The Devil Husband's
CHAPTER 46. HAPPY ENOUGH, SAD ENOUGH
Tiger was speechless, he did not know how to calm the raging woman
There is no way he will return to violence like some time ago. He just silently received all the swearing, annoyance, anger and blows his wife.
"I don't understand what you mean!" stirring Tiger pressed both of Jihan's wrists.
Jihan tried to pull him off strongly. His eyes still radiated anger. "No need to pretend! Turns out I misjudged you. I thought you had changed well. But it turns out once devil is still devil. I hate you, Tiger! I hate!" jehan shouted pushing Tiger's burly body, then jumped down from the bed.
Slightly cramping in his lower abdomen, Jihan also slowed his steps. His hand gripped tightly onto the iron trallis and regulated his breathing that was wafting incoherently. Even sweaty hair started flowing down his face.
He brushed off Tiger's arm as he grabbed his waist and was about to help him walk. The look of hatred that was so sharp as a blade was ready to slice anything in front of him.
"Never touch me!" hiss Jihan with a low but stressed voice.
"Shitt!" as if Tiger was stuck, seemed to want to strangle Jihan. His roar of breath sounded rough, the rumble of his chest wanting to explode right now. The molars harden with teeth grinding against each other.
Jihan immediately twisted her body, although her steps limped while holding her stomach, she continued to walk until approaching her mother who was already lying stiff in the crate.
Tight, his chest was very tight. Even to say hello, he was unable to. His body slid to the floor. Crying as much as possible with a great tremor all over his body. Aunt Fida and Fauzan immediately approached, helping Jihan to her feet. But the woman's body was very weak, her legs could not support her body.
"Mother!" His voice was hoarse, his throat was sore. Since then, he has been very close to his mother.
Although in her lifetime, Jihan was always arranged, made a living puppet by the Maharani, the middle-aged woman still prioritized Jihan's happiness. Even in the wrong way.
"I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy in your last moments. Even our last meeting was marked by a fight. Anyway Jihan loves mom. Sorry Jihan, Mom. Sorry!" raung Jihan prostrated under her mother's coffin.
"It's time, come on, boy!" get Aunt Fida to gently wipe Jihan's head.
Tiger who was standing behind him, felt his heart squeezed. But he can cover it up very well. His expression was cold and flat.
A series of events has been completed. Jihan was still resting on top of her mother's belly button. Hugging tightly the picture frame that rests on the tombstone.
"Mother, Jihan has no one else in the world. Why go away all of a sudden? Why don't Jihan just go!" jehan cried roaring without wanting to be accompanied by anyone.
He kicked everyone out after the funeral was over. He was alone in the tomb. Spilling all the tightness, sadness and pain above the navel of the mother.
The sky began to darken, black clouds coiled up in the sky. A flash of light accompanied by lightning that struck and boomed could not make Jihan move. He still wept hugging the photo of his late mother, and laid his head on the tombstone.
A drop after a drop of water began to fall soaking the earth and its fill. Over time increasingly heavy with the roar of lightning that struck. Jihan did not care, she still cried roaring over the tomb.
His entire body was wet and dirty by the red earth. But he did not care, still enjoying his position. It was as if the sky also felt the deep sorrow that Jihan felt.
A black umbrella suddenly blocked the fall of the water that befell Jihan. The woman was still unmoved enjoying the sobbing under the rain.
"At least if you don't think about your health. Think about your child's health! Do not let you regret many things because of your own negligence. Be happy enough, be sad. Do not do these two things in an exaggerated way. Especially to harm yourself and even others. Because regret always comes at the end of events!"
A baritone voice rang out in Jihan's ears. The woman flinched, opened her eyes and glanced behind her. A pair of fancy black pantouvel shoes clad in the legs of a man standing behind him, leaving his body to rain, in order to give him an umbrella. Slowly his gaze rose to meet the man.
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