Was it wrong of me to love you?
Gathering evidence

The night suddenly ...

Aurelia stared at Emran's mobile phone, which she asked for her handiwork by Mr. Joseph. Her net staring at the clock on her phone already showed at 7 pm, her working hours were done, and it was time to go home.

All thoughts are now imagining what will happen when she returns home, the shadow will be tortured again by her husband is clearly very imagined in the corner of her eyes, he said, moreover, the incident this afternoon will certainly show the wrath of her husband. But she had to see him isn't this one of the opportunities to get evidence of her husband's torture.

Now he has a mobile phone that can record all the events he will face later. For a moment he took a deep breath and tried to strengthen his own mentality. Before going home he rubbed the hair of his little master who was now fast asleep because of fatigue, hoping that later tonight was not fussy. In a slow motion he got up from his seat on the edge of the bed, and came out of the room of his little master.

“Away home?” emran asked flatly, apparently already in Athallah's room.

Aurelia straightened her face. “Iya Mister, I say goodbye first, assalamualaikum,” said Aurelia, she rushed to take her small bag and did not bring the clothes that Emran bought from the boutique.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Emran, his little heart wanted to drive Aurelia home, but was afraid that the young woman misunderstood, but somehow he felt a bit bad. The man stared at the woman until she disappeared, out of her son's room.

An hour later ...

Ojek who drove Aurelia had arrived in front of the house, Aurelia's heart began to beat quickly, let alone netraanya saw Dhafi's car was already in the garage of their house.

Aurelia immediately turned on her phone camera, and placed it in her bag again. His feet began to step into the courtyard of the house, along with his mind that prayed for protection.

The doorknob had him swivel and turned out to be unlocked, his head slightly peeked inside and all he found was not a single person in the living room. Aurelia went in like a burglar in her own house, but her net probed into all corners no one, very quiet. There was a slight feeling of relief, and his footsteps continued into his room.

Not wanting to waste time, when he arrived in the room removed the phone from his bag, then put it on the dressing table in the condition of on recording and he blocked it with objects on the dressing table.

BRACKET!

The sound of door slamming sounded so loud that Aurelia's body tiptoed in shock, she turned back her body.

“It turns out you remember coming home too, Aurelia!” said Dahfi grinned thinly, and his net was clearly very red as if people were angry.

GLAKES!

Aurelia's throat was blocked from seeing her husband's fierce face, let alone the man already carrying his belt.

“So it's true that Faiza said that you were a cheap woman before marrying me, hem!” dhafi jolt, then his hand threw a few photos to Aurelia's face.

One of the photos was captured in Aurelia's hand, and it was clear the young woman was surprised to see a half-naked photo of herself sleeping with another man. He shook his head, not believing what he saw in the photo.

“And because of this photo, Mas Dhafi hated me so much, and Mas Dhafi trusted all these evidences without asking in advance about this truth!” aurelia's reply raised her voice.

Aurelia regressed her footsteps as her husband's footsteps moved closer to her. “All is clear with this photo, if you are a cheap woman before marrying me. Everything proved!”

Wanting to cry, Aurelia's heart, she has been vilified by her own cousin, and it was done before they were married.

“Mas Dhafi believes more in Faiza than your own wife Mas! I should have asked! I've never been like this! I don't know any of these men. And you need to know I'm not a cheap woman!” refute Aurelia, defend the truth that exists.

Unfortunately, the man was too emotional. Her belt whipped the wardrobe beside Aurelia.

“Don't lie Aurelia, in fact you've been playing with my boss all this time! How do you feel as my wife ... Huh!” bentak Dhafi has been ignited by jealous fire since this afternoon.

“AAWW!” the belt floated on the woman's waist.

“You deliberately preen in front of other men, while in front of me you always look shabby!” shouts Dhafi in disobedience, he again floated his sabetage to Aurelia's body, then pulled the woman's arm and shoved her on the mattress, then threw her out.

“AAKHH!”

“Let go of me Mas, PLEASE!” aurelia Jerrits.

“Scream, no one will help you!” snapped Dhafi, his hand holding the belt back hit Aurelia's body that had not been able to dodge and dodge.

“SAKIT ... PLEASE!” aurelia screamed in pain, her body had rebelled and both legs had kicked the man's body which was getting stronger.

Dhafi overstretched Aurelia's body, and locked the young woman's movements under his confinement.

“Don't expect and dream of being the boss' wife, you will still be my wife, Aurelia!”

“LEPASSE ME ... PLEASE!”

“You told me to shut up!” aurelia exclaimed, her gaze began to sharpen and she took her breath in, then rebelled again.

But what happened Dhafi again took his belt and floated into the body of his legitimate wife.

“PLEASE!” aurelia shouted as loudly as possible, as the belt whipped her.

BRACKET!

BUGH!

Dhafi's body slammed backwards until hit by the wall, his face was immediately received a fist-piercing incessantly.

Neighbors, who had heard cries for help from Aurelia's house, began to arrive.

“Based on jerk men, it usually only tortures women only!” the man shouted and punched Dhafi in the face again until he realized that the man's face had already taken out of his nose and the corners of his lips.

Faiza who had just returned from the minimarket looked astonished to see the neighbors gathered in front of the house, and she saw the door of the house wide open.

“What is this? Why collect here?” faiza asked one of the mothers she did not know.

“It looks like from earlier someone shouted for help, like the voice of Neng Aurel,” replied the mother.

Faiza looked astonished and rushed inside, she looked at every corner and heard people grimacing in pain from Aurelia's room.

Netra Faiza was wide-eyed to see Emran hit Dhafi who had started to limp, while Aurelia curled up on the bed feeling her body in pain.

“STOP SIR EMRAN!” faiza shouted as she saw the hands of the handsome man wanting to hit Dhafi back.

The man turned his face and showed his ferocious face, then he took off Dhafi's shirt collar and slightly jerked the man against the wall.

Faiza approaches Dhafi, looking like she wants to protect her sir husband from being beaten again by the man.

Emran rubbed his sweat that began to pour on his face. “Starting today you I fired from my company, dishonorably fired! Damn husband jerk!” sentak Emran's.

Dhafi could only be stunned to hear it, he still did not expect his boss to suddenly come to his house.

Now, Emran turned his back and touched the woman's shoulder. Aurelia turned her face, the man stared warmly and slipped his hands between the woman's shoulders and thighs.

“Here is not where you live,” said Emran while riding Aurelia ala bride style.

“For a moment Sir, please get there first!” pinta Aurelia was heard softly, as her hand pointed out the direction of the dresser. The man stepped there, Aurelia's hand reaching for her phone behind the belongings.

“See you at the police station, Dhafi!” emran said before bringing Aurelia out of the room.