When My Wife Is No Longer Spoiled
Extra Part: Laila's Cry Is Painful
The king could not help himself to wrath. Hearing the dark story of his wife made the anger in the King's heart flare. All his life he never played hands with women. Want as evil as any King in the past, he was never the slightest bit rude.
He realized that he had hurt Laila's inner self. But only the inner wounds. Not with physical.
The king pushed Laila gently, making her rise from her lap. The king immediately moved towards the long desk drawer in his room.
"Mas, what's it looking for?" laila asked curiously at the husband who looked like he was looking for something. The King's face was red and his jaw was hardened.
"Something I can use to kill your ex-husband!" the King replied coldly, his eyes fixed on a screwdriver that was the size of a kitchen knife.
Laila raised her eyeballs. She was afraid that the husband would do something to endanger Diko.
She did not want her husband to be a bad person.
"Mas, no .. istighfar, Mas. Istighfar.don't let demons possess your sanity!" Laila tried to persuade her husband. However, the King did not care. Right now his anger is mastering his sanity.
He's really wrathful. The woman who becomes his wife, the woman who takes care of his children. The special woman God sent to perfect her religion. Treated inhumanely by Diko the light-handed bastard.
"Conformity is not needed to deal with a scoundrel who can take care of his wife!" hiss the King pulled his hand back from Laila's check.
He opened the door of the room violently. Luckily on that floor, there were not many employees. There was only the room of CEO and secretary Dimas who was a man.
"Mas, no, Mas .. I'm fine, because there's you protecting me now. If you hurt him, it will make the problem worse. You can enter the police station!" ban Laila in panic. He blocked the King's path, making the man angry.
"You defended her? Don't you still have feelings for her, huh?! Or is your love for me just a charade?!" asked the King in a high voice jealous once saw Laila seemed to care for the Diko.
Laila shook her head quickly. She shed her tears, seeing her husband angry at her out of jealousy. Honestly, Laila was only afraid that Diko would be harmed by the King and her husband imprisoned by the police, because of the crime.
*No, Mas .. hiks ... that's not it! I don't want you to go to jail. Here many people, your reputation will be ruined, you can be imprisoned and the children will be sad, so will I, Mas."
The king who heard it got angry. He is not angry at Laila, but, to himself, for being late in Laila's life and saving the woman from Diko's cruelty.
He was angry at Laila who could not resolutely keep her body from being freely beaten by Diko.
"If anyone goes to jail it's him, that bastard, isn't I?! You shouldn't be weak, not crybaby that time. If he hits you with an English key, hit him with a hammer or cut his neck with an axe. Not only can you cry and forgive what that bastard has done to you?!" the King shouted furiously releasing all his anger making Laila cry as she pleased.
He confirmed what the King had said. He should have been able to fight back then.
However, circumstances are not possible. He doesn't have much money to sue Diko, but there are no witnesses. What's more, Diko's a manipulative man. One village knows that Diko is a good husband and considerate, while Laila is a woman who does not know herself, because she works late at night until she forgets to serve Diko well.
That's how the neighbors can only see from the outside, not from the inside. Laila worked late into the night, in order to meet the needs of her household and husband, also helping her husband pay off Diko's debt before marriage.
"I'm alone, Mas .. hiks .. no one believes me, defends me or protects me. I'm an orphan, Mas .. I have nowhere to complain. At that time I could only cry and lose my way, I didn't know what to do, because no one gave me advice or hugs."
"You think I don't want to report it to the police? Already, Mas ... hiks .. but my report was not followed up, because the police who handled my case were my own neighbors. You know what he said? 'The wife who does not know herself, because the mentang-ang has a lot of money, sometimes it must be taught a lesson'. From his words I can conclude, that the KDRT in the household is a natural thing! Hiks .. and now you're blaming me!"
Laila slammed onto the floor, she cried as she let go of the tightness in her heart. The king who heard him cried. He sat on the floor and hugged his wife.
"I'm sorry" said the King on the sidelines.
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