When My Wife Is No Longer Spoiled
Extra Part: Atrocity Diko

Flashback.

Laila and Diko's marriage is on the edge. Often the two quarrel, because Diko who changed. Or rather show the original character after having a lot of money.

There was Laila's mistake in the words that made the two fight. As it is today, Laila's cooking is not as good as it used to be. It feels the same, it's just that Diko is no longer looking at the goodness and advantages of his wife.

He has been misled by n*fsu and demons.

"Well, why don't you eat your food, Mom?" laila asked softly to the sour-faced husband.

Diko wiped his mouth with a tissue. The man stared flatly at Laila who was looking at him with a gentle look.

"Feel you're not as good as you used to be. Next time don't cook, 'cause I'll eat out!" diko said without pity to his wife who was tired of working as well as cooking for him.

Laila's face turned sad. The woman clenched her hands tightly. She was also fed up with her husband's behavior that was becoming more and more so.

"Feel me already bad, or your taste has changed, Mom?" laila asked with a hoarse voice holding back her tears as well as her anger.

Diko who heard it was shocked. Before long he smiled coldly, staring flatly at his wife who had accompanied him from zero to the peak of his success.

"It looks like you already understand what happened. So, I don't have to bother to explain."

Diko said in a relaxed tone then got up. Laila got up, she blocked Diko's hand tightly making the man turn his body to face Laila.

"Why? Why did you change like this, Mom? Where is the gentle and loving Mas Diko, huh?! Where's your gentle gaze, my dear? Why are you turning cold like this. Maybe if your face changes, I don't know who you are anymore. Kardna your attitude is already unlike Mas Diko, the kind and gentle young man I know!"

Laila asked her husband. She shed her tears, longing for the husband who was once loving and gentle to her. Their lives are not too luxurious, impressed simple, because both are not rich people.

However, Laila is a loyal wife, while Diko is a hard worker. 

Diko pulled her hand back. He shook his hand as if he wanted to remove any trace of Laila there.

"La, the wheel of the world turns every day. Human taste is so too, when we are small, we will like to eat candy, because it is sweet. But, as we grow up, we know that sweets are not good for our health. So did I …"

Diko said diplomatically looking fixedly at Laila's face which was now watery.

Laila shook her head in disbelief. He held back his sobbing so as not to step in control.

"So, you mean .. I'm not a good wife to you? Didn't he? After what I sacrificed for you? Is it worth me you're equating it with kids' candy, Mas?" tanya Laila with a high tone made Diko angry.

Plaque.

Diko slapped Laila's cheek very hard making the woman stagger to the right and hit the wooden chair. Laila's chest is painful, because it is exposed to the end of the chair.

However, the physical wounds he received were not as painful as the inner wounds given by Diko.

"I'm your husband, Laila! Don't you try to raise your voice in front of me, or do I beat you worse than this?!" snarling Diko in a high voice made Laila laugh bitterly.

"Is it worth a husband to slap his own wife, huh?! Is worthy?! You changed, Mom. You've changed since you got into office and have a lot of salary?!" laila shouted out her emotions.

As a result, Diko joined the wrath and immediately kicked Laila's body making the woman curl up in pain to protect her stomach.

Bugh

Bugh.

"It looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson so you'll be deterred and after we get divorced, you know how to appreciate your new husband later!" hiss Diko smiled coldly and then moved into the warehouse of their house.

Suddenly hearing Diko's words made Laila surprised instead of playing.

Divorced? Did ya? They're getting a divorce? But, why can? They both married for love. No, coercion or matchmaking.

Not long ago Diko came back with the key of England to make Laila widen his eyeballs. 

The woman crawled trying to run. However, Diko quickly hit Laila on the head.

Bugh.

Tests.

A thick liquid seeped out from Laila's head making the pitiful woman stare at her husband with eyes of disbelief.

"Next time don't raise your voice in front of me, Laila. You know for yourself, if I don't like dissident women, don't you! Be a good woman who remains gentle and receives all your new husband's treatment later. Because me! No longer want to be your husband," he said as he stroked his wife's wet cheek.

Laila could only shed her tears. Disappointed with her husband whom she had accompanied from zero to success.

"Well, if that's what you want. Divorce me, Mom. But, one thing you must remember! Different wives will have different sustenance?! God is so fair, Mom?!" laila said full of emphasis with a slow letter.

"I'm not scared! I am very hardworking and hardworking. Surely my sustenance will continue to flow much! No matter when you are with me, or with my new wife!" reply Diko with a mocking tone made Laila smile bitterly with her pale lips.

"Remember, Mas. You threw me away. Then don't expect to take me back! And hopefully later, when you fall into poverty, your new wife doesn't leave you" said Laila smiling meaningfully as she stared into her husband's eyeballs.

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Maybe this is just a novel, but, out there are very many women who are victims of the KDRT. Make strong women out there. Stay upbeat, don't give up! God is not sleeping. If our partner is not able to make us happy. So, don't blame them. It is enough of us who rush in search of our own happiness. Although, the word selfish often people say for us.

Our happiness is our responsibility. Not a parent, child, family or spouse. Don't be afraid to be selfish! Because once in a while, we need to be selfish to maintain our Happiness and sanity & to be 🌹

Salem aneuk Nanggroe Aceh ____🥰