THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 93 - The Story of Long-Haired Women

This happy news certainly spread quickly like a virus in the factory environment and my husband's company colleagues.

Wreaths of congratulations even filled the terrace of our house.

Makes me teary, moved and nervous to also accept this too early speech.

My pregnancy is still very young.

Still six weeks.

Even the doctor wanted me not to be too tired both physically and spiritually.

Everyone treated me like a king's daughter.

Can't go up the stairs. Can not bring a tote even though only tutebag minimarket which contains a light snack that I want to eat.

All the residents of this house are so excited to take care of and care for me.

"No, what do you want? Let the image be made!" ask Citra very enthusiastic.

Now Citra is much more open to me about her relationship with Genta.

They are planning a wedding next year. Even without prior discussion with me, Genta had already come to Citra's family in the capital and asked for her blessing permission.

The image itself is an orphan girl. He's a year younger than me. 33 Years old and not married.

Genta my brother is 29 years old.

I do not dispute the age difference between the two as long as they intend to live this relationship with the maturity of both parties.

Households are not only based on age. The maturity level of a person is not measured by the amount of age as well. Because there are many people out there who are old but behave like children.

I believe Citra can be my sister's soul mate, Genta.

During this time I also noticed the nature and character of Citra who relaxed able to bring Genta in a better direction.

I hope they get to a happy destination.

Jordan himself as usual. Somewhat closed although now the aura of his face looks much brighter because there is Habibah.

Which man is not interested in the sweet girl's natural beauty.

Even my own husband spontaneity says that Habibah is a beautiful girl. Hm. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with jealousy.

"Sister!?"

I flinched from the daydream. Smiling knots staring at the face of Citra who is now ginclong because of diligent skincare-an.

Love makes a person better.

"Thank you, Image! My stomach is not good today. I don't want anything either!" I said answer the question just now.

"A glass of warm chocolate milk? Wanna?" ask again.

I shook my head.

"Well if you want anything miscall me huh? Don't come downstairs. Let me go upstairs. Okay?"

"Ready, hehehe..."

She felt like a king's daughter. Anything stay said. Everything will be prepared.

Looks like my husband has ordered everyone to comply with my wishes.

Even Jordan saw me when I was outside. This is the first time he's done that again after our recent spurt in the past.

I also told him about Jordan's chat to Jonathan who said that he wanted nothing to say if he was on duty out of town.

My husband finally gave up. With the record I can't respond to it excessively.

Of course I laughed. Jonathan is so funny. Even with his own younger brother, he didn't want me to chat at length. Just enough. That message.

But I'm happy. This is the relationship that it should be. There is a boundary between a sister-in-law's wife and a brother-in-law's sister. We are not muhrim either.

Krek krek

I turned to the sound coming from the glass window grendel of the room.

Somewhat weak of my heart lately.

A pair of eyes were looking at me unblinking.

"Astaghfirullahal... Please don't surprise people, why the hell?!" I swear alone.

Her giggling laughter made my stomach heartburn to want to go to the bathroom.

It was cold all over the body. Makes me close the hoodie sweater I'm wearing.

"Queen.., Queen! Queen Liana!"

The voices called out as the breeze hit my face until the bangs of my hair swung softly.

"Queen.., I want to go home! Hiks..."

The giggling sound turned into a heart-wrenching sobbing.

Hhh... I can't help you!

"Help Queen! Help u! Tolooong!!!" he said with a soft voice.

Hhh...

Again I took a long breath.

I can't keep ignoring it. The long-haired woman on the beach is getting closer to me more and more.

The fetus in my stomach needs rest.

Slowly my feet stepped out of the room. Then walked out of the house without anyone knowing.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon. The factory is still with its activities and everyone is busy.

At home, Mama is taking a break in her room. While the image is busy in the kitchen. Several other household assistants were also doing their respective duties so as not to notice me who came out alone.

Where you from?

"I'm from the factory building next door, Nyai Queen!"

My eyes glared at the building he was pointing at.

Hm... The abandoned factory building.

I closed my nose. The smell of the creature's blood was so stinging that I was about to vomit.

"What do you want?" askaku.

The white-robed creature flew around me. Then weaved and sangkring sat on the branch of the mahogany tree that grew right next to my room.

"Don't play stunt! My head is looking at you! If you keep doing that, I'll go back to the room!" my threats brought him back to sob.

"Don't! Please help, Nyai!"

"What?" snapped rough.

"I can't calm down in this world!"

"of course! You should no longer live in this world!"

"I... Died from being killed and raped by five savage men in the former factory building, Nyai!"

I'm stunned. His eyes were red and melted water that was like blood. Instantly I glared in horror and shuddered to see his broken face mixed with dried up blood.

"Your body? Is it still there?" I asked without looking back at him.

"The police found him a year ago. But the people who made me this way even today are still free! Hik..."

"Sorry...! I'm not the spiritual or paranormal shaman you think I am. I am just an ordinary woman who is a housewife! Find someone who can help you with this, Ma'am!"

"Him! Please help!"

Both hands are joined together. And now he sits on his knees as if worshipping.

"Don't! Don't worship me like that! But worship Allah Ta'ala, for He is our Creator and the universe!"

She cried. Back with his behavior moving places and positions.

"Do your family know how you are? Have they prayed for you?" my question, back lost with a sense of pity that led to his sadness.

Dying from being gang-raped and then just being killed, that was a savage act. Moreover, the story turns out that five depraved moral men are still roaming freely enjoying life without guilt or getting his karma. Really pisses the heart.

"My family has prayed for me, Queen! But my desire to finish off the savages prevented me from entering the grave!"

"Why don't you haunt them all the time?"

"The thing is I can't go far and just stay around here until there's a good guy helping me! The queen is a good man. I'm so dependent on you, Nyai Queen!"

"Depend on God! Not to creatures, not to humans!"

"Him...!"

"Do you know the people who raped you? Or know them at least one of them?"

"One I know! He was the one who introduced me to his four friends and stopped me from drinking that night! He was... My school teacher, Nyai Queen!"

"Astaghfirullahal..."

World's reflection. How morals of humans are now so dilapidated that there is often chaos and natural disasters. Though all of that is a warning for us to be aware and introspective and stay away from behavior that resembles the devil.

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