Wife Facing Unconsidered
part 8's. I'm Your Wife Not Your Slave

Their wedding reception was over, now that Medina was in the bridal room, she was waiting for Kafkha who had not yet entered their room.

Medina had already cleaned her makeup, she had also changed her clothes with a shar'i robe along with her veil cloth, Medina would not have opened her veil if it was not Kafkha himself who asked for her, Medina said, medina will not take off her veil.

Kafkha sat in one of the invited guest chairs, he was still thinking of a way for Clara to make up with him again, however Clara was still Kafkha's lover because the two of them had not yet severed their relationship.

Darmansyah had just finished talking with her former co-worker, Darmansyah saw Kafkha who was again massaging her temple, Darmansyah approached her grandson who had just become a husband, who had just become a husband, Darmansyah sat down near Kafkha and gave a small blow to Kafkha's shoulder.

"What's the matter so you don't want to go to your room, your wife must have been waiting for you!" darmansyah said with a happy smile.

Kafkha gave a rough sigh, he looked at this grandfather with a hostile gaze, the matter came from his own grandfather.

"Do not know!" kafkha answered in a flat tone

"As soon as you go to your wife's room, she's waiting for you!" said Darmansyah did not want to make a fuss with this grandson

Kafkha stood up from his seat and then he stepped his feet towards the bridal room that had been prepared in this hotel, Darmansyah smiled at Kafkha who had gone.

"May I quickly have a great-grandchild!" said Darmansyah with a smile like that.

Kafkha stepped into his room, he repeatedly cursed his grandfather to die quickly, so that he could be free from this difficult situation.

"I'm thankful you're dying old man, I'm tired of your will, it's old so there's still a lot of demand, you should ask for land a few meters for your grave later!" as Kafkha walked towards his room, Kafkha was actually very tired from standing in the hall.

Kafkha sighed as soon as he got in front of the door of the room, he exhaled his coarse breath.

Cklekk

Kafkha flicked his vision around this room, he narrowed his eyes as he saw the covered-clothed woman sitting back against the door of this room.

"Sina!" aspersion of Kafkha

Medina heard the words of her husband's curse, but she kept smiling behind the veil, Medina turned her body to face Kafkha who was still standing in the doorway.

"Why are you standing there?, I don't owe you anything!" medina said in a very soft voice.

Kafkha noticed the woman who was his legal wife a few hours ago, Kafkha raised her upper lip like insulting her covered clothes.

"Don't be a good-ass and familiar snob with me!" kafkha said in a flat tone

Medina smiled thinly behind her veil, "so good what does she mean? I'm your wife, it's my duty to be kind to you and submit to my husband's words!" medina answered very cleverly

Medina already knew if Kafkha married her by force, the proof alone Kafkha did not appreciate Medina when the woman had climbed on the leash and argued in front of Medina.

"Curtain!" decih Kafkha

Medina sighed, in fact she was also afraid of Kafkha what else she did not know very well the character of her husband, Medina as strong as her strength remained strong even though her heart ached when her husband did not respect her.

"Hey you, come here!" as Kafkha called his wife, Medina pretended not to hear her husband's call.

Kafkha was upset with Medina who did not hear her call, "I'm sure you're not deaf and heard my call!" kafkha looked at Medina who pretended not to hear Kafkha's words.

"Hey, I'm calling you!" kafkha half shouted

Medina did not heed her husband's call, who told Kafkha to call his wife in a bad tone, even rubbing her, what's wrong with Kafkha calling Medina by her name instead of with the call 'hey'.

According to Medina it was an inappropriate call her husband called her.

"YOU HEARD I DIDN'T!" kafkha's snapping made Medina sigh with her husband's snapping.

"Can you call me well and not say enough to hurt me?" medina said with a soft but memorable voice of anger.

"I have a name, can you call me by my name?, I am your wife not your slave!" medina approached Kafkha and looked into Kafkha's eyes.

Kafkha smiled cynically and pushed Medina's body almost backward because Kafkha pushed her body strongly.

"Don't get close to me, your body doesn't deserve to be close to me, because you, my relationship is broken just like Clara, you s*al-bearer and doom-bearer girl in my life, you are the calamity-bearer of my life, I hate you so much!" kafkha said scolding Medina, all the words uttered by Kafkha made Medina stunned.

It turned out that Medina's heart was not as strong as imagined, as soon as a clear circle flowed and dripped just making her veil wet, Medina turned her body so that she would not see Kafkha.

"Based on the ninja girl, you're so hypocritical about that face-covering cloth of yours, that's a lot of cheating and rot!" kafkha added, staring at the back of Medina, who was shaking from crying because of her actions, there was no sadness for Medina shown by Kafkha, which was the hatred that Kafkha showed.

"I didn't marry you for loving you, I married you for following my grandfather's request, and it was your grandfather's will that tormented me!" kafkha said again.

Medina wept over the hurtful words she had coming out of Kafkha's mouth, only once in her life did Medina get the harsh words out of the mouth of a stranger who had confronted her.

"If your grandfather hadn't given you this kind of will, maybe I wouldn't have met a rotten girl like you!" kafkha said speaking as he pleased.

Kafkha sat on the sofa holding her foot on the other side of the thigh, looking at Medina with a hostile look and a very disgusted order.

"This ninja girl like you doesn't deserve me!" kafkha

"ENOUGH!" snapped Medina with a raucous voice, only once did Medina let out her rude voice at others, even her mighty voice seemed slow to Kafkha

"It is inappropriate for a husband to demean his wife, I am your wife is not someone else, you do not deserve to lower your wife's self-esteem, as if you were looking at me with disgust and filth, I'm a woman of many sins, but you don't respect me, is it appropriate for a husband to rebuke his wife?, is it appropriate for a husband to berate his wife?"

"The answer is no mas!" medina said with a very sick heart.

New to the household, but Medina has been tested by sharing various problems.

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