RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 66

Asthma fought. I don't care about my big belly anymore. With a cynical smile, I pounced on the woman with a single lunge.

Poor thing, that woman didn't know that today was the worst day of my life. My girlfriend married another woman. So by imagining Meli, Jubair's mistress as Isna, Mas Haris' future wife, I went berserk and beat up the woman.

Pull - pulling and clawing - clawing, grabbing and kicking each other that's going on between me and that bitch. He relied on his nails - his long nails tried to attack the face. Of course I didn't let him ruin my face. What I protect the most is my stomach. Actually, if it may be said, where can he attack pregnant women, especially in the stomach area. But for Meli who has been provoked by emotions where he hirau with it.

I was actually surprised myself, too. Who has a husband does not care so much about her husband who brings other women, but why I am the sewot and furious. Especially when the woman seemed to be defending the woman as well. The anger of an Asthma is getting bigger.

I don't know how long the fight between me and Jubair's mistress lasted. How long we hurt each other. I don't care which part of my body is bruised and bruised. I just focused on protecting my stomach. Let another wound or bruise, as long as not my stomach. Then I focus on protecting myself and replying to the blow of the bitch until someone pulls my body and another pulls Meli's body, the bitch. The fight stopped....

My hijab went off somewhere. My wavy long hair is not rusty - because again the model. My scalp also feels sore. Probably got hit by the nail - the nail of that bitch. Not to mention the pain in my cheek that was scratched by the nail 'kuntilanak' and the corner of my lips that broke because it had been hit by a fist from Meli.

I was finally secured to my family's Ammak Barre house. Ammak Barre came and applied iodine to the injured part of my body. He kept shaking and applying iodine to my arms and cheeks that had been scratched by Meli's fingernails. As for Saniah, the patient woman in the hijab did not stop blabbing on her phone while standing behind me. He refused to look at me. Maybe angry again. Who told me to be a loser with her husband.

I don't know what I've done right or wrong. But I feel so relieved. Emotions that have been buried for a long time and have not been able to get out are finally shed even though it is not in the right person.

Hopefully, after this I can return to live my days normally. What else do I expect? I've all got. Syafrie apologized with all her heart and made amends for all her mistakes. Marina and her father had obtained the karma of God and also had stones from me. And Jubair has learned a lesson from me.

I am the only one who can forgive and accept myself. And apologized to my mom and my brothers.

I am so guilty of them all. But I am also happy now. Because I realized how lucky I was because it turned out that Syafrie's love was never lost to me even though it was tarnished by her betrayal.

Hopefully after this, no more storms will hit our households.

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Saniah is very angry with me. She was so angry she wouldn't talk to me.

" You're really outrageous, Asthma! " he said after some time we kept quiet in the living room of Ammak Barre's house.

Saniah sat in front of me. I flinch, no matter. Bodo very.

I took a tea made by Ammak Barre and sipped it. Enjoying the fragrant and sweet tea was more delicious than hearing Saniah complain about my attitude to Jubair's mistress.

Feeling unresponsive, Saniah resumed her scolding while her hands were crossed in the chest. It seemed that my best friend was very upset with me.

" I'm surprised at you, what the hell is in your brain. Why can you - how can you do all that? "

" What else? I'm giving them a lesson. Let your sissy husband be self-conscious. Let the actor get the stone. Understood, you? " answer me in a high tone. Asthma, already know wrong, still nyolot.... I may feel guilty. I think I was right because I had taught the two kunyuk Marangkayu.

" Satisfied, you? Pleased, huh? " fierce Saniah.

I smiled cynically half-mockingly staring towards Saniah. " That's fine..! Free Angry Therapist.. hahaha. "my answer was accompanied by an exploding laugh. Satisfied..I again sip hot tea made by Ammak Barre.

" why? Sick..? Can you also feel pain? Kiraina.... "

" Ish... Why are you, Niah? I beat up your husband's mistress, but why would you be upset with me? "

" It's still.... I'm surprised by you, Asma. In your brain there is revenge. Think about it, Asthma. What if something happens to you? Your baby? Do you think after that I still have the guts and face to meet Syafrie again? saniah said with fury. He was so emotional that his hands also slapped the table in front of us.

" You also beat that woman to the blood, Asthma. What if they report you to the police on charges of molestation? "

" Yes, just report back. On charges of adultery. Done it...! Kan, there's a bill!"

" God, Asthma..! I want to taste your mouth with a tear. Origin nyeblak...! " The more incessant Saniah scolding me. It's like a mother - a mother whose wallet is out of pocket is the same as a child. She harshly removed her headscarf and fixed her hair loop and quickly put her headscarf back on.

" It's rude of me to talk to you. Make hot mood. No one wants to lose at all. It's wrong, still hard... "

" I'm like a demon... "

" Asthma..! You think I'm kidding. Listen, yeah. I'm angry with you Asmawati Basrie..! "

" Why are you, Saniah? Afraid of Jubair? Afraid of your 'sissy' husband?

The woman looked at me for a moment, then threw her face the other way.

I looked in wonder at the woman. I'm just trying to be his best friend. Then am I wrong to beat her husband's mistress to pieces? I'm not a good woman and sholehah like Saniah. But I don't want my best friend's pride to be trampled by her husband and mistress. I only represent Saniah to warn them. After all, who would want to stay silent to see his best friend hurt and demeaned so by her husband? But why is Saniah angry with me now?

" Astma, I'm angry it's not without reason. In addition to what you did earlier being dangerous to yourself, you have also embarrassed Brother Jubair." Well... what I said. He's still defending the evil Jubair. What is my best friend's heart made of?

" God..... Such a man? The unclean... still you take it, Niah..! " came out in a high voice.

" Asthma..! " saniah reply was no less fierce.

" What? Such a bastard you still expect. Even after seeing her sobbing spoiled with another woman, you still want to be with her? Where's your brain? " I screamed angry at him.

" Obviously I want to be with him, he's my husband. "the answer is no less harsh than my voice.

Saniah's reply made me look amazed. This woman in front of me is really patient or stupid? How can he lightly say that he still wants to be with the man even though he has been betrayed and hurt. I think his brain should be checked. It's possible that because he hasn't touched a man for too long, he went crazy. Still she claimed that Jubair was her husband.

" Jeez, Niah. If I were you, ogah. I'm disgusted to see that sissy guy."

" Astma, you're insulting my behavior. How can you say that to someone who has said the word of Ijab qabul in front of my father. He sacrificed a lot for me and my family, Asthma. "there was a clear seepage in the corner of his eye.

I'm gobsmacked. Jeez Saniah..... I can't speak anymore. I hugged my best friend with a bad feeling. " I'm sorry, I just don't think, how can you still love a man who never appreciated you as a wife? " my sobs between sad and upset. I was saddened by the fate of my best friend's married life and upset that I couldn't do anything about it because my best friend was still protecting her husband.