Wife To Fernando
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Fernando took his wife to his car, he opened the door also pair the seat belt, then turned around the car to the steering side.

when he was about to drive his car, his wife held his hand, the pregnant woman took the handkerchief in the brown Sling bag, and tied it to the back of her injured hand.

Fernando was silent, he even turned his eyes to look forward, until his wife finished tying the back of his hand, he began to drive forward his car.

Just coming out of the gate of the compound, his wife's voice made him glance at a glance,

"We're going to the hospital! Treat your wounds,"

Fernando did not respond, he continued to drive his car.

Back silent noiseless, not ten minutes, the car has arrived in front of the house owned by Umi Fatimah, the,

Fernando went down first, opened the gate, he came back to park his car in the carport.

"Why not go to the hospital, the back of your hand should be treated, otherwise it will be an infection" Rara warned her husband.

Unwilling to respond, Fernando got out of the car and walked to the other side for his wife.

The man was silent a thousand languages even until both of them entered the house.

The state of the old house is not inhabited looks clean and tidy, because once every two days there is a person behind the umi house, cleaning the house.

Rara headed for the kitchen, taking water from the dispenser that was there, the incident a moment ago made her throat dry.

He took a glass full of mineral water and brought it to the dining table that was integrated with the kitchen area, he sat on a chair, the pregnant woman took a breath and exhaled slowly, he said, I don't know why his head suddenly turned.

Rara thought that maybe the effect was that she was crying, or depressed, she did not expect her husband to be so brutal, what this meant by the man when he asked her to come home the other day.

What was the real face of her husband?

Is there anything she doesn't know about her husband?

Then after this what else will the man show him?

And the questions that made him even more dizzy himself.

There was a bit of fear that came to her mind, what if if she really knew the real face of her husband, she could still stand by his side.

To be honest his whole life, even though he had never dealt with such acts of violence.

He was the youngest child who was well guarded by his parents and two older brothers, although he had lived in a neighborhood in the capital, but there, he was, its neighbors have never been in conflict like other densely populated settlements.

In Malang is also the same, the surrounding neighbors also live in harmony and peace.

At school and on campus too, his environment is healthy away from conflict, arguably his life for twenty-seven years is always peaceful.

Rara only sees people fighting each other when she sees soap operas, dramas or movies on television or video on the phone.

Just a few minutes ago in front of her own eyes she saw how her best friend was beaten and kicked by her own husband, and all this time she thought he was a gentle, not rude man like that.

Rara drank the water up to the toilet, it felt that one glass was not enough to make her throat relieved, she rose again to take mineral water in the dispenser.

Even the pregnant woman to sit on the floor, to more easily take it, so that the throat is no longer dry.

Two and a half glasses of Rara spent to quench his thirst, but still not fully relieved, he so remembered when he was restless waiting for the thesis trial first, he did the same thing with this time.

When he was agitated, afraid and unsettled, he became a lot of drink, to relieve the feeling that occupied him.

Is he feeling scared right now?

Does he feel agitated?

Is he not calm?

Rara decided to take one more glass of water, she knew maybe after this she would go back and forth to the bathroom, but she did not care, for her most important, how she dispelled this thirst.

Long enough Rara sat in front of the dispenser, how many minutes, somehow,

"What are you doing there? Are you all right?"ask Fernando.

Rara who felt in the room was just herself, turned to look at the voice, seen her husband who had taken a bath approaching her.

With great difficulty, Rara tried to get up and step, although it felt uncomfortable, but she tried to get away from there.

I don't know why he was a little scared of that guy.

Without answering questions from her husband, Rara chose to go into the room she used to.

Seems like a warm bath, will make his mind more relaxed, Rara decided to enter the bathroom in one corner of the room.

Not forgetting he took a negligee shirt for him to change later after bathing.

He locked the bathroom, he began to open the hijab, Ciput, robe, leggings, socks and his interior.

Inside the bathtub there is a bath water that seems to be prepared by the man.

Smelling her favorite scent, Rara started soaking her innocent body inside there, ah... It feels so comfortable.

He began to lean on one side of the bathtub, he began to breathe the aroma that made him calm.

Tiredness was slowly changing comfort, somehow he closed his eyes, until the pounding on the bathroom door made him wake up.

Ah... So comfortable that he fell asleep, he said that he was still bathing, and the voice stopped by itself.

The water in the bathtub is no longer warm, he chose to end his soaking event, he decided to rinse it under a shower of warm water, he decided, it looks like shampooing will make his head that was dizzy will be more comfortable.

First he chose to wash his hair, he knew warm water was not good for his face, but this time he did not care, which he thought how comfortable he was.

After the bath was over, he dried his hair that had been almost a year he did not trim with a new towel available under the sink cabinet.

He wears a knee-length negligee for her to sleep on, in fact her stomach is a little hungry, but too lazy to open her mouth.

Thinking about the food, he remembered the cake that Arini had given him, as if he had left it on the porch of the middle-aged woman's house.

Suddenly she felt annoyed to remember the incident earlier, the shadow of enjoying a nastar cake containing strawberry jam made by Arini, vanished already due to the brutal actions of her husband.

Still drying his hair with a towel, he also remembered the state of Pradikta, so he felt guilty with the man as well as his parents.

Is his best friend okay?

Should I be taken to the hospital?

He wanted to know about Pradikta's situation, but he didn't want to add any problems to the man.

Feeling that her hair was not too wet, she decided to get out of it.

Rara was surprised, her husband stood up and leaned against the bathroom door, was the man waiting for her?

The pregnant woman passed to the dresser, she sat in front of the mirror and began to comb her hair that was still slightly wet,

As was the custom, without being asked, the man took a hair dryer on the cabinet by the side of the bed, the man with a plain white shirt began to dry his wife's hair.

Rara was silent without a sound, she also chose to duck avoiding eye contact with her husband, she just glanced at a glance, the back of the hand that had been on the bandage.

It seems like the man was treating his own injuries.