MY WIFE, MY DISGRACE COVER
Part 30's. UNFAIRLY

Syafea seemed to be flailing her stomach feeling unaccepted because the fetus was now residing in her womb. Of course, the more the day will grow. It should not be Hyu Jin's fetus inside, but Zayd's.

If only Zayd's fetus were residing in there, maybe Syafea would be happier and unharmed as it is today.

"No way, none of this can happen, I must act immediately."

Plus, his physique was injured. Both of his legs could not be moved at all. For the rest of his life, Syafea had to rely on wheelchairs.

"Doctor's verdict and this reality really torments me!"

A verdict from a doctor who says he will be paralyzed forever, really makes all the hopes that Syafea had dreamed of long ago extinct already.

His hands clenched, the corners of his eyes still looked red and wet. Honey, Syafea is not also aware of all the actions that have been done so far. The ego that is too high and seems to rule the husband makes God angry.

As a wife, you should not rule a husband. A wife must submit to all the words of her husband. Ask permission if out of the house, closing the view of a man who is not his muhrim.

Shapeshay has changed everything. She acts as if she is the leader in her family, while Zayd is just a puppet. Status as a husband is just a sweetener that is written on the marriage book, but is not a complete leader.

Syafea's daydream breaks, when the bathroom door is knocked from the outside. There was a lot of fear on the sister's face because she hadn't seen her patients coming out of the bathroom for a long time.

Zayd happened to pass by the front door of the toilet moved to say hello.

"Why are you still standing there? Is Madam out yet?"

Her face lowered, the nurse shook her head slowly. He did not want to look at Zayd.

Zayd's face turned frantic. Then banged on the door.

"Syafea, get out!"

Syafea seemed to wipe away her tears. Then he immediately moved the wheel of his wheelchair to head towards the door. The husband and the sister behind him.

"Why are you two at the door do you want to use the bathroom?"

"Said your sister has been in the bathroom too long. So that makes him worry. Can't you make other people less anxious about you, look at your condition before you do something dangerous."

Instead of being gentle with Syafea, Zayd looked angry and just passed when he saw he had come out of the bathroom.

"Mrs, come with me to rest in the room. You look so pale."

"Sister thank you so much."

Now his wheelchair had been pushed into his private room. A room Aletta had occupied when she had just entered the house.

"Why am I here? Isn't my place not here?" syafea muttered.

In view of all the furniture in the room, nothing changed at all even all the facilities in it also remained the same.

Now he wonders if he should sleep in Aletta's room and Aletta sleeps in which room? While inside the house there are only 3 beds and one living room. It was impossible for Zayd to let his pregnant young wife fall asleep in the living room.

Syafea's heart apparently did not feel relieved because she was treated like a stranger in the house. Realizing that, a moment later Syafea immediately called the nurse who was taking care of her.

"Sus, come here for a second."

"I, Madam."

The sister seemed to squint her eyes because she whispered something to him.

"You heard what I said just now, didn't you, sus?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"If so quickly do!"

"Good Madam."

Feeling that her husband was paying too much attention to Aletta really made Syafea angry.

Meanwhile Aletta had just exited Zayd's master room. He rushed out because he wanted to go back to his room. However, it had already been seen by the nuns who were taking care of Syafea.

"Yes, pardon ... it turns out to be true what the Madam said," he half whispered.

He quickly returned to his room and reported the matter to Syafea. That certainly made him angry. Without waiting for help from the sisters, Syafea immediately moved her wheelchair out of the room.

Her main goal right now was to meet Aletta and inquire about her current standing. Why does it seem as if everything he has ever gotten is being replaced.

Seeing Aletta who was in the pantry, Syafea immediately shouted at her.

"Aletta!"

Aletta turned her head and made her hand nudge the milk glass because she was so surprised. The clink of glass glass clashing with the ceramic floor makes a very noisy sound.

Without wanting to ask about the truth first, Syafea just gripped tightly pashmina worn by Aletta to almost make it fall.

The noise was able to make all residents of the house out of his room and towards the pantry. Zayd, who saw that Aletta's hand was giving off a thick, red liquid, immediately approached her.

"What actually happened? Why Aletta's hand hurt."

"Mas, you're not fair. Why don't we sleep in one more room? Why are you sleeping with this woman who is not officially your wife!"

Syafea seemed to be directing so she materialized towards Aletta. His eyes looked teary, his lips trembled, hinting that Syafea was really angry about it.

"Who did you say slept with Zayd, Syafea?"

Suddenly Umi appeared from behind and rebuked what Syafea had done just now.

"What's wrong, don't you like it if Zayd is near Aletta, isn't he also his legal wife?"

The question from Umi seemed to trap. So that Syafea did not say anything at all. Currently his mouth was locked tightly because Umi was mixed in their debate.

Umi approached Syafea's wheelchair and looked at her sharply.

"You need to know Syafea. If no one is sleeping together. Zayd sleeps alone, while Aletta sleeps with me and you I put in Aletta's room because I still respect you as his wife. Did you know Abah sleeps in the living room."

"Will but it seems that whatever Umi said did not make you aware. You should be thankful that despite Zayd's amnesia, he still accepts you as his wife and lets you stay in this house."

"But Umi ...."

"No need to buts. What Umi tells you is honesty. If you don't believe in Umi just ask Zayd or Aletta."

The current Syafea could only bow down, then blame her overly rash attitude.

"If I knew everything would be like this, I'd rather not know Aletta!" he said it was full of deep hatred.