Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 14

Fatimah turned her body looking resentfully at the husband who interfered with her conversation with the son.

“What do you mean say that, sir?” fatimah was upset with her husband.

“Let a woman ******that's looking for money by selling yourself. Shame our family,” said Mr. Arif did not like the son-in-law.

“Pak, watch what you say!” fatimah said increasingly annoyed with the words of the husband.

“Buk, you should have told this son of yours to divorce that woman jal*ng,” said Ari increasingly so-so.

Arif seems to hate his son-in-law a lot, not even if he wants to see Dimas make up with his wife.

“Dimas, don't listen to your father's babble. You have to talk about your problem with Fitri as soon as possible, I do not want to see Fitri tortured living here,” said Fatimah.

Fatimah stood up from her seat, she stared intently at her husband who had different opinions with her.

“You, Sir. If anything happens in the household of our son, then the first person I will blame you, sir,” said Fatimah.

The middle-aged woman stepped away from Dimas and the husband, and she was sick of arguing with the father and the child.

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Two weeks passed, Diska was still writing a novel on one of the platforms, coincidentally the novel he wrote was in accordance with the theme of the race at the event being held by the platform.

Fitri put the novel into the work of the race, therefore many readers who glanced at his writing so that the novel was easily contracted by the platform.

In two weeks Fitri has earned money of five hundred thousand more, he is increasingly eager to write novels.

The mother of one child deliberately did not tell this to the husband, especially lately the husband rarely went home. Fitri Dimas sleeps at his parents' house. So, he did not take a headache with the attitude of the husband.

The woman was getting used to the absence of her husband in their sure rented house, Fitri always provided food for Dimas if her husband came home and wanted to eat.

Fitri is also still faithful to do homework including washing her husband's clothes, occasionally Dimas asked for his rations, Fitri still carry out his obligations as a wife.

As a wife Fitri was saddened by her husband's treatment, but while there was still a bond between her and Dimas, she would still do what she should.

One night, after writing an episode of her novel, Fitri lays her body on a mattress where Rasya has been sleeping.

Dor dor dor's.

The sound of the house door in the gesor was heard violently. Fitri who had just closed her eyes woke up, she got up and stepped to open the door of the house.

“How long was it?” ask Dimas ketus.

“Sorry, Bang. I just fell asleep,” replied Fitri.

When he entered the house, he immediately locked the door and pushed Fitri's body until Fitri fell to the floor. Dimas pulled his wife's clothes and forced her to serve him.

Dimas let go of his passion violently on the wife until Fitri felt pain in the int*mnya. After that Dimas also left Fitri, he did not pay attention to the pain that is now felt by the wife.

Dimas was about to open the door of the house he intended to leave again.

“Bang,“lirih Fitri calls her husband.

Dimas stopped his steps.

“What's up?” ask Dimas ketus.

“Bang, where are you going?” ask Fitri.

“That's none of your business!” snapped Dimas.

Dimas no longer ignored Fitri's call he passed and left the house.

“Bang, help me,” isak Fitri who increasingly feel pain.

Fitri cried in the wound that her husband had cut on her.

Fitri was also unconscious, because she was drained of blood that kept coming out of her int*m section. When Rasya woke up he was afraid to see his mother who was unconscious and drenched in blood all over his body.

One of the residents heard Rasya's screams as he passed in front of Fitri's rented house.

“Backup!” yell Rasya again.

“Eh, Mr Syamsul heard Rasya's voice crying?” tanya Bu Siti stopped the steps of Mr. Syamsul who also passed in front of Fitri's house.

“Eh, yes. What happened to the boy?” ask Mr. Syamsul curious.

The two of them stepped closer to Fitri's rented house, the house still tightly closed. Mr. Syamsul tried to peek from the gap in the wall of the house.

“Astaghfirullah, Lady Siti. Let's quickly help,” said Mr. Syamsul panicked.

The man who was almost the same age as Fitri's father-in-law was trying to push the door of the house by force so that he could enter see the current condition of Fitri.

“Astaghfirullah,” screamed Bu Siti panicked when she saw Fitri lying unconscious.

“Nek, please Mother,” whine Rasya anxious.

The little girl could only cry while whining.

“Iya, Son. Wait a minute, yes,” he said trying to calm Rasya.

Mr. Syamsul directly check the condition of Fitri.’

“He is still alive, we have to take him to the hospital,” Syamsul said.

Mr. Syamsul immediately confronted a pick-up car belonging to his neighbor, he informed the current state of Fitri to his neighbor.

They rushed into Fitri's house and lifted Fitri's body which is now filled with blood to the pick up car. They took Fitri to the hospital.

“Bu Siti quickly bring Rasya and tell Pak Arif and Bu Fatimah the current state of Fitri,”, said Mr. Syamsul before they leave for the hospital.

“Mother! Hiks hiks,” isak Rasya continues to sound along the way.

Bu Siti carried Rasya because she felt sorry for the little girl.

“Mother! Hiks hiks.”

Ms. Siti could not silence Rasya she let the girl cry until she finally reached the house of Fitri in-laws.

“Grandma,” shouted Rasya.

The little girl asked to get down from Bu Siti's sling and ran into her grandmother's arms.

“What's up, Honey?” fatimah asked astonished to see her granddaughter crying hysterically.

“Bu Fatimah, Fitri, Buk. Fitri fainted at his house in a state of anxiety, his body drenched in blood,” said Siti explained the condition of Fitri as what she saw earlier.

“Astaghfirullah,” cry Bu Fatimah panic.

“Then where is my son-in-law, Buk?” ask Fatimah to Miss Siti.

“Fitri has been taken by Mr. Syamsul and Mr. Budi to the nearest hospital,” replied Bu Siti.

“Dimas! Dimas!” call Miss Fatimah.

Dimas did not negate the call of the mother because she was currently in her room.

Seeing her son who never came, Fatimah mother stepped into the room Dimas, she was annoyed to see her son who was now sleeping soundly in a crucial time like this.

“Dimas! Wake up!” fatimah.

“What's the matter, Bu?” tanya Dimas was disturbed.

“Your wife is dying!” fatimah shouted in panic.

Seriate…