Sharing Love: Wife Ventilation of Your Desire
IPH CHAPTER 39 - Admitting Errors

At 1 am Ibrahim returned to the main house where Aira lived. But he didn't get out of his car.

Ibrahim was still sitting in the car and staring at the window of his wife's room on the 2nd floor there. Staring at the room whose lights had already bristled it with fear that made it crowded.

Ibrahim is afraid that Aira will leave him if this truth is revealed. Ibrahim was afraid that Aira would leave immediately.

Ibrahim knew Aira was capable of doing that. Although his attitude remains soft and obedient, but now Aira is no longer the Aira as before, now Aira is more courageous in taking a stand.

"I have to how?" mummy Ibra.

Sonya's threat really made her world melt down, just now she felt happiness with Aira and now the problem came back.

"Do I have to tie Aira up so she doesn't leave?"

"No, I won't hurt Aira, I've hurt her over and over again and I don't want to do that anymore."

Abraham finally got out of the car. Tonight he will make a confession to Aira, begging for mercy so that Aira will forgive him.

It is better if he himself said it directly, Ibrahim is sure if Sonya who said it he will add to the story, making it more cornered and guilty.

Ibrahim had the keys to this house, so whenever he wanted he was free to enter.

Some of the guards who were at night were a little surprised when they saw Ibrahim coming home. Especially with his face looking grim. They all knew that this master was supposed to be at the first wife's house tonight.

"Why did Mr Ibrahim come back with such a face?" ask one of the guards.

"It doesn't seem like a good thing, we just wait here and see what happens" the others replied.

They continued to pay attention to the path that the Master was walking up the stairs, then disappeared when he reached the 2nd floor.

He went to Aira's room and opened it slowly.

Aira flinched, quickly she immediately covered her exposed upper body.

And Ibrahim was even more jolted when he saw the appearance of Aira.

For a moment the two looked at each other. Abraham closed the door, locked it and approached his wife.

"Mas, why are you coming home?" aira asked, she had just breastfed the awakened Joseph. Now the only child of the puppet was back to sleep.

If there is no Ibrahim at home, Aira prefers to wear this open shirt while sleeping. Clothes that resemble lingerie, but made from satin. If there was Ibrahim, he would be ashamed to wear this kind of shirt. Low chest cleavage with a length that only reaches his thigh.

"When I go you wear this shirt?" asked Ibrahim, a little bit not accepted.

And Aira lowered her head, growing more and more embarrassed as Ibrahim looked at her fixedly, from head to toe.

"If there was Mas I was ashamed," honestly Aira shrieked, he even twirled his own finger.

Ibrahim approached and eroded the distance, one hand touching his wife's chin and raising it, making the gazes of the two meet again.

With this close distance, Aira saw the look in the eyes of the husband who looked cute, hinting if there was a burden being borne by the husband.

And again this evening Ibrahim should spend the night at Sonya's house, but why her husband came home.

Is there a problem with Sonya?

Is this about the drugs?

Is Sonya seriously ill?

"What happened to Mas?" aira asked finally, after he was busy thinking about many questions.

"I love you so much Aira, can you feel that?" abraham answered, instead of answering, he asked again.

"Of course I know, do you also love me?" reply Aira, he really could not bear to see the face of the husband who moping like this. Aira raised both hands and cupped Ibrahim's face, eroding the distance to the end and peeking at his lips.

Hoping that a small kiss given by him can make the husband better.

But instead of improving, Ibrahim instead moved around and ended up resting at the feet of Aira.

"Mas, what are you doing? let's get up" pinta Aira, he even tried to pull both arms of the husband but Ibrahim remained unmoved.

He was silent and kept calm in front of Aira. Until finally made Aira do the same.

"I'm sorry, Aira, I'm sorry" said Ibrahim, now that both of his eyes had appeared red, tears in both eyes were almost spilled.

While Aira was suddenly scared, feeling bad things would happen.

"Are you going to divorce me?" guess Aira lirih. It might be possible that Sonya asked Ibrahim to divorce her, thought Aira.

And Ibrahim immediately shook his head quickly.

Ibrahim swore that he would never divorce Aira.

Finally Ibrahim recounted everything that happened, the incident 2 months ago when Aira was bleeding in the basement of the SM office.

It was not ordinary bleeding let alone just from exhaustion, it was a miscarriage bleeding.

At that time Aira was pregnant and Ibrahim had made their child die just from blind jealousy.

"I'm sorry Aira, I'm sorry, I really don't know if you were pregnant at the time" said Ibrahim, now he was crying, his hands clasping tightly to his wife's hand. Begged so strongly that he would be apologized.

While Aira suddenly gamang, felt the cold hand of her husband who continued to hold her hand tightly.

Pregnancy and miscarriage that she herself did not know. But if it were all he had, he would have been devastated.

"Why are you saying it now? is this what makes you be nice to me? just because of guilt."

"No Aira, no! I feel guilty, even very guilty. But I really love you, because of my love that I don't want you to leave me. At that time we agreed to separate, right? I don't want to, I don't want us to part, that's why I'm covering everything up" Ibrahim said.

He was also sad, he was even very hit at that time, Ibrahim also buried their own little fetus in the back of this house. Planting roses as a sign.

And until now the feeling of guilt Ibrahim continues to torture himself.

Aira was crying, and the tears were even bigger than Ibrahim's.

"You are evil Mas, should whatever happens tell me, I deserve to know about my son Mas," said Aira lirih among his sobs.

"I know, I'm sorry Aira, I'm sorry."

Later that night, Aira wakes Sumi's bik to keep Joseph in his room, while he heads to the garden behind the house and sees where his son is buried. Aira fell down, she really felt like a stupid mother, her son died and she felt nothing.

"I'm sorry son, I'm sorry God" murmured Aira.

And Abraham sat down on the ground and hugged the wife's body tightly.

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Note :

Aira miscarried at 2 months old. Fetuses that are 2 months old or who are not 4 months old do not need to be bathed, pardoned or shalt as in general. The fetus can also be buried anywhere as long as it does not disturb those around it.

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Will Aira forgive Ibrahim?