My slave Mr. Mobster
Retains

Hannah POV.

I was shocked when Mas Gibran yelled at me for the first time. In fact, his hand floating in the air wanted to slap my cheek.

My heart aches O Allah .. My world seems to collapse when my husband is angry just because I have put on the woman his first love.

Is that how Alena meant to Mas Gibran? Is there no gap for me to enter his heart in the slightest? What does Alena have, so Mas Gibran can't afford to forget?

When I got married, I gave my whole soul and body to Mas Gibran. In fact, the honor I've been guarding all this time is also given to him.

Is my face less beautiful? Right, maybe my face isn't as pretty as Alena's because honestly I'm just a housewife who doesn't know what makeup is.

It's just that people say my face is very beautiful. In fact, my nickname in Aceh is the village flower. However, for what beauty is when unable to knock the eyes and doors of my husband's heart.

I don't need anyone else's compliments on how beautiful my face is! All I needed was a confession that I was beautiful in my husband's eyes.

Did you know that as long as I married Mas Gibran never once praised me. Either my appearance or my cooking.

Then, today for the first time Mas Gibran praised! Not praising me, but praising Alena. First love.

Destroyed was a sturdy fortress that I had been building so that I pretended to be strong and fine. The flames of jealousy that had spread in my blood were able to ravage my heart.

"You want to slap me, just because I said something bad about that woman?" I asked with a hoarse voice vibrating to hold my cry so as not to break.

As strong as possible my tears are resistant so as not to spill. However, I am not a strong woman with a steel heart. I am just a wife who has a fragile soul.

Tests.

I felt my cheeks wet indicating that the tears I was holding had fallen.

"You praised him in front of me, Mom. In fact, as long as we're married you've never praised me like that! Can I be honest, Mom. About how I feel now?"

I looked down at the handsome face of Mas Gibran who looked surprised to see me crying for the first time.

"I'm jealous of your past, Mom!" My tears broke after saying that one sentence. I had enough to hold him back from now on.

My ears and heart were hot hearing my husband praising the other woman in front of me. Let me just cry this time.

Gibran POV.

My body was stunned to see Hannah sobbing in front of me. For the first time I saw a face that was always cheerful and sweet that showed the look of another face.

The face is sad and full of pain. Hannah's body shook violently from crying. I pulled him in my arms.

Hugged his body tightly. I unconsciously repeatedly peeked at the top of his head. I tightened my arms even more as Hannah wanted to rebel out of that embrace.

"Sorry," I whispered softly in her ear.

"Why? Why doesn't praising me equal praising him? Am I less beautiful? Or am I less attractive in the eyes of Mas? Say ... hiks .. tell me! Tell me to fix it, Mom! I want to be praised like him too! I want to love you too, Mom! I'm your wife and I'm more entitled to you, Mas!"

Hannah said in between her cries making my heart run agitated. However, I felt a sense of disbelief when Hannah said she was more entitled to me. Sounds like I claimed I was his.

I remember my agreement with Hannah a week after we got married. I gave her a brown docket with a contract marriage certificate.

It was about me divorcing Hannah when Alena returned.

Flashbacks.

"What does this mean, Mom?" Hannah asked with a surprised look after reading the contents of the brown map given by Gibran.

"As it is written in it, Hannah. I'll divorce you when my first love comes back! We got married because we were married. I don't love you and you don't love me! So, it's not a bad thing for us to get divorced in the future," obviously I'm not indifferent as I put my shoulder around.

"But … "

"No but-but again, Hannah. Sign up quickly!" I sternly stared coldly at Hannah who was staring at me with reddened eyeballs.

Hannah's hand shook as she signed the marriage contract. I smiled happily because later after Alena came back, I could pursue her love again. Without anyone to hold me back anymore.

I loosened my arms and cupped Hannah's wet cheeks. I stared into her eyes that were reddened by crying.

"Don't forget about our marriage contract, Hannah! Alena's back which means I'm gonna divorce you soon!" I stared coldly at Hannah's face.

Deggs.

Like a thousand needles in Hannah's heart, the beautiful woman could only close her mouth so that her crying voice did not break again.

"Eummmp .. hiks .. " Hannah's crying voice was held back because the beautiful woman shut her mouth tightly. The beautiful woman retreated her steps while continuing to shake her head quickly.

It was as if he disagreed with Gibran's selfish decision.

Hannah is just an innocent woman who never knew love. However, after marrying Gibran the woman felt her days were more colorful. His heart often beats when it is close to Gibran.

Both are nine years old. Hannah was twenty years old, while Gibran was twenty-nine. So did twenty-six-year-old Alena.

Hannah was just a home child who was a child, until her teens taught the students to learn Iqro'.

"Tomorrow, I'll take care of our divorce!" I sternly stared flatly at Hannah's face which was shocked by my decision.

Hannah POV.

"I don't want to .. hiks .. I don't want a divorce! I beg you, Mas. Give me one chance! I promise I'll make you fall in love with me!"

I immediately hugged Mas Gibran's burly body. I cupped her cheeks and kissed Mas Gibran's lips hoping that my husband would melt.

However, not the reply I got. Mas Gibran turned his face to the side not wanting me to kiss his lips again.

My heart aches God .. My husband refuses my touch. Is he disgusted at me? O Allah, I beg you to strengthen this servant. Don't let the devil laugh with our divorce. Indeed, the thing that You hate most on this earth is divorce between husband and wife.

Please help your servant, Lord.

I cried out for help to the One who turned the hearts of men. He is the God of the human heart.

"What other opportunity, Hannah? We both don't love each other! Wouldn't we rather end this as soon as possible? You're young and very beautiful, Hannah. I'm sure there will be a better man than me coming into your life!"

Mas Gibran said softly while holding my hand. His face looked fine as if it was okay with our divorce.

"You're wrong, Mom! I love you!" I stared into Gibran's eyeballs.

Mas Gibran let go of his hand. He looked surprised to hear my confession.

Yeah, I better tell Mas Gibran the truth. It might sound cheap begging for the love of a man who clearly doesn't love me.

But Mas Gibran is my husband. It is my duty to defend it. Moreover, the message from Abi told me to serve Mas Gibran.

Abi also advised me to continue to defend my marriage to Mas Gibran if at any time a storm comes to our household.

As if Abi had the sixth Indra, he knew what was happening to me. If Abi had known that now a storm had come upon my household!

If Abi had known Mas Gibran never loved me! Will Abi keep telling me to defend our household?

"Hannah, you … "

"Yes, Mas. I love the same, Mom. I don't know why love grows so fast? When I first looked at my face, Mas after marrying me. That's where I instantly fell in love, Mas. It was only Gibran the foreign man I looked at! All this time I never looked at the faces of men other than Abi and my brother!"

I bit my lower lip trying to hold Mas Gibran's hand gently. I stared softly at her brown eyes.

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