Reaching Surgaku
The Injured Heart

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Tonight mas el really did not go home, I don't know what he was doing and where is he now? I don't even know where my husband is. As his wife I don't even have his cell phone number, somehow I'm going to live my day ahead with a husband who doesn't love me at all.

I decided to take ablution, held a prayer service to fulfill my duty as a Muslim. Yes indeed this is the most powerful weapon that I have, only with dignity and hardened mushaf then my heart will be calm must the pain has not disappeared because of his words that scratched the wound. But only by surrendering to Him did I find a backrest that I should be able to find on my man's shoulder. The length of time I complained while crying tears made me tired and sleepy I did not feel I was asleep after being satisfied to pour my race on the ruler.

While in another place looks el who visited the apartment sandra but Sandra was reluctant to open the door for him. Repeatedly tried to ring the bell at the door but Sandra did not open it until finally she decided to return home.

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Even in the morning came the light of the sun through the broken glass to the balcony of my room.

I realize now why mas el's attitude would be so cold to me when we were just the two of us, but mas el would turn into a very warm and loving husband while in front of our family. It was because there was another woman in her heart, the woman who reigned there her heart, the woman who became queen in her kingdom of love. That's also why he couldn't accept me as his wife.

Mas el left for the office after finishing breakfast and taking a sip of his coffee, he just passed me without saying goodbye to me as if I was not in his eyes.

But I can't let him leave the house just like that, ummi taught you a lot of tips that I can't ignore just like that. With a quick movement I caught up with mas el who had not yet fully reached the door and I hurriedly reached his arm, I took the hand of mas el and kissed the back of his hand.

" I know I never thought of myself as a wife, but allow me to do my duty as a wife by preparing all my needs and just kissing my hand when I'm leaving or every mas will go. That's just nothing more." I obviously told him because I didn't want him to think too far, and I also had to keep my marwah as a woman from falling in front of him.

" It's up to you, who surely don't expect me to give my heart to you." Firmly mas el before he again stepped his foot out.

Such was her cold attitude towards me that never looked sweet in the slightest when we were just the two of us.