Chapter 4

When Aisyah had just finished selling, she was about to go home, but when she passed a small park near the plantation, the woman squinted when she saw someone she knew.

"Oh, that's not Mas Andre, right? But, who is the woman next to him? Why is Mas Andre embracing her?" Aisyah muttered confusedly.

Then Aisyah walked over after parking her bicycle. As her steps got closer to the chair occupied by the two people, it was true that that person was her husband.

Her chest suddenly hurt a lot when she saw her husband embracing a woman intimately.

"Mr Andre!" Aisyah snapped for the first time.

Andre looked behind him, and it turned out it was Aisyah. The man was very surprised, while the woman beside him just smiled sarcastically as she leaned her head on Andre's sturdy shoulder and her hand clung to the man's arm.

"Aisyah," said Andre quietly.

"Who is he, Mas? Why are you even embracing him? He's not your muhrim, Mas!" Aisyah said with a slightly raised intonation while pointing at the woman who was none other than Putri

"He---"

"I am Putri, Mas Andre's future wife." The woman interrupted Andre's words, making the man look at her.

"Why should you be afraid, bro? Just let her know everything. After all, everyone in the village already knows that it's not our relationship. Besides, seeing your wife ugly, grumpy, dull like that. No wonder you don't feel at home," he said. Putri insulted Aisyah in a tone.

Hearing the woman's words, Aisyah shook her head. Her chest felt so tight and painful, she looked at Andre but the man didn't mind being embraced by the woman at all.

"Tell me, bro! What he said was a lie, right? You're not cheating behind my back, are you, bro?" Aisyah asked to confirm.

"So what? I love Putri, and we love each other. So there's nothing wrong with Jami being together. Besides, what Putri said is true. You are ugly and dull, see how you look like a 40 year old mother?" Andre teased while embracing Putri's waist.

Aisyah immediately approached her husband, then she grabbed Andre's arm roughly, releasing Putri's grip on her husband's arm.

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Aisyah slightly pushed Putri's body away from her husband. However, the woman used this opportunity, she threw her body to the ground.

"Aawh! Oh bro, your wife is so rude. She pushed me!" Putri groaned while holding her arm.

Andre, who saw this, immediately helped Putri to get up, then he glared at Aisyah, then the man slapped her so hard that the corner of Aisyah's lips bled.

PLAQUE!

"How dare you, push Putri! Don't you know, she is even more expensive than you. She is more valuable. You are like a pebble, while she is a diamond!" Andre snapped.

"Never mind, bro, let's just get out of here! Instead of him harming me again." Putri asked with a pitiful face, but her smile grinned at Aisyah.

Andre took Putri's hand, then left Aisyah in the park. And Putri, who saw this, smiled mockingly at Aisyah, then she moved her hands behind her, placing her thumbs pointing downwards.

Aisyah, who saw this, could only grip her robe tightly. The slap she received from her husband didn't even feel it because her heart was currently very painful.

The insults, abuse and insults that she received every day from Andre and his mother were not comparable to the pain of finding out that the husband she trusted, whom she respected all this time, had betrayed her sacred love.

The woman sat in a chair sobbing uncontrollably. He did not expect that his household would suffer this much.

"Why, O Allah? Why did you give me such a difficult trial? I might be able to accept every insult and insult from them, as well as from the residents in this village, but not when I saw my husband cheating on me with another woman. Why did you make my life worse? "It's getting more chaotic, O Allah? Is there no happiness for me," said Aisyah in a low voice.

Even his voice faltered, because just getting out a word felt like it was stuck in his throat. Because the pain in her heart right now made Aisyah speechless.

Only tears represented the feelings of the veiled woman, until she didn't realize that from a distance there was someone watching her movements.

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Aisyah felt much better when she faced the Creator and poured out everything that was in her heart. Because there is no place for Aisyah to take shelter and pour out all her complaints except to Allah.

In the afternoon at around 17.40, Andre went home. Aisyah, who saw this, immediately made coffee and put it on the table.

"Here, Mas, I made coffee for you," said Aisyah gently. However, Andre immediately threw the coffee until it scattered on the floor.

PRANG!

"Aaah!" Aisyah screamed in surprise when she saw her husband's reaction.

"You don't need to act nice. Because you already know about my and Putri's relationship, so I will tell you that in two weeks she and I will marry her."

Aisyah was of course very shocked when she heard her husband's words. He didn't expect that Andre and this woman were very serious about their relationship.

"What! Are you sure you want to marry her?" Aisha asked.

He tried hard to hold back the tears that were ready to escape from the woman's two beautiful eyes, but he couldn't hold them back, still the deep pain radiated in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm very sure, and agree or not, I will still marry her. I will never ask for permission from you, because who are you? You are nobody, just a wife who lives with me." Andre said as he got up from his seat, then he left Aisyah while nudging the woman's shoulder causing her to fall to the floor.

Aisyah immediately got up and immediately followed Andre into the room. The woman wanted to confirm the man's decision.

"Sir, I want to ask one more time, are you sure you want to marry her?"

Andre, who was taking off his clothes, suddenly glared sharply, then he threw the clothes in any direction.

"I already told you, I don't have to ask your permission, because I will still marry the Princess, you understand!" Andre snapped, then he went into the bathroom.

Aisyah's body suddenly fell to the floor. She knew that in Islam men could have more than one wife, but of course her heart still felt tight when she remembered that she had to share a husband, especially since Andre had cheated on her.

'Why does it hurt so much, O Allah? I try to be sincere, but why can't this heart? Please strengthen me, O Allah, to undergo all your tests,' thought Aisyah as she hit her chest which felt so tight.

When he was lamenting his sad fate, suddenly a shrill voice pierced his ears.

"Aisha!" Ms. Lisa shouted from outside the room, and her tone sounded like someone who was emotional.

CONTINUED.....