THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 82 - WHO AM I

Is my heart too sensitive to be disappointed just because of the words of Mas Jonathan just now? Why does it feel so sad? Like there is a small razor that accidentally incised the recesses of my heart even though it was only in line?

Everything my husband said was one hundred percent true. But why am I hurt? Am I feeling too much? His intentions are good too. For the health of all of us. But...

Hhh...

The night passed and the morning came.

Routines keep us busy with our own affairs.

The factory is building up its productivity due to a booming order.

There is happiness, even though there is a lot of sadness.

Something that is missing will be replaced.

God takes happiness, God gives pleasure. There is one important lesson in life that I learned. The wheel of life will keep turning. No need to be agitated and prolonged. Because the fate line is also the destiny of life God has determined for all His people without exception.

..............

It's the seventh night of my mother and two sisters' departure. Also the eighth night of our marriage.

It's still the same as yesterday. The last words for this week we did in the mosque near the factory. It's also a pity that I'm selfish and keep making Mama and Citra tired for days.

After the words of Mas Jonathan the other day, I began to think about the situation of everyone in his big house, including the husband's family.

My husband's words are right.

Her mother was once convicted by a brain cancer doctor. Although now his health condition is quite stable, but I also have to think about his age which is no longer young.

Other than Mama Tiur, there's nothing else I can't grow up with here.

There are Wak Hardi and Wak Wati, but they are far away in the city of Banten there. Only by a new phone can we talk. It is also in a limited condition because sometimes signals cannot be invited to compromise.

Treeet...

Eight o'clock in the night my phone rang.

Unknown number called.

I hesitated to lift it. Jonathan is still in the mosque. Still talking with pilgrims who follow tahlil after Isya prayer.

Hm... Who knows the people I know. I fear important news too.

Ever since I changed, the calmness of the soul has indeed been somewhat disturbed. Often paranoid if something is out of the ordinary. I closed myself up and did not dare to open a friendship with anyone.

My body weight shrank drastically. My cheeks look so thin. I was quite the opposite of myself five months ago.

"Hallo's? Assalamualaik... With who?"

...[.Rosalama, Liana.]...

The voice of someone I used to know.

Bang Irshad!!!

I didn't answer. Just sit around waiting for the next word. My chest rumbles. Upset, hate even if there is a little miss. All mixed into one.

...[.Liana..., I miss you! Hik hik.]...

After a long time I blocked his number, it turns out he can still contact me with a new number.

Where have you been, Bang all this time? Fun with your new wife for sure. And after you keep getting in trouble, you just remember me. Hmh! Poor you, Irsyad!

I was lazy to serve it.

Besides my husband not being home, I was also reflecting on my treatment the other day.

Don't try to find opportunities to relate to the opposite sex when you have a partner. Fatal consequences. Damaging the relationships and views of our partner and others. Misunderstanding, the destruction is ready for us to reap.

Click's'

I'm turning off my phone.

But just after a long breath was over, suddenly my phone rang again.

Almost hit by an emotion, as soon as my eyes were round. Wak Hardi called.

Alhamdulillahot.

"Assynualayikum, Wak! Wak Hardi how's everything going?"

...[.Greetings waalaikum, Liana.. here all healthy, Alhamdulillah! How's it going there?]...

...[.Strengthen your physique and psychic, son! Youcan. I'm not sure you can]...

"Sir.., my husband is less able to accept my situation. Mas Jonathan. Though.., Liana wanted to do to keep this family from chaos. The evil shaman always terrorizes Liana through dreams, Wak! Liana's tired! Liana wants to be a normal person."

...[.Have you properly conveyed it to your husband? It seems you guys still can't communicate well. Liana. You guys have known me not so long. They are married and do not understand each other. Nothing is perfect in this world. Wherever you find the most perfect partner, even to the ends of the world, you will not find. Try to be yourself. Say it gently to your husband. Speak with a calm heart and an open mind. Wak sure, you can understand each other!]...

"Sir...! Many events make Liana depressed. Everything. It doesn't make sense. And it's only natural that Jonathan is less supportive. Liana indeed had to let go of all this burden. Our marriage, the death of Mama Farida that Lian never imagined. All... seems to be the impact of the supernatural occult that Liana has. Liana's scared, Wak! Liana needs someone who can understand Liana!"

I was crying a mouthful.

Unknowingly, a pair of big eyes were staring at me and...

Like a life being taken out of a body, my mind suddenly whipped. And...

"Aarrrgggh... Ggggrrrrrr!"

Lost my mind.

Suddenly this body was so light that it shot into an invisible ugly creature that had been lurking.

Instantly the atmosphere was rowdy because I was the one who was tipping over, salto like a creature that was pouncing.

"Aarrrggghhh Rrrr... Grrr..."

My view is still very clear.

The body of such a strange ugly creature was pushed with a darkened face.

"Ssss... sssss..."

He sizzled like a snake.

His long tongue stretched out making my emotions rise.

"Byarrrrr...Grrr... Aarrrggghhh!"

We're back to fighting. Wrestling and hugging each other on the floor. The noise of gedebag-gedebug no longer ignored.

I pulled her tongue until she had yelled a few times. It worked!

My finger poked both of his eyeballs, and....

"Aarrrggghh...."

Just now that two large, blood-soaked, round objects were about to enter the mouth, someone's screeching made me realize.

"Lianaa!!!"

My husband was sitting limp in the corner of our bedroom door with a very pias face.

His body trembled and both his hands covered his gaping mouth wide.

"Astaghfirullahal...!"

"Astaghfirullahal..."

I'm sober... And, my hand that was covered in blood suddenly returned to its original state.

"But Jonathan..."

He closed his eyes with a trembling body.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! Who are! You are not my wife! You are not my Liana!!!"

His screams made my tears fall slowly. Pattered with pain.

His refusal made me lose my mind and roar like my ancestors' white tigers, Ki Jalu and Ki Maung.

Suddenly I went out with incredible strength.

Hit the door and run with both hands and feet.

Abaghfirullahal...

Abaghfirullahal...

Abaghfirullahal...

The True God with All His Word.

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