared about his feelings.

The woman slept with tears, it hurt so much. Whether he fell asleep at what time, when awake was near dawn, and the night felt longer.

Nahla got up from the bed, so lazy to go to school today. His heart is completely fucked. He wakes up Icha to take a bath, and acts as normal as ever.

"Ma, I'll go with my mom again, okay?" pinta the little girl was excited.

"Yes, dear, please" replied Nahla with a faint smile. Trying to hide his sadness for his daughter who does not understand anything about her parents' problems now.

"What would I like to have breakfast with? Let mama makein" said the woman offered as usual.

"What did you do" said the girl.

Nahla comes out of the room, followed by Icha to the dining room. The woman made milk and also sandwiches that are quite easy and simple. He deliberately did not cook and did not prepare for Hanan. No matter what the guy wants breakfast or not. He also did not eat because he felt full. Still full of aggravation last night, so no taste at all.

"Icha used to have breakfast, yes, mama wants to take a shower first" said Nahla to her room. Actually she was lazy to go to her husband's room, but was forced to change clothes.

When the woman opened the door, Hanan was still asleep. Is that guy not working? Nahla doesn't want to care, and doesn't want to wake up. Whether you want to sleep until noon, leave or not, Nahla does not want to care.

The woman took a shower, then accidentally put in her important belongings. Not forgetting the teaching uniform, the rest he did not care so much, and probably did not intend to return. His heart was scarred, even he was ready if Hanan really repatriated himself, because without even being delivered, he would really go home alone.

Nahla took out her fairly bulging backpack. He took it out first and put it on the bike. The rest carried ordinary bags and returned to the dining room.

"Ma, where's papa? Why not eat?" ask Icha to find her father.

"Dear, how come Icha wants to go to school?" haanan just woke up.

"Why not work, haven't you taken a shower?" ask that little hadith once.

"Later in the afternoon, Icha want papa interracial?"

"No need Pa, want to go with mama aja," he said happily.

Nahla did not respond at all to the father and son's chatter. Hanan looked at him coldly.

"Icha, let's go, it's late!"

"Yes Ma, I said goodbye to papa."

Icha is seen crucifying her father's reverence, the same thing Nahla should have done. However, starting this morning the woman did nothing at all.