That is Fate
Existence of Sasa

Sasa woke up, slowly he opened his eyes and looked around. A place so foreign to him, a house made of planks with one slightly dim light luminous it's his place now. "I ... Where is this?"

An old grandmother came down the street a little because of her age, "Thank God, Cung... You're sober."

"Grandma!" pekik Sasa was so shocked.

"You're now at Grandma's house, yesterday Grandma's granddaughter brought you here. Said you passed out on the street, where else was pregnant anyway."

"Thank you, Grandma. Where are Grandma's grandchildren now?"

"Working, Cung. Oh yeah, you're not here, are you? Live where?"

Grandma's question made Sasa grimace a little as it reminded her of her husband.

"I am Grandpa Ibnu's grandson, the wife of Mas Sakhi."

"Oh, Cung Sakhi's wife. Grandma knew him well, used to shop at Grandma's shop. Weleh, it's beautiful for you, Cung."

Sasa just smiled in response, then he wanted to sit down but his stomach hurt again.

"Don't move much, Cung. Said Madam Midwife earlier you have to rest because your content is a little weak."

"Is my baby okay, Grandma?"

"Thank God, Cung. Since your baby has a strong mother, then she will also be strong."

Sasa scratched his nape that was not itchy, how could the Grandma know if she had a problem with Gus Sakhi.

"I'm sorry if Grandma interfered. Grandma thinks that's a problem to face. Not to be avoided, Cung. Grandma just feels like you're in trouble with your husband right now. Believe it, if you finish it with a cold head then your heart will certainly be relieved, clear mind can make clear decisions as well. It's not good that household problems drag on, Cung."

"Hiks .. hiks ...." Sasa cried so much, Grandma's words made her miss her husband. "But, I still hurt to hear my husband, Grandma. He told me to keep an attitude on his mass. I'm not the one looking for trouble first." Unknowingly, Sasa unravels the disgrace of her husband.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean, Ratih?"

"Did Grandma recognize him?"

Grandma nodded, "He used to like your husband, son. Your grandmother's advice should be strong heart and ears while here."

"I mean Grandma?"

"The coach was already infatuated with Cung Sakhi, as long as Sakhi left he was already like a madman who always thought of himself as his lover Sakhi. Sometimes, people here feel sorry for seeing her who's too obsessed with your husband."

"Astaghfirullah's. Up to that, Grandma?"

"Yes, Cung. Do you love your husband?"

"Well, I love her so much, Grandma."

Sasa clenched his hands, "By Allah, I'm not Ridho, Grandma."

Grandma smiled, "Patience, Grandma just tested you. You're the only one who understands your husband, if he is just a little caliph then as a Wife you must understand him, Cung. Maybe it doesn't mean to hurt you."

Sasa pondered for a moment, "Grandmother is right, Mas Sakhi must be Khilaf." Said slowly.

"Yes, you rest first. Out of the rain, I hope your husband doesn't look for you in this condition."

"Thank you, Grandma."

"Name ..."

Sasa could only grimace, There is no way her husband is like that, she thought. He tried to open the phone, his eyes were perfectly rounded when the suddenly appearing Network made a lot of messages go into his Phone.

Hubbys.

[Shy ... Sorry, Mas. It was not Mas's intention to offend you, Mas like that just to protect you from that woman.]

Sasa furrowed his brows, "protect what? basic mode!" Sasa Mumbles. Then he opened another message ...

Hubbys.

[Humaira, if anything happens to you Mas will never be able to forgive himself. Please, come back. Mas and Fakhi really need you, honey. Fakhi's sick, don't you want to see her?.]

'Prangs!

'Astaghfirullah, Fakhi's sick?' Inner Sasa wondered without regard to the broken glass shards as a result of being knocked into his hand.

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***Bag, how complicated is gini, Sa? wonder Othor.

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***blurb:

Humaira Khema Shareen is one of the girls who became the victim of bullying on campus because of having a pimpled face and brown skin. She also gets an inner pressure by her own mother which makes her feel insecure.

Until one day the fateful incident made him trapped in a marriage bond with a cassanova man named Guntur Syakir Alhusayn. She was tortured, reviled and humiliated by her own husband while pregnant.

The presence of Syakir's lover between the two of them further made Humaira suffer. How did this story end?

Will Humaira survive with Syakir or will she choose divorce and leave the man***?