When Love Should Determine
Chapter 81

Hamzah burns in a jealous fire when he sees the doctor examining Larissa. Unknowingly, he vented his anger on his wife.

Larissa's heart warms knowing her husband still loves her. He was so jealous when he saw another man touch him. But Hamzah's jealousy is out of place. And Larissa has to straighten it out.

Larissa claimed to have been harassed by Uwak Sodiq the last time they were there. But apparently Hamzah did not believe his confession and considered it a joke. Until making the anger Larissa who had come down back smouldering. "Do you think a disgrace deserves to be a joke?" he shouted furiously.

Forced Larissa to tell all the events on that fateful night even though it means she has to reopen the dark sheets that she tries to forget.

Hamzah was furious after hearing the true incident. He took his wife and apologized, "I'm sorry! I really didn't know he was harassing you. But why didn't you ever tell me this?."

Larissa kept away from her husband. "Why did I tell you? You never believed in me, did you?."

"As your wife, I mean nothing to you. You never trusted me. You never even thought I existed."

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry I ignored you." Hamzah brought the wife's body back into his arms. But this time there was no rejection from him. "Why do you have so much heart for me? Don't you love me now?" said Larissa in tears. Repeated beating of the husband's chest as an expression of disappointment.

"I'm really sorry! I never intended to hurt your heart" said Hamzah Lirih. His wife rubbed his head gently to calm him down.

"Why do you have so much heart for me? What is my fault?" said Larissa. Tears continue to tear. But this time she stopped beating her husband's chest and drowned herself in his arms.

"You're not wrong, I'm wrong."

"I'm dirty, Entik. I'm not holy anymore. I have failed to protect my honor." Larissa was caught in tears. He reveals all the suffering he suffered.

Hamzah covered Larissa's lips with her index finger. "Don't say that, it's not true!. To me you remain as holy as I first knew you," The wiping of the tears that soaked her beautiful face. " An incident will not change my judgment of you. To me you are a woman who takes great care of her chastity. So don't ever say that again, understand!."

Larissa nodded her head in response. "Don't hurt me again. I beg you!."

Hamzah tightened his embrace. "I promise you, I won't hurt your heart again." A warm kiss he landed on the forehead of the wife. "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry for you." They also hugged each other in tears.

That night they were open to each other. They express each other's feelings. One thing they haven't done in a long time.

In marriage sometimes we experience the ups and downs of a relationship. But opening up to each other is the key to overcoming it. That night they realized it.

One thing we must remember! silence is not the solution to solve any problem for whatever reason. Instead we pile the problem into one by doing so. And when the heart can no longer hold it, then a great explosion will occur.

Satisfied to express feelings for each other Hamzah also invited his wife to come home. "We're going home now, right? It's been too late. Poor our son at home.

Larissa nodded her head, rubbing the remains of tears that are still attached to the cheeks. "Yes, let's go home now!."

Hamzah takes Larissa's hand to the bike. But when he was about to turn on the machine, he saw the wife's body shivering with cold. Presumably he forgot to bring a jacket because he was in a hurry when he left earlier.

Larissa smiled. Her heart warmed again to little attention from her husband. "Thank you very much! but what about you? Aren't you cold, too?."

Hamzah. A shady smile he gave. "You just wear it! I'm fine."

Larissa put her husband's jacket on her body. The smell of Hamzah's body filled his sense of smell. The warmth of the body of the husband attached to the jacket gives warmth and comfort to him.

"Come aboard! We go home now." Larissa nodded. He immediately climbed on the motorbike.

All the way home Hamzah's body shivered with cold. Larissa felt sorry to see him. "You're cold, Entik. Shouldn't you just put your jacket back on?."

Hamzah is cold. But he was more worried about his wife than himself. He refused his offer, shaking his head. "It's okay, Larissa. I'm a man. I'm still holding this cold."

Larissa shook her head loudly at the husband's refusal. "No! How could I let you shiver in the cold? especially if you are driving. I don't want you to get sick after this."

"You're cold too, Larissa. How could I let you get cold in the middle of your current condition?."

They kept arguing about who should wear the jacket. Larissa thought for a moment about finding a way to resolve this endless debate. Eventually, he found a smart solution. "Then let me hug your body tightly. I'll share this warmth with you."

Hamzah smiled at the idea his wife had said. "I am glad to accept it. Where might I refuse a hug from a beautiful woman."

Larissa's face was red like a boiled crab hearing her husband's spare change.

On the way home, Larissa hugged her husband's body tightly. Ensuring that they share warmth with each other to ward off the invading cold. Occasionally Hamzah justifies the position of the wife's hand when it is felt that the hook slightly loosened.

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Hamza proves his words. This time he was very supportive of Larissa's decision to undergo surgery. He was the one who prepared everything.

Today is the day that Larissa will undergo surgery. Hamzah did not move a bit from his side. He wanted to provide support for his wife and make sure she was able to get through it all.

Time keeps passing. The sun has also been replaced by the moon. Larissa did not leave the operating room. To make Hamzah's heart more restless because of it. "Oh Allah, give smoothness to my wife's operation. Don't take him away from me. Give me a chance to make amends for all the wrongs I've done to her" she prayed heartily.

Hamzah walked back and forth in front of the operating room like an iron. His eyes looked repeatedly at the door. But there was also no sign that the door was open.

Hamzah is getting restless. Hope is running low. He also gathered in front of the operating room door hoping that a miracle would come to bring news of the success of his wife's operation.

Long wait, the door finally opened. Hamzah quickly got up to the doctor. "How's my wife doing, doc? Is the operation going well?."