THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Envy Heart.

Abim entered the room covering Diah's body with a blanket. He was confused to sleep where there was no sofa like in his room.

The handsome man did not run out of sense, he lifted the rug rolled in the corner of the room, after holding out and went to sleep.

Diah is getting upset, her husband is really late instead of touching her body just purring below.

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In the morning, hearing the morning Adhan as usual, Abim woke up. His head hurts and nausea, this is the result of him sleeping on the floor despite wearing a pedestal like to catch a cold.

Abim forced himself into the mosque, after a warm bath, and took the prayer equipment on the upper floor.

"With Bim" said the well-groomed father, walking quickly after Abim who had opened the door.

"My head hurts, Pa," Abim said later, twitching his temple.

"Well, how sick are you going to the mosque? pray at home," papa stopped Ambim's steps to hold his shoulder.

"It's okay Pa, come on," they set out to walk next door.

"Brand"

Abim looked at the father who was walking beside him.

"What's up, Pa?"

"You're sure what Diah's carrying is your son?" ask papa at the end.

Deg. Abim stopped his steps.

"I mean Papa?" Abim asked in amazement why papa could ask like that, did you know that the household had been not harmonious?

"Jawab only," said papa shorts.

"Heheh... Papa, is it clear Abim's son? Diah was Abim's wife" Abim answered casually.

"Well, I hope so, Bim," papa took a deep breath.

"Come on Pa, it's Iqomah." Abim diverted but it is true, in the mosque Iqomah both men of different generations were walking quickly towards the mosque.

Returning from the mosque Abim back in the room, it is still five in the morning.

"Diah woke up" Abim woke his wife to pray at dawn. Abim often reminds but is not heard. Who knows, after pregnancy it will change.

"Diah! wake up, you want to be a mother!" firmly Abim.

"Iiihhh.. Noisy, Mas!" take a pillow to cover his ears. "Still sleepy to know?!" his great-grandson.

Abim did not listen to Diah's nagging and then came out of the room. His head was already sore, becoming even more ill, if it stayed here.

"Where is Bim? bring me here to have breakfast together." mama said.

"Let's go, Ma" Abim answered briefly then pulled up a chair.

"Still dizzy Bim?" ask the man who just came out of the room.

"Still Pa" he said, staring at the meal at the table he was back nauseous.

"You sick, son?" mama asked, surprised to hear her son was sick.

"Just dizzy and nauseous just kok Ma," he said then sipped warm tea that has been made aunt came home from the mosque.

"Oh that's normal Bim, a lot if his wife is pregnant husband who feels like that" said mama. "You should not go to work first" said the mother beside Abim was not feeling well, also in order to accompany Diah.

"Ma's driver, but there's a lot of work in the office" Abim replied if forcing his way in the head hurt even more. If you are on holiday, there is a lot of work.

"Truely said Mama Bim, you should take off just call, ask permission," papa chimed.

"Okay pa" Abim gave up.

"Ciee.. kirain in the novel that I read doang who likes there is a story like that, it turns out Abim kak experienced, love ranking tuh Ma," again Intan teased Abim.

Abim did not reply and elbowed his brother who was next to him.

Chequelek

He came out of the room, opened his eyes. "I want to go to the bathroom, Mas," said Diah his face made to be clear, so that Abim would like to preach, coupled to the bathroom by the husband would be fun.

"Only alone! can't it?!" Abim was upset that his turn was told to pray did not even encourage him. Now, by yourself, ask to be delivered to the bathroom.

"Just like me, Abim's brother is not feeling well," Intan quickly took Diah's hand.

Papa smiled to himself looking at Diah who was held by Intan half-pulling his hand like Diah wanted to escape from Intan's hand.

"Once Tan, I can do it myself!" he said annoyed.

Intan took off Diah's hand, then returned to the dining table. While waiting for Diah they talked.

Tok to tok.

When the morning conversation was knocked on the door, the aunt opened it.

"Assynogaic"

"Goddessalam..."

Aunty looked closely at her guest, the beautiful hijab girl smiling kindly at him.

"Non Mela" aunt returned Melati's smile.

" Yes Bi, I was told by Mr. Rose to deliver green bean porridge to Diah, he said he was cravings huh?" tanya Intan then handed the bushel to aunt.

"Come in, Non, Diamond is at the dinner table" said the aunt.

"Good Bi"

Bibi invites in Melati, meet Intan at the dinner table.

"Non Intan, there's this Non jasmine," said the aunt standing by the table and then laying down a rant.

All eyes turned to look at Melati. "Delati.." cried Intan excitedly and hugged him.

"Oh my God, why are you here four months?" Mama Sahina hugged him.

"Sorry Aunt, I am busy compiling the thesis." said Melati. It is true, at this time he is compiling a thesis. Time is only night, then he uses it as much as possible.

"You're healthy Mel?" ask papa who has since looked at the girl who should be his daughter-in-law.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy, Om" Jasmine cupped both palms on the chest.

Abim was silent arrogantly unknown even though in his heart cheered happily at the presence of Melati. Abim dag dig dug's chest is not bad.

They did not know that Diah was standing staring at the familiarity of his family-in-law towards Melati, Diah's heart burning with jealous flames. All these families love Melati then why if with her as if all hates?

Especially her father-in-law, during Diah's stay in this house has never been greeted so warmly. Once invited to talk, surely with a tinge.

Diah ventured to join. He pulled a chair next to Abim.

"Congratulations, Diah. said Mr. Rose you are pregnant?" ask Melati who is sitting next to her best friend Intan.

"Thank you," replied Diah who was operating her hand embracing Abim's waist showing off her intimacy.

"Why don't you come here Mel?" tanya Diah was acting ordinary, for fear of the male in-laws sitting opposite to her.

"I was told to deliver this green bean porridge as the Rose," said Melati, then put a bowl in front of Intan.

"Thank you Diah people have been taken all the way," Abim reminded like a child.

"Thank you" said Diah in the end, although impressed forced.

"Yes, let's have breakfast" said Mama. They're breakfast. The whole house was gathered and no one went anywhere.

Melati was there until noon, the excitement of chatting with mama, and Intan while making cakes, and cooking for lunch, making her feel at home.

The beautiful trio, too, did not miss the laughter of each other poking flour because of prank to make him run around here and there.

Diah was again watching from the door of the room she opened slightly, her teeth clamoring in anger. Envy their cohesiveness. Even though when invited to join the mother earlier, he refused on the grounds of dizziness. While Abim slept in the upper room after being given mama's medicine this morning.

Until finally the cooking event was finished, Melati entered the Diamond room they fell asleep there.

While below seemed lonely, this opportunity was not wasted by Diah. He walked into the kitchen his evil thoughts reacted. Her wild eyes opened the kitchen set, picked something up there, after Diah successfully sprinkled white powder in vegetables cooked by Melati.

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What is... Diah???

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