Not Salihah's Wife
Punishment

“Ti-tdak anything Mas. I just ...”

“You sure?” randy asked, interrupting Hana's stammering speech.

Hana nodded while bowing her face. Worried, he was really worried that Akbar would come to see him and even meet Randy.

“Hana,” call Randy but the one called is still in his daydream. “Hana,” call Randy again in a rather high tone.

“Iya, Mas.”

“What's wrong with you? If indeed this has something to do with the disaster you are experiencing, you should consult a psychologist. There's a fellow lecturer friend of mine but he's a psychologist too, let me make an appointment with him.”

“Don't Mas, don't need.”

Randy looked at Hana while frowning his forehead.

“Hana, consultation with a psychologist does not mean you suffer from a psychiatric illness but you can convey what has been the burden of your mind so far and ..”.

“Mas, please. I don't need a psychologist. If Mas Randy can't help me with this wedding, please say talak.”

Randy massaged his forehead, not expecting his two wives to always easily ask for talaq.

“Yes already, I'm leaving. Well at home, maybe tomorrow you will I introduce to one of the managers cafe.”

“Iya, Mas.” Hana drove Randy to the car, after making sure the car her husband was driving past the fence she immediately entered the house. Open his phone and read a message that has been read at a glance.

“No, what is he to Jakarta.” for

...***...

“There's a damn thing, ask me to come quickly. We're on eleven o'clock Ra.”

Melly who just came has been babbling. How not, Amara contacted him to immediately come to the campus library.

“Udah is like a smart student, early in the morning already hanging out in the library,” said Melly.

“Temenin I'm Mel, I bete alone.”

“Yes also came early in the morning. Is there a problem, huh? Household issues, bed affairs or .. uh don't tell your husband you're cheating.” Melly spoke thinly and even in a somewhat screaming voice.

“You are, speaking of origin. if heard how?”

“Keep problems lo what?”

“No problem, just stay with the class until we start. Please, yes.”

Melly even contacted Juan, she did not want to feel bad luck in solidarity in her own friendship. The two then left the library for the cafeteria, waiting there until classes began.

During a break, Randy calls Amara but is ignored by the woman.

[We go home together, wait for me]

Randy sends a message and is again ignored by Amara.

“Better I go home alone,” muttered Amara.

Amara colleagues again discussed the KKN program that will be held after the semester exam.

“Can not if we ask in urban areas, I guess I can not if far from the crowds and malls. Especially if the area is difficult to signal,” complained Melly.

Finally the class today ended, Amara went home using an online motorcycle taxi. Arriving in front of the house, he saw a man who noticed the condition of the house.

“Sorry Mas, find who?” ask Amara after the ojeg is gone.

“Oh, no Mbak. I was looking for an address, but it seemed wrong. Mari Mbak,” said the man then left Amara who was still staring strangely.

The man was apparently driving a parked car a bit far away.

“Any, who the hell?”

Amara asked the workers at her home to make sure the fence remained locked, fearing that the man had malicious intentions.

“Amara, you're home?” hana asked when Amara was in the kitchen to fetch cold water.

“Hm.”

“I'm cooking goat gulai, you like it?” hana asked while stirring her cooking.

From the aroma is very appetizing, especially I am hungry, inner Amara.

“Currently cook this for Randy's mas. Said mutton can make a man's vitality better.”

Vitality she said, I think she's a woman who knows her perverts. Amara again felt the urge to hear Hana's words

“I don't like goats, fear the smell of goats,” says Amara. “Bik, make me dong instant noodles. Transfer to room Bik.”

“Amara, you didn't have dinner with us?” ask Hana.

“Ngak.” Amara hurried out of the kitchen.

Brakes.

Amara slammed the door of her room. Somehow his head was imagining how Randy was so aggressive with Hana.

“Quiet Amara, why do you also think about it. It is a consequence of having to share a husband like this,” muttered Amara.

Amara completely shies away from Randy. Deliberately go to bed early and wake up and leave for campus early too. Of course Randy wondered with his wife's attitude, when contacted Amara only answered as necessary.

“Huahh.” Amara yawns due to drowsiness. After waking up early and hurrying to leave for campus even though there is no lecture schedule and next week is a semester exam.

The woman walked past the still-deserted parking lot. Suddenly a hand pulled him and forced his way into the car.

“Pak Randy, what the heck.” Randy put a seatbelt on Amara's body.

“Shut!”

The man turned and entered through another door.

“Where are you going? I have a lecture,” Amara said as the car started to drive off campus.

“Be quiet, I know you're lying. Why do you avoid me?”

Amara refused to answer, choosing to look out the window.

“Where are we going?” amara asked as the car got further away from the campus and turned into the area of Randy's apartment they had previously occupied.

Randy is still tight-lipped, focused on his wheel parking the car in the basement.

“What are we here for?”

The car engine was dead, Randy removed the seat belt and took Amara down.

“Pak Randy,” call Amara while following her husband's steps.

Even in the elevator, Randy was still silent with all the questions and rants of Amara. Of course they're headed for Randy's apartment, but what Amara doesn't understand is why they're there.

“If Mr. Randy is still silent, I'm leaving,” threatened Amara.

After pressing the passcode to open the door, Randy grabs Amara's hand and invites her in and holds her on the couch while still standing in front of Amara.

“Say, why are you avoiding me these few days?”

“Who dodged, I was busy preparing for the test,” replied Amara and then cast his gaze in the other direction.

“Long, I know you bohog.”

“Ck, I just gave Mr. Randy and Hana a chance together. Than I think the strange better I ...”

“Dodging?”

Amara put her shoulder out.

“Hana to cook a goat gulai for Mr. Randy to do this in bed,” said Amara while giving his two thumbs in front of Randy.

Randy scrunched his forehead, indeed he enjoyed the cuisine that Amara said two days ago but nothing happened with him and Hana because it had agreed like that. In fact, he thinks of Amara who always avoids.

Randy laughed and made Amara growled and stood up.

“I want to go home. My schedule with Mr. Randy is tomorrow.”

“And today, is my free day. All I want is you,” whispered Randy and hugged Amara.

“Pak Randy ...”

“Sttt.”

Randy took his wife to the room they had previously occupied. The man replies to what Amara did for ignoring and avoiding her. Amara can only surrender and receive punishment, punishment for doing fun activities.