Divorced my spoiled husband

Divorced my spoiled husband

akinachen62

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Mosa (25 years) is married to Roni (35 years). According to Mosa, age has nothing to do with maturity. Roni, who is much older than Mosa, can't be independent, and can't take decisions without his mother's intervention. Roni always obeys her mother. What is the next story of Mosa?

Divorced my spoiled husband Chapter 1 Sweet Attitude

"Ron, why are you so cold to me?" Mosa asked her husband. They just married, but I don't know what made Roni so cold to Mosa.

Roni just died for his wife. He just turned around without saying a word.

Netra Mosa is dewy. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. They got married yesterday, but Roni's cold attitude was so evident.

Mosa asked as if she was not considered a wife. Let alone do the first night, not touch it.

Roni went to her mother's house, which was near theirs.

Mosa only watched the movements of the man who married her yesterday. Which wife's heart can be treated like that?

Mosa thought that marriage would make her life more colorful, having a companion and living together.

The afternoon before Roni returned home. He saw Mosa sobbing in his room. "What's wrong with you?" asked Roni as he sat on the bed next to Mosa.

"You should have answered my question, Ron. Why are you being cold towards me? Am I not your wife?" Mosa's voice by wiping the tears that were no longer contained.

"I married you out of pity. Seeing your broken family," said Roni flatly.

Mosa glared at Roni, "Then you treat me like now it will give me happiness. Why don't you cancel it if you don't love me?" Mosa felt sorry for Roni's answer, so she cut his heart, but she couldn't do much.

"Because you asked me not to cancel if in my heart I left you before the wedding," added Roni.

Roni's answer made Mosa's heart hurt even more. It's so hard to live a marriage just because of pity. But that's no reason to end it.

"Then how is our marriage? You are already my husband. And you are responsible for me," Mosa's sobs decreased. She just made sure that Roni could be someone she trusted.

"You don't have to worry that I will provide for you. I did become your husband, but you need to remember that I married you out of pity. So don't expect more!" Roni left the room and took his lunch.

Mosa is following Roni. She still wants to serve Roni well even though her husband has hurt her heart.

"You don't have to bother preparing my needs. I can do it myself," said Roni.

Mosa stopped walking. She went back to her room. She didn't want her to cry to be heard at her father-in-law's house.

Roni's house and his mother's are very close. Only about 5 meters away. Even in the kitchen can see each other's activities.

Mosa is still in shock. She didn't expect her marriage to turn out like this. But she didn't want to linger in Mosa's room to go out to clean up the house he now lives with Roni.

The house belonged to Roni and was built several years ago. So, Mosa only needs to enter.

Mosa worked quickly, but after finishing it, he was confused about what to do-seeing Roni, who had been dominant in his mother's house-made Mosa, feel lonely.

Mosa finally took the initiative to visit his father-in-law's house and see what Roni was doing there.

"Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, enter Mosa!" said Sarni, Mosa's mother-in-law.

"Okay, ma'am," without saying much, Mosa came in and sat in the living room. There Roni was having fun lying down. Seeing Mosa coming, Roni immediately sat down

Mosa noticed that his mother-in-law was busy talking to Roni and Karno, Mosa's father-in-law.

"So when do you start work?" Sarni asked Roni.

"Tomorrow, ma'am, what are you doing at home for a long time? You're also bored," answered Roni while playing with her cellphone

Roni works as a distributor of red and white onions. The warehouse he owns is not far from his house. But several times, he had to check directly, so he sometimes didn't come home because he had to stay overnight.

"Yes, it's up to you," said Sarni flatly. "Then when did you start working?" Sarni asked Mosa.

"Oh, I'm three days away," replied Mosa awkwardly. The atmosphere at the in-laws' house-made Mosa a little awkward-especially Roni's icy attitude. Mosa didn't say much unless asked.

Until the late afternoon, Sarni finally ordered her son and daughter-in-law to go home. According to her, Mosa was walking behind Roni.

Arriving at the house, Roni rushed to get a towel and went into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Mosa prepares hot tea to give to Roni.

After Roni exited the bathroom, she noticed the tea on the dining table. "Who's that for?" he asked.

"For you, Ron," answered Mosa enthusiastically. He hoped Roni would drink the tea he made.

"Just drink. I don't want to. I told you I can take care of myself. So you don't have to act like a good wife," said Roni curtly. He didn't realize that his words made Mosa's tears fall without making a sound.

Mosa could not answer her husband's words. She just looked at the cup of hot tea on the dining table.

After Roni left him, he didn't know where he was going, but he didn't care about Mosa's feelings.

Mosa seemed to want to scream. How could their wedding just yesterday turn out to be like this? So sick she felt.

Mosa didn't want to tell his mother. She was worried that her mother would worry and think about him.

While waiting for her husband to come home, Mosa cleaned up. Then try to decorate yourself to welcome Roni's presence. She waited until late, but Roni did not come home.

Not long after, there was the sound of the door opening.

Check.

Mosa, who had not slept, approached Roni, who had just arrived. "Where have you been, Ron?"

"From the mosque, anyways. Why, if I go to the mosque, it's not bad."

Mosa was stunned. She felt neglected entirely. Roni is indeed diligent in going to the mosque to attend congregational prayers. That makes Mosa sure that Roni can be a good priest when married.

Following Roni, who entered Mosa's room, she tried to get up the courage to ask, "Ron, I think a person who is diligent in worship will be able to treat his wife well. But you..."

Not finished, Mosa said. Roni cut him off, "You feel I ever hit you? I know it's domestic violence. Then you can sue me."

Mosa was furious to hear Roni's words. "Then why did you ask if you wanted to continue the relationship with you or not? Didn't you ask? Then I answered yes. Then you introduced me to your sis and next week your parents. Ron, what do you say? You are a man. You should be wiser in doing everything!"

Brak.

Roni pounded the table in the room.

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