"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 14

There are many ways to enjoy a piece of life when you are being stabbed by a sad dagger, one of which is by translating many things that decorate the world in unusual ways.

When you see clouds in the sky, when you listen to tired faces coming home from work, when you listen to the water container that makes a mark on the ceiling of the room, the, with a different understanding, you will feel something different. Providing complete happiness is rarely realized on the meaning of second by second life.

After lunch, Humairah asked for permission to bring her childhood memory box to take home.

The heart-lined necklace recognized by Aini's mother and Ihsan's father was hers when she was a child as well she wore as a sweetener of her neck, especially Humairah was happy to see the memories of her birth mother's father's photo of the necklace.

"We have arrived miss," said the driver of the online taxi that Humairah was riding at this time, his daydream was scrapped when he realized he had arrived in front of the fence of his house.

"Oh, yes, thank you..."

After paying according to the application rate, Humairah opens the fence and immediately enters the house when the time has shown noon.

The reverberating Adhan was heard from a mosque called Al-hidayah which stood firmly in the housing complex that Humairah currently occupies, indicating the time Dzuhur had entered.

Humairah massaged his tired neck, he put his bag and cell phone in the room, before performing the obligation of prayer Humairah moved to the kitchen to open a bushel that he brought from his mother's house earlier.

His smile expands when he sees the traditional cakes he and his mother made to celebrate his birthday this morning.

Humairah sat on a chair and ate another sweet cake made of glutinous flour filled with coconut milk and wrapped in young banana leaves, people say the name is bugis cake, I don't know Humairah liked this food since he was a child, so he was very happy, aini's mom is good at making cakes.

After feeling enough Humairah back to the room, shower and perform the prayer dzuhur. Still wearing face, Humairah again touched his neck, he took off the necklace again and looked at the photo that filled every room of the heart pendant.

Humairah tried to remember who his father was, the face was more familiar in his memory, but Humairah very difficult to remember who it was, even though he felt he had not seen the man for long. Humairah was curious, was his father really still alive?

Because it was too pushy, he became dizzy immediately hearing the ringing of his phone on the nightstand.

Humairah was unable to stand due to the dizziness in his head at this time, he suddenly recalled a shadow of the past, but it was not clear just a piece, just a piece, the memory came like a blitz lamp that lived and died, lived again and died again and so on until Humairah groaned in pain on his head.

The woman was crying, her face was sweating until she tried to neutralize this situation by breathing, she let her body sit for a moment and closed her eyes trying to calm down.

Until it does not feel Humairah asleep alone on the bed.

Until the ringing sound of his cellphone woke him up earlier, Humairah rubbed his eyes then he realized, he glanced at the cellphone whose name was listed there in the following the sound of a door blow so strong, he glanced at the phone, Humairah became anxious until he did not have time to receive a call from Alif.

Humairah rushed out of the room and opened the door, not yet he saw clearly who came, even his body was surprised when he got a sudden hug.

"Mas Alif?" Humairah who glimpsed with surprise.

"Humirah, why haven't you opened the door since? You why? You didn't take any calls from me, either?" cerca Alif with many questions, she holds the face of Humairah who still wears the face. The man's face looked worried.

Humairah immediately shook his head, "I slept mas, sorry."

"Huh.... You're making me anxious" Alif hugged her again.

"Let's go in first and not in the doorway!" Humairah took off her hug and grabbed her husband's hand to enter.

"Let's wait a minute, I'll put this face first" said Humairah leaving Alif to his room while opening the face that he was wearing the dzuhur prayer earlier.

He saw that the clock on the wall had shown at three in the afternoon, Humairah did not think he could fall asleep for that long.

After turning pure, Humairah tidied her hair that she sped up using a skewer of Korean konde, Alif hugged her from behind, kissing her first wife's neck gently.

"Mass?" Humairah turned body.

"I miss you" replied Alif reaching for his lips without feeling stale.

Long kissing, making Humairah lack of oxygen to breathe, Alif took it off with a sweet smile of a husband. Humor becomes astonished.

"I'll stay here."

Alif nodded, "Yes, do you mind?"

"Mas Alif said what? Of course I'm glad my husband came home after all the full moon has forgotten me" Humairah replied in a satirical tone.

"You're insinuating me?"

"Mas feeling offended? All right, I'm just kidding... Want some tea or coffee?"

Alif shook his head, "I want to lock you up here," replied Alif who grabbed his waist until their body was perfectly attached, he reached again his wife's lips, this time there was no mercy until they reached the bed.

"Mas Alif, isn't this too rushed? I'm not running, it's still afternoon."

Alif chuckled, "Not having to wait for night to touch my wife is it? I miss you Humairah."

Alif stroked that beautiful face gently. Humairah became complacent, he did not want to remember that there are actually other women who also get the same treatment or maybe sweeter than this.

Of course Humairah will serve her husband well, that's one of her duties as a wife whether it's a wife to how many.

Humairah received all the sweet treatment of Alif that afternoon, serving her husband in bed before sunset. Sweet of course Alif games are always sweet if in bed, they combine love with the rays of afternoon sunlight that burst behind the curtains of the room window facing west.

"Don't berkb, I want a child."

Alif's words when they finished the game by hugging each other under a thin blanket on a king-size bed was able to make Humairah feel amused in his stomach, he did not expect Alif would say like that.

"really? Mas Alif wants a child from me?" asked Humairah as if he could not believe it.

"I want a child of course."

"You mean the son of both of us?"

Alif looked at Humairah after aligning their faces.

"I'm talking about us."

"Did Alif come here because of a fight with Aisha's sister?"

Alif shook his head, "Syasya went training outside the city, so I'll come back here as long as she's there."

The speech seemed to turn into a dagger that stuck into his heart without permission, just as Alif's stopover as long as the woman he loved was outside the city.

"Oooohhhh is that so?" Humairah could not say anymore, at first he thought the return of the husband was deliberate by Alif because it would be fair to him as the first wife but it was not.

Humairah got up, Alif held him down.

"Where are you going?"

"You take a bath, it's in ashar time."

"Wedding together?"

"Buck...." Humairah looked at Alif with a lazy face, not not lazy but a little disappointed at the reason why Alif came back there.

Alif likes Humairah's spoiled whimper, he catches the tiny body again to fit in the blanket again.

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