Only I Love
Chapter 25

Syauqi wrote a message to his wife who had been left asleep.

[Humaira, suddenly I have business in the Pondok Pesantren dormitory. There's a problem in the dorm that I need to take care of. Maybe it'll be long enough, don't wait for me. Tomorrow is the weekend. Maybe I'll go home a little unlucky. ]

The lights on Ala's phone lit up for a moment and dimmed back. Ala looked slumbering with a smile on her face without knowing what was happening to her who was married to a manipulative man like Syauqi.

Her husband Syauqi drove in the middle of the dark night through the road flanked by a series of Bukit Barisan, to the neighboring city, in order to pay for the thirst that has now reached the ubun-ubun. After arriving, he was immediately greeted by Salma with love directly to combine the love between them.

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Because it was a red date, Ala by herself woke up a little misfortune. Moreover, the weekend is the time he can spend more time at home because there is no college schedule.

He woke up feeling comfortable, put his hands together praying because he could still wake up in good health no less. She remembers sleeping hugging each other with her husband, last night. His head was wildly looking for the existence of that handsome man.

The side of the bed next to him was of course empty because the sun had shone so brightly. "Ah, Uda may be getting ready."

Ala moves quickly to the bathroom cleaning herself while avoiding the situation that is always flooded when the first days of her monthly cycle.

Before long, he had changed clothes immediately towards the kitchen. The ingredients in the refrigerator had started to run out. She rubbed her chin remembering the plan to the market that was void because it continued to spoil all day with her husband.

Ala's lips returned a sweet smile that was drawn just like that because her relationship with her husband continued to become increasingly close. Ala's neck extends back to look for a friend who lives in one house with her.

After making sure not a single shadow of the husband was seen, Ala began to climb the stairs to the second floor. "Ah, I feel awkward walking here because Uda is forbidden. Did Uda go back to sleep in that room?"

Slowly, Ala opened the door to her husband's room. "Astaghfirullah," he said seeing a fairly messy room.

His shoulders fell and fell. "All men can't clean their rooms?" Ala moves by herself to clean the room and pulls the bed linen and pillowcase to replace.

Her husband's clothes were scattered in the corner of the room and collected to be washed along with his other clothes. Before washing, he made sure that no objects tucked in his clothes examined him one by one.

However, one white shirt that she remembers her husband wearing a few days ago while out of town was tucked into a little red stain. "What's this?"

Ala, puzzled by the red stains on the white shirt, checked carefully. She wondered what could have caused the stain and why her husband had not taken care of her. Doubt and worry began to cloud his mind as he tried to make sense of the situation.

He decided to confront Syauqi regarding the shirt smudged and the messy state of the room. In his heart, he felt suspicious and worried about what was really going on.

He checked and ascertained whether the red stain was what kind of stain. He also sniffed clothes that were initially thought to smell wry. However, his eyes were wide open and he looked confused.

"This is my perfume."

At first glance, he remembered the involuntary remark yesterday. "Ah, can't this mean all perfumed women? All women?" He looked back at the red stain.

"It's lipstick, on Uda's clothes?" Ala's hand shook. "She?"

He rushed down leaving a remnant that was still quite messy in the upper room. Her heart felt impatient again wanting to talk to her husband, Syauqi. She opened her phone and there was a message from her husband.

"Humaira, suddenly I have business in Pondok Pesantren dormitory. There's a problem in the dorm that I need to take care of. Maybe it'll be long enough, don't wait for me. Tomorrow is the weekend. Maybe I'll go home a little bad."

Ala repeated reading the message. He remembered Apak, who became the manager of the Pesantren Cottage. Ala immediately contacted Apak and was immediately answered by the person who was there.

"Assalamualaikum, Apak."

Ala was stunned to hear the musty story. Her husband did not tell her the good news at all. However, he chose not to tell his ignorance.

"Yes, Sir. Alhamdulillahot. Thank you, sir has made Ala's husband an important person there. He had just entered as a teacher there."

📲"Yes, it's okay Ala. After all, this Pondok Pesantren belongs to your family. It just helps to take care of it. It would be nice if your husband took care of it too."

"Ooh, so did sir. Thank you, sir, for giving confidence in this great task to Ala's Uda. Oh yes, sir. Said uda dormitory in the boarding school there was a problem. What kind of trouble? Does Ala need to go to Saba too to help?"

📲"Alhamdulillah all safely restrained, son. So you don't have to worry about this place. There's something ready to finish everything."

Ala was again stunned by the information just now given musty to him.

"Oh so, sir? Then, is Uda Uqi there?"

There was the sound of crisp laughter from the siblings of this father. 📲"How about the newlyweds? If her husband is missing just a little bit directly asked to everyone."

"Hehehe, because Ala needs Uda's help, sir. Can I help Ala to call Uda for a moment?" said lying.

"Lho's? He's not here La? How is it possible this weekend he'll stop by here? While santriwan santriwati we just given time for holidays and sightseeing breaks with family."

Thousands of nails hit Ala's heart. He realized that his husband was lying to him.

Ala felt devastated when she realized that her husband had lied to her. The message he left behind was just an excuse, and he never mentioned about his new position at the boarding school. Doubt and suspicion swept through his mind as he tried to understand the situation.

With a heavy heart, Ala decided to take further steps. He realized that he needed to confront Syauqi and clarify everything that happened.

Ala clenched her hands and took a deep breath. He decided to contact Syauqi and hold her accountable for her lies.

He pressed the husband's name while waiting for the call to be answered. However, the mobile operator gave a notification that his call was not answered. Ala immediately wrote a message to her husband.

[Open, Uda. Where else is Uda? ]

The message he wrote was just a gray tick two.

"Oh my God, where is my husband? May my husband be well."

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"Well, why don't you stay here with me forever? Since getting married, I chose to stop working as a teacher at Pondok Pesantren where we taught together yesterday. I feel confident to be a housewife just serving my husband and raising our children later." Salma hugged her husband on the bed.

Syauqi returned the embrace warmly. He began to feel addicted to Salma. Because of Salma he felt the pleasure of escaping from his thirst as a man. This time, it was to Salma that he vented a burning desire to Humaira.

"I just realized the beauty of marriage with you, baby. It should be with you all these stories are anchored."

The intense touch again made the two people drunkenly melted together without knowing there was someone crying and thrashing in the chest.

Ala was really confused about who to complain to this time. If he complains to Umi, he is afraid that Umi will worry more. If you complain to in-laws, of course, her in-laws always boast of her son.

"O Allah, what should I do?" Ala's tears continued to fall without a sound.