Only I Love
Chapter 12

"If you don't want to, why do you still accept this match? If only you hadn't accepted it, maybe Abi wouldn't have forced me to marry you." Ala rubbed her cheek which had flooded with tears.

"Maybe the answer is the same as you. I could not refuse my parents' request. Unless, you end it yourself." Shauqi walked out.

Ala glanced at the breakfast she had prepared was not touched at all. "So, why don't you eat the food I prepared? Did you know dos4 was throwing food away? Is it true that you are a person who knows the science of aga—"

"Shut up! I know everything better than you! I didn't ask you to prepare that meal for me! Now, whatever you want!" Syauqi continued his steps and the door was closed from the outside.

Ala is gripped in a mute. "So, he's deliberately trying to keep hurting me like this so I can leave him?"

"Yes Allah ... What I should do. It feels really painful. I promised Abi at the end of his life, can I deny it?"

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At Pondok Pesantren belonging to the Ala family, Syauqi is being introduced by Apak—Adik from Abi, as a teacher at this boarding school.

"From this day on, Ustadz Shauqi will teach you all the Qur'an and Hadith. He is the husband of Humaira. Do you know Brother Humaira?" ask Apak.

"Tau Ustadz, my beautiful and kind sister, always brought us good food!" said one of the santri.

"Sst! It's secret!" said another santri patted the arm of his friend who slipped.

Santri who slipped was covering his mouth with his hand. "Sorry, forget," he said clumsily.

"Waaahh, subhanallah ... Handsome Ustadz is perfectly suited to marry the beautiful Kak Humaira. Ustadz was very lucky to get him. He is very good Ustadz." said santriwan who was in the boarding school for the boys

'Lucky? It wouldn't be more fortunate if Salma was my side, ' he said in his heart.

Meanwhile, Ala paced back and forth glancing at the clock on the wall. To be sure, this morning's class has been missed. However, there are still compulsory lectures that are very important after the afternoon break.

"Oh my God, what should I do? Is it true, the fate of my studies only got here?"

Ala's phone is vibrating. In the flat screen was seen the name of Wawa who was calling him.

"Assynolt, Wa."

" ... "

"I, can't go to college, how's dong?"

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"I don't know what time he's coming home, he's so annoying, Wa. Forced all day I can't attend college. How will my grades be ruined?"

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"Well, you can come here. I'll send you an address via chat."

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In the afternoon, Wawa came with a paper bag with a cheerful face.

"Waah, the house that she prepared for you is pretty decent too" said Wawa staring at the minimalist building where Ala lived with her husband.

"Well, here! It's a weapon to tear a husband cold." Wawa handed over the paperbag she had brought earlier.

"What's this?" Ala reached out to her hand to check on the thing inside.

"Eitz! Not now! It's gonna be night! He'll definitely be devastated when he sees you wearing this. Speak softly to him. Verily, you have held two men's weaknesses by doing my advice."

Shortly after Wawa returned home, Ustadz Syauqi her husband entered in the same car as yesterday. He went down and pressed the auto lock button.

"Assalamualaik." He simply passed by without waiting for an answer from his wife.

"Getishalam." Ala peeked, apparently her husband had gone upstairs.

"You're home, do I have to cook again? I'm afraid, it'll be the same as this morning and mubazier." Ala took her breath.

Tetiba, he remembered the object given by his best friend earlier. Ala tried to see the contents inside the paper bag. When it opened, Ala was very caught seeing what was inside.

"No! There's no way I'm wearing this!" Ala threw an object that was none other than the night service clothes of the wives, aka lingerie, on the mattress.

"I don't veil, he protests, especially if he wears this? He'll consider me a mur4h4n woman?"

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Title: Sincerity of Heart Ailee

Author: Merpati_Sweet

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