Wife Facing Unconsidered
part 18's. Heartache

Kafkha really moved from his parents' house, Sarah and Darman as his parents could only obey Darmansyah's wishes because Darmansyah was the one who allowed Kafkha to move house.

Medina tidied up her belongings that she was going to bring to their new home, Kafkha from earlier sat back on the sofa of his room while chatting with Clara he did not even care about Medina's pain.

"What is wrong Dinah Allah, why the test You gave to the servant was so heavy, Dinah's heart ached Oh Allah witnessed for himself the husband of the servant chat with the woman, give Dina the strength to pass all these tests!" inner Medina.

Medina rubbed the corner of her watery eyes very sick if a husband does not care about his wife's feelings, Medina still smiled even though her heart was torn apart by her husband's behavior.

"It's mas!" tell Medina

Kafkha just flinched without even looking at Medina in the slightest, Medina sighed.

"When are you leaving now or when?" ask Medina.

Kafkha did not care about Medina's question, he still kept cool chatting with Clara.

It had been half an hour that Medina waited for Kafkha finally she finished also chatting with her lover.

"The hunt!" ketus Kafkha

The two of them will go to the new house that Kafkha has prepared, their new house is a little far from his house, Kafkha deliberately bought a house that is very far from his parents' house.

"Mom, papa, our grandfather both said yes!" kafkha said in a very good manner holding Medina's hand before her family, as if she accepted this marriage.

"Take care of yourself, don't hurt my daughter-in-law's granddaughter!" darmansyah

"Ready cake!" kafkha said with a smile

Now Medina approached her father-in-law she shook hands with Kafkha's parents, "father, mama, I'm leaving first yes, you take good care of yourself! medina said farewell to her in-laws.

"We'll be fine, son, who must take care of you both because you're so far away!" darman

"Yes papa!"

Darmansyah looked at her grandson with a casual look, there was not the slightest suspicion that Darmansyah saw from her grandson.

The two of them finally left for the new house, Kafkha just kept quiet while driving the car, Medina also stayed silent because there was no topic to discuss.

An hour drive finally they both arrived at their new home, the house was not too big and not too small as well, the house was also very nice.

"Oh yeah, we're not roommates!" kafkha

Medina raised her eyebrows, "why is that so mas?" ask Medina

"Because you're not a wife, you're just a wife on paper!" scorn Kafkha then Kafkha goes to his room.

Medina opened the room not far from Kafkha's room, she sighed.

"Bismillah! exclaimed Medina cheering herself up.

Medina tidied up the items she brought earlier, finished the prayer asar Medina directly into the kitchen she planned to make food for dinner later, Medina opened the refrigerator turned out to be empty, the contents were empty, there was no food in the fridge.

"Mas Kafkha did not prepare any foodstuffs as it turned out!"

Medina went to Kafkha's room she knocked on the door of the room, there was no word from Kafkha.

tok tok tok tok

"Yes...! call Medina

"Mas Kafkha!"

Kafkha, who was busy chatting with Clara over the phone, was disturbed by the knocking on the door along with the soft voice of Medina calling herself.

"At least Ara!

"Where are you going? we're not done talking yet!" ~ Clara

"There's a little problem, then we'll connect again, baby!"

"Well, don't be with that woman too often!" whinek spoiled Clara over the phone.

"So, you take it easy, I just love you!"

"Thank you baby!" ~ Clara

The phone connection was broken and Kafkha opened the door to her room.

Kafkha would never forget what Medina had said back then, if there was a tompel on her face, but it was only Medina's lie that Kafkha did not force herself to forcibly open her veil at that time.

If Kafkha had asked Medina to open her veil in a kind word, it was likely that Medina would have shown her true face to Kafkha, but it was Kafkha's fault.

"Sorry!" medina

"Do you want to disturb my calm, huh? why the hell don't you ever understand if I don't like being bullied by hypocritical women like you-!" cecar Kafkha

"Sorry, I only asked your permission if I would go out to buy cooking ingredients!" cut Medina off at last

"Just go, why should permission be with me, if you don't go home I'll be happy!" kafkha snapped and Kafkha closed the door violently.

Darr

Medina was startled by the sound of the hard closed door, "astagfirullah alhazim...!" istighfar Medina

Medina set her foot towards the stall, she planned to buy some cooking ingredients in the stall as well as she wanted to get acquainted with the people who were here.

Medina arrived at the shop she bought some cooking ingredients for the evening.

"New mom's here?"

"Yes mom!" medina said kindly

"New message see!"

"Yes!"

Finished he bought the ingredients Medina now back to her house, from a distance he saw the car Kafkha out of the yard of his house.

"Buck...!" call Medina

"Where did Mas Kafkha go?" medina Mumbles

Kafkha did not say goodbye to Medina he just left, Medina sighed and then she entered her house, wanted on the phone Medina did not have her husband's number.

The heartache was felt by Medina because it was never considered by her own husband.

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It was late at night but Kafkha had not yet returned, Medina pacing back and forth waiting for Kafkha's return.

"Mas... Where the hell are you?" medina's heart was devastated that Kafkha had no news at all, what else Medina just moved here this afternoon so she feels lonely what else she does not know her neighbors here.

Medina did not dare to ask for her husband's phone number to her husband's family she was afraid that later her husband's family was much asked and worried about her and Kafkha.

"O Allah, protect Kafkha wherever he is!"

Half an hour later Kafkha arrived at her house, Medina opened the door for her husband, how shocked Medina was when she smelled the alk*hol scent from her husband's body, Kafkha went into his house and was helped by a young man who had been at their wedding.

"What happened brother?" ask Medina

"Your husband drinks too much and he's finally unconscious, I suggest you stay away from him!" reza

Deg

Medina's heartache when she found out her husband drank a drink that was strictly forbidden by Islam, the first time Medina found Kafkha drunk like this.

"Astagfirullah alhazim...why are you like this anyway mas? is this your all-time bad attitude that I don't know about?" inner Medina

Kafkha's friend came home and Medina went into her room she was crying in her room, her heart felt heavy when she found out her husband was drunk like that, as if stabbed by the knife of her heart dagger.

"Hiks... father... mother... Why is Kafkha like that? I can't stand his attitude it's dad. If he doesn't love me it's natural for me, until now I'm still learning to love him, but with this attitude why my heart hurts so much father...!"

Medina cried in her room while contemplating her fate as if to die seeing her husband drunk like that.

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