Was it wrong of me to love you?
Forgive Mas!
Was it wrong of me to love my own husband, was it wrong of me to try to be a good wife to my husband? But why do the wounds continue that I find, not a happiness that I receive.
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“Mas, pardon .. mercy Mas .. pain Mas.” The pain of Aurelia on her back, the stroke of her husband's belt still whipping his back.
“Pun ... Mas Dhafi,” said Aurelia so softly and begged her, her tears had poured down her milk-white cheeks.
Dhafi the husband stopped the sabetan and took a rough breath. “Remember Aurelia, if you still don't obey all my rules in this house, then don't blame me for beating you like this! Basic wife village!” maki Dhafi has no mercy, while adjusting his breath that had stirred. After beating up his newly married wife for three months, the tan-skinned man slammed the door of the room with his fast.
Aurelia could only lay her face on the bed with a heartbreaking sobbing, enduring all the pain she could still feel on her back.
“Mother ... Father,” murmured Aurelia is still in her sobs.
The 18-year-old woman did not expect her married husband to be light-handed. He wanted to turn back time, and refused the match between their parents. If she commits any mistake whether small or big, whether intentional or unintentional, then she should be prepared to accept punishment from her husband.
Aurelia Almashyra, she was a village flower before marrying Dhafi Basim who is now 25 years old. Like other village girls, on the arrival of Dhafi Basim to their village, many are fascinated by the good looks of Dhafi Basim and they hope to be pinned down by a wealthy enough family during their stay in the village, ten years later, he moved and lived in the city.
Covetous granddaughter also arrived, it turns out Aurelia's admiration secretly towards the city's men dipper together. Dhafi Basim's family comes to Aurelia Almasyhara's family, who apparently both their fathers were high school friends at Junior High School, and Dhafi's family asks Aurelia for Dhafi. It is very happy for Aurelia's parents when there is a family that is committed and rich to propose to a girl from a simple family. All of that was also due to the services of his father Aurelia who once saved his grandfather Dhafi from an accident.
There is no story of courtship between the two of them, when they were introduced, in one position Aurelia smiled shyly when she met, and in the other, while in the position of Dhafi the man was more observing than talking to his future wife. Two months later, they married and lived in the city.
Aurelia's domestic journey began when Dhafi brought her to the capital, because her work was there.
“Remember Aurelia, I married you it was forced for my sake to my parents as well as my grandfather's request! So don't get big-headed and think I like you!” sentak Dhafi's.
Aurelia still remembered her husband's words when they arrived in Jakarta, and lived in the house that Dhafi had bought her father-in-law. At that time her heart had begun to hurt, but she was powerless, to leave her husband's house alone she was unable, she said, because she has no acquaintance with anyone in Jakarta and because of her love that does not want to leave her husband.
“I will be your good wife Mas Dhafi, I will also make Mas Dhafi love me because I love you so much.” Prayers are often offered, but what does he get!
Aurelia who is only a graduate of Middle School from her village, with her innocence does not know more about the ins and outs of life outside her home, because she is more often at home, because she is more, and now she lives in the torment of her husband.
“Aurelia, where's my dinner! Why not available!” shouted Dhafi who was so tight from the dining table.
Wanting she did not hear her husband's screams, her body was no longer able to rise from her bed due to the pain of her husband's sabetage.
BRACKET!
Dhafi again opened the door of the room that Aurelia occupied with roughness, and the man ruffled his waist.
“Ck ... still you cry, prepare dinner for me right now!” jutting Dhafi with his yelling voice.
Still sobbing, Aurelia desperately propped herself up to get out of bed, watching her slow-moving wife Dhafi pull her arm and drag her towards the kitchen.
“Sick ... Mas,” said Aurelia so softly, while enduring the pain that bubbled on her back.
“I don't care! Make me food!” his orders with his bossy style, understand Dhafi has a fairly high position in the company where he works as a marketing manager despite his age is still relatively young.
While enduring the pain in her body, Aurelia looked at the contents of the rice cooker, then moved towards the refrigerator where there were only a few eggs in the same amount of green vegetables. It was decided that he forced fried rice for the dinner of the two of them, because there was nothing else he could cook, while the monthly shopping money given by Dhafi amounted to one million was already exhausted, as it was already, there's no leftovers.
“This is Mas Dhafi's dinner,” said Aurelia while putting a plate of fried rice in front of Dhafi.
Dhafi looked furious at the contents of the plate, then he stared intently at his wife. Aurelia started rubbing her arms, she could already make sure her husband would definitely scold her back.
“This is what you prepared for dinner for me, only fried rice. Where's the other side dish! It's just an egg!” dhafi cursed Aurelia again.
“Mas, the shopping money has run out .. The contents of the refrigerator are also exhausted Mas,” Aurelia replied as is.
BRACKET!
Dhafi kicked down the dining table with his emotions. “Basic women are not very smart, the monthly money is up! You spend it on poya-foya yes, you village woman!” bentak Dhafi's.
Back goosebumps Aurelia's tiny body. “Mas, it's been over a month, Mas Dhafi has not given any more shopping money for kitchen needs, then I foya-foya what,” reply Aurelia refute that is not true, it is not true, although he was a little scared.
“AKHH!” aurelia shouted, she could not dodge anymore, her husband's hand had already managed to grab her shaved hair and drag her back to the room.
“AMPUN MAS!!” aurelia shouted back in pain, the longer the sound of her screams was no longer heard.
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The next day ...
The voice of the adhan shubuh has been reverberating in all directions, the sound of chicken cock kokokan was mutual, but still did not make the petite woman move from the floor so very cold. He was still curled up like a baby in his mother's stomach.
The sun came to replace the task of the moon, the light that still looks shady began to greet the world full of various stories. Gradually, the tiny body began to wriggle with a groaning voice so softly.
“Akkh ...,” ringis Aurelia in pain, as her back comes into contact with the coldness of the ceramic floor.
Aurelia began to gnaw, then opened the two neutrals slowly, the two nets were swollen from crying all night.
“Auaw ..”
The young woman tried to support her body to sit up, but the pain in her back grew.
“Ya Allah ... This is very sick.”
As he sat on the floor, the two neutrals traced the corner of his room that he occupied alone. Since Aurelia and Dhafi live in Jakarta, they do not live in a room. Aurelia lives in the lower room, while Dhafi lives in the main room on the second floor, which is the rule made by her handsome husband, without any reason being explained.
With pain running down her back, the woman tried to get up from the floor, then sat on the edge of the bed staring at the clock on the wall, which turned out to be 6am. Seeing the clock, Aurelia rushed to the bathroom outside her room to take ablution, even though the dawn time had passed still she carried out her duties as a Muslim.
“Yes Allah is Most Merciful and Most Merciful, only to you I take refuge. I beg you to soften my husband's heart to me, please turn his rude attitude towards me into a gentle one. Actually I am not strong Oh God, but I love my husband very much,” said Aurelia berbunjat when after the prayer.
The love! Love sometimes makes a person blind, makes someone drown with his feelings of love. Even though he was hit by violence, but still survive because he loves! How lyrical.
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Aurelia Almashyara, 18-year-old wife of Dhafi Basim
Dhafi Basim, age 25, husband of Aurelia, Marketing Manager of PT. Pacific Indo.
Emran Fathin, age 35, owner and CEO of PT. Pacific Indo.
Athallah Fathin, age 4, son of Emran Fathin.
Faiza Tazka, age 21, cousin of Aurelia.