Rice Shell For My Husband
Chapter 11

Rima met Aisyah intending to ask for advice, she had no idea what she was going to do at this time. Stepping feels heavy, the burden carried alone makes him very lonely since childhood until now. He thought marriage to Arman was a sign of freedom from loneliness but no, the opposite happened. Every night he cried at the harsh words and torture, making friends in solitude often made him daydream. 

Solitude in his solitude, feeling himself falling into the deepest black depths until it even gets the attention of supernatural beings or locals call it abode. Darma can change its form into whatever it wants, because it has extraordinary devotion. 

Darma secretly notices Rima alone, sympathy makes him want to be with the woman but can not reach her. The ritual she performed brought them together and considered her a wife. 

"Don't give up, this is the answer to everything you've been through. Bring yourself close to the Khalik, so that your heart is no longer troubled." Aisyah. 

"That feeling is still not gone, I feel lonely and silent." 

"For this reason, many recites also read the Qur'an." 

After a while they chatted, Rima finally decided to go home, let alone it was already evening. Arriving at home, she saw Arman looking at her sharply and did not forget to say hello and kiss her husband's hand.

"Where have you been?" 

"I went to see Ayesha, Mas." 

"Dear of? Who's she?" arman asked, linking his eyebrows together. 

"My friend." 

"Ck, at most you go to Itam's mother's house and save me again so as not to divorce." Cibir Arman's. 

"For God's sake, I don't go there."

"Oh, old song." Arman passed away from the place, fed up with seeing Rima's face and surviving after his wife gave birth. 

"Astagfirullahaladzim." Rima said while stroking his chest, shook his head slowly because it was on a bad stamp after making a mistake.

At night, Arman smiled as he read the message through the green app. It was noticed Rima and suspicious if her husband returned to playing fire, chest feels tight when what he saw was true. 

"So did Arman come back to Sulastri?" rima's mind held back anger, a close friend was able to corner him and never perched. 

"Nonsensical, so you secretly peeked at my message." Arman snapped that closed his phone, not realizing that his habits had been re-opened. Stand up from sitting and slap in Rima's face without caring if his wife is two-bodied. 

"uh." Rima grimaced in pain, feeling a slap of pain that Arman had not done for a long time. She wanted to scream, see the husband's friendly chat with Sulastri. "I'm pregnant with Mas, please appreciate me a little." 

"Have you appreciated me all this time? Serving me disgusting food." Frantically, Arman raised his voice.

"I did, but not anymore. Appreciate me pregnant with your son, Mas."

"But I don't want that kid." 

Rima was speechless, very sharp, there was no sense of responsibility as a father-to-be to their children. Run into the room and break all his cries there, blowing all the burden on the heart that again hurt. Previously he vented it on a shaman by means of memelet, but now he can only surrender to the Creator of the universe. 

"Oh my God, why does it hurt so much. Mas Arman still hasn't changed even though he's soon to be a father, why is this happening to me? Why am I the only one who feels this pain." Rima cried sobbing, could not stand because he was never considered. 

The sound of open windows startled Rima who immediately stopped the crying, strong gusts of wind that entered the room immediately prevented by closing and locking it back. A flash of black shadow was clearly visible to him, he suddenly felt the feathers goosebumps. A delicate creature that had once come to him, slowly he rewinded his steps until he could not retreat hindered by the wall. 

"Who are you? I have no business or bother you." Said Rima very scared. 

"Liar, you once strangled me." Rima Sarcas. 

"I'm in control." 

"Whoever you are, please stay away from me." Rima was extremely frightened and his face turned deathly pale, seeing a terrifying figure. However, a few seconds later, that monstrous figure turned into a handsome man that he had never seen before. Fear even forgot all the teachings given by Aisyah, kept away from the creature.

"Don't be afraid of my wife." Smiling Darma said, the man wearing the palace clothes tried to calm Rima down. 

"Mas Arman's.mas." Pekik Rima was hysterical, but there was no word. 

"That son of a bitch won't hear you." 

"What do you want?" 

"You." 

"I don't know you, but whoever you are please stay away from me." Pinta Rima's. 

Darma was silent as he smelled the fragrance coming from Rima, knowing that the woman was pregnant. "We have become husband and wife when you perform the ritual on Friday night kliwon." 

Rima was stunned by the returning thoughts, for revenge against Sulastri he performed the ritual suggested by mak Itam. Regretting to no use, her once-fallen self to the pit of misguidance slowly haunts. 

"You must come with me!" Darma held onto Rima's wrist, but could not when her body was burning. 

Rima recalls the creator and recites the verse of the chair and some short letters, Darma like a hot worm and disappears from before him. "Alhamdulillah, he's gone. What if he comes again?" 

Rima wiped away the sweat that soaked her forehead, her own act that involved her dealing with a terrifying figure who turned into a handsome man and acknowledged her as a wife.

He immediately grabbed the phone, trembling hands just kept scrolling the contacts looking for Aisyah's name. The problem is increasing, stupidity comes to shamans even entangled in other world problems. 

"Assalamu'alaikum, Aisha." 

"Waalaikum'salam. What's up Rima?" 

"Something I want to say." 

"Just tell me, what really happened? Are you okay?" 

Rima said everything to Aisyah without being covered, at least the problem was slightly reduced. Lucky to have a good friend, hoping if he finds a solution to his problem. 

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Sulastri smiles as Arman returns in her arms, hoping that the man will marry her and divorce Rima. He hated the woman very much, and did everything with the help of Itam's mother. Of course use the money collected to pay for Mak Itam.

"Now my face is beautiful, only to see the fate of Rima who suffered." He smiled in front of a large mirror, very satisfied and impressed with the devotion of mak Itam.

A pleasure that lasts only a moment is considered victory, revenge without touching keeps him from police pursuit and forgets that his life is in danger.