Patience of the Heart Wulan
Chapter 03_Black roses?

A drop of tears fell down her cheek. Wulan increasingly bristled to see the husband who had behaved indifferently to him. She looked at the whole room that seemed very quiet and empty, even though there was Damar, but she felt as if she could only see the body of her husband, but not with her heart. Wulan felt that Damar's heart was not here, in her husband's body.

Suppose you know how I feel, Damar. Maybe you still hurt my feelings. Don't you realize that my heart is sincere and pure to you, only to you my husband.

Wulan rubbed her distended stomach.

Always be patient, Mama is sure. Your father will never leave us. Your father loved you very much and loved you.

Wulan looked at the clothes Damar originally wore for work scattered in front of the bathroom. For a few days now, Damar did not put it in a basket of dirty clothes. Damar was very anti with clothes scattered. With great difficulty, Wulan felt hard to kneel while holding her large belly, and then picking up her husband's clothes.

Wife is not babu, but sometimes a wife should do her duty as a wife.

All of Damar's clothes had been taken and were now in his arms. With great difficulty, Wulan stood up again, but when her net looked at the floor, she was surprised by a black rose petal on the floor where Damar's dirty clothes were.

"Black roses?" mumbled wailing.

Wulan's gaze turned to look at Damar who had fallen asleep. He dismissed the prejudice.

"It could be that this black rose petal was blown off the wind and stuck to Damar's shirt. After all, my husband has worked hard to provide for my life, I should not be suspicious of him."

Wulan picked up a rose petal that was only a seed, then threw it into the trash can located next to the bathroom. Then put Damar's clothes in a basket of dirty clothes.

Wulan did not go to sleep, even though it was late at night. He was determined to calm his heart that is troubled so as not to arise into disappointment and heartache towards the attitude of Damar these days.

After ablution, Wulan held a prayer mat and wore a mukenah, then performed hajat prayers. After that, he put his hands behind his face.

Her tears rolled back down her cheeks and then fell to wet her face. Wulan realized that perhaps every day, month and year the human heart would change. But why so quickly her husband who used to be gentle and loving, now another.

"O Allah, when You leave this love to me, I cannot deny the love that comes. I can't choose who I fall in love with, either,"

Wulan paused her speech in a thread of prayer, she let out a long sigh. His crying was more unstoppable, but as much as possible he could bear so as not to become a sob.

"And when the time comes You test what You have given me. To test this love that You have entrusted, to test the scales of my love for You and the love for my mortal lover. When You test how strong this bond of love is, and perhaps You will bring other loves. The servant merely ascertains how strong the love You have placed on me has not diminished in strength. Will your sincere servant be taken from me when the time comes?"

It felt increasingly heated, his heart was becoming increasingly incarnated into an inaudible scream. Adding to her tears, Wulan bit her lower lip so as not to cause a tight stuffing.

Then read the closing thread of his prayer. *"Hasbunallah Wanikmal Vice-Nikmal Maula Wanikman Nasir."

*{That means: Sufficient is Allah as a place of self for us, the best protector and the best helper of us.}

Wulan rubbed her face with her palm covered with face.

Then move from the top of the prayer mat, remove and fold the mucena then the alphabet. And put it on the table. His eyes looked at Damar who was still sound asleep.

Don't be sad just because Mom is crying, Mom is okay, baby. You must love your father.

Wulan smiled blandly, she walked over to the bed and slowly laid her body against the back of the husband who was on her back. Slowly Wulan reached out his hand hugging Damar from behind.

In his sleep Damar felt coolness and calmness, he then turned around and embraced Wulan and kissed his wife's forehead. At first glance Damar opened his eyes, he was like seeing Wulan emitting bright rays like the dawn sun.

"My lady..." Damar closed his eyes, twitching the two women. However, in Damar's dream a woman who for a week is shadowing his mind appears.

Wulan was stunned to hear Damar's voice like this. She buried her face in the chest of her husband's field. Slowly he asked, "What really happened?"

Half of his consciousness, Damar hugged Wulan tightly. He rubbed Wulan's hair with a very gentle hand gesture.

"There is a woman who has taken me captive, you must set me free." murmured Damar lirih almost like a whisper.

In Damar's arms, Wulan felt the same calm as a week ago. However, hearing Damar's voice as if there was a black thread ensnaring her husband, Wulan guessed that something must be wrong.

A lady? Whose woman?

Wulan scrunched her forehead.

"What should I do?" Wulan asked in a soft voice. Instead of getting an answer, Damar snapped at him.

"Don't disturb my sleep!" he exclaimed Damar, then threw out Wulan's hand which hugged his waist, and turned his back to Wulan.

Athaghfirullah!

Wulan was quite surprised to hear Damar's voice suddenly turn violent. He looked at the husband's back.

Wulan could not fall asleep, she kept staring at Damar. What can she do, who is controlling her husband? if only Damar had said what he meant just now.

The goal of drowsiness came, slowly Wulan closed his eyes and did not forget to read the bedtime prayer. Wish to be avoided from nightmares.

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Outside the house a woman wearing a black hood circled the house of Damar, by reciting a spell he obtained from a famous shaman with a study of pellets that could lure someone who became his target.

Black shadows began to float, had difficulty when going to enter the house Damar. Because someone is performing worship very solemnly. But before long, then the black shadow managed to enter the house, precisely in the room Damar and Wulan.

"Come in, blow the test of this pellet over Damar's face. So that he may be remembered by me. Hating his wife. Come in and bring Damar before me." said the woman in black hood to the black shadow that floated before her like thick smoke rising high.

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