The Forgotten 2nd Wife.
124.Punishment.

Feelings of wanting to run to the end of the world, running under the existing wounds, wounds that need time to heal.

Tania let out a long sigh and then exhaled violently, this girl again arranged her heart, setting a heart that was not okay.

If only in this world there could sell patience and sincerity.then this girl will immediately buy it, to strengthen the heart that is being broken, in pieces.

The marriage that he lived all this time, the marriage that runs can be counted fingers, but now the fall talak has fallen before the eyes and ears even in public places.

So as a wife, especially what she wants to do if the talak of a husband has come out of her lips?.

"Tan, are you okay, right?"rani asked to make sure the situation of her sister.

Tania again gulped his saliva rough.nodding resignedly in front of the brother so that everything looks fine.

"I'm sorry, Tan" he continued back and rushed to embrace Tania.hugging the body that was tired with the weight of this life test.

After they were satisfied crying they returned to the hotel, calmed down and strengthened each other.

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"Stupid" shouted Mr. Ammar.

Realizing his mistake.The biggest mistake he just did, dropping a talaq to a wife as good and sincere as Tania.This man really regretted amazingly.

Regretting feeling that she had suffered so much for Tania all this time, and should have left her just like that, instead of having to add more weight to her.

Why is Mr Ammar's mind still sane this time?still have pity and forget about the treasure.

"I'm sorry Tan.I've done so much wrong all this time, I don't deserve to be your husband anymore, so God may send you the best soul mate" she said as she wiped her tears.

This man rose from his wailing, gulped his saliva roughly then circulated his gaze around his surroundings.

There was a feeling of relief because the burden of his mind was slightly reduced, dropping talak to the wife because she felt that she was no longer worthy of him.

Feeling like an irresponsible man, responsible for a pregnant wife, and fulfilling all her duties as a husband.

Mr. Ammar again gulped his mouth rough and then returned to his contract.

Chequek!

The door opened wide, this man entered without saying a greeting, threw his body just in the chair and looked at the living room ceiling.

"Mit, have you prepared, baby?let's go."

1 second.

2 seconds.

3 seconds.

1 minute.

There was no answer from Mita, finally Mr. Ammar chose to get up from the chair and walk to the room.

Chequek!

The door of the room opened wide, the woman he had been fighting for apparently was not in the room either.

"Where is he?" he softly as he combed the room"Has he left earlier?" his back is still the same position.

"Ah no! that's impossible" he muttered while shaking his head.

"We are you where dear," Ammar turned his back, then hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

"Ah shit!where's she?."

Mr. Ammar went through all parts of his contract, and he did not find also his favorite woman.there is a suspicious feeling if Mita has left him.

Mr. Ammar gulped his saliva rough, this man again walked into the room"Mita," cried Mr. Ammar after checking his closet clothes were empty.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Damn woman.

Craziest

Traitors.

******

Matres.

devils.

Swearing all over now coming out of his lips, this man is truly wrathful.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Again, Ammar vented his anger, hit the walls of the room repeatedly to make his hands bleed.

If this is the case, who else deserves to be wrong, right?

Leaving a halal wife then choosing to live with a woman who is not yet halal for her.

Has God shown His power?punishing this man as much as possible, could be.

God's promise is certain, isn't it? vengeance will be worth the deeds.

Mr. Ammar again gulped down his rough saliva, styling a heart that was bleeding.Gaze at his right hand that was filled with blood, his life was full of blood at this time.

But as a man, men are always required to be strong, right? mustn't complain and his shoulders must be as strong as steel.

This man slowly rose up, rose from his slump and stepped up to ensure his savings, the money he earned from a wife of 500 million.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Again the hands that are still bleeding are now back again stuck on the wall, money is still left 400 million has now been lost.

It feels like Mr. Ammar's eyes want to cry blood, crying because they have nothing more at this time.

Maybe he will feel like life again, living on the streets wearing tattered clothes, and then resting on his two hands to ask for mercy from others?.

Oh God! what punishment he had to accept after this, felt like the world wanted to cry out to a man who was dissatisfied with one woman only.

"Mita!" shouted Mr. Ammar as he clenched his hands and looked his head up into the sky.

Tears poured so hard and hands were filled with blood, and hearts were bleeding because of the damned woman.

If it meets him, it could be that Mr. Ammar threw his ugly ass to the east end.

Again, Mr. Ammar tried to strengthen himself, gather all his energy to face this world, looking for the existence of Mita to the point of its final blood.

"You will not be able to run from me Mita.to the ends of the world even if you run, then I will chase after you," she said as she slowly stepped on her feet.

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If you are in the position of Mr Ammar, what should you do?

Do you have to go after a woman who only wants treasure?or would you willingly prostrate at the feet of the wife, apologize, repent, and promise a better life than before?

To those of you who are still loyal to Author here, I thank you very much for your kindness.

Sorry if the writing is still loose, and hopefully in the future the Author can present the best novel.and all of course not far from the problems of life.

If there is a word that is far from perfect, please forgive!

Because the servant is just a human being, the son of a small farmer who has no higher education.

Eee sorry to confide in you, don't you, right?

Whatever it is you are the best for me.