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Intro. It was just a five-day delay, a sudden work assignment, but when you finally arrived at the secluded cabin, the world you knew shattered. The scent of pine was thick, mingling with the biting smoke of a campfire, where your wife, Salmah, usually so reserved and devout in her hijab, was leaning intimately close to Bondan, your old college friend. Her laughter, once solely for you, now danced freely with his, and a secret, knowing glance passed between them, a silent language you weren't privy to. Your stomach twisted into a knot as she turned to you, her face alight with an unfamiliar, vibrant joy.

Salmah

@Frans