"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 18

The most expensive motorsport in Indonesia is the RC213V-S. This Mogue can be said to be a replica motorcycle from Honda's motorbike in Motogp, the RC213V. The engine specifications are not much different.

As a MotoGp fan, Alif wanted a moge that entered the homeland in limited numbers, how not special this moge was the target of Alif long ago but he was a step late from his best friend Daffa.

Although Alif fans Rossi who is a Yamaha rider, but he also assesses the motorbike that became the vehicle Marc Marquez cram the world's largest track.

Daffalah who first get a motorbike with a price range that reaches 7 to 9 billion when entering Indonesia, of course he also competes with the lovers of large motorcycles of terrible power.

Alif fell silent again when Daffa immediately gave him an attractive offer just because of a woman.

They were sitting opposite each other in a cafe, coffee that the waiter had served had not been touched at all since.

"How's it?" ask Daffa again.

"I didn't think you really wanted it to even take the bike off for me" Alif said, staring at Daffa in astonishment.

How not, just because of a woman he had married almost four months ago. The beautiful and perfect woman has captured the heart of her best friend at this time, Daffa gave up the billions of dollars worth of motorsport to her with just a word of talak from Alif.

Daffa bought the motorcycle using money not using leaves, not by way of slimming. The man bought it with cash.

That means Daffa does not play around with Humairah, is not it a good sign if he releases Humairah later there will be a man who is much better than him.

"That motorbike is nothing to me compared to having someone like Humairah, I will take care of it, I'm not playing around, I hope you accept my offer!"

Alif could not take it for granted when his heart felt strange about all this.

"Sorry Daffa, I haven't decided yet. Humairah my wife, I'll consider this well."

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Alif felt quite offended by Daffa's offer, not to mention Aisyah also continued to urge him with various reasons that seemed reasonable.

Alif wanted the bike, but not by swapping Humairah, after all their marriage was legitimate was not a game that could be made betting on something.

Alif accidentally turned off his phone, he was driving towards his first wife Humairah's house. Lucky tonight Aisyah was at her parents' house, she even ignored Aisyah who had contacted her since told her to follow her there.

In the room, illuminated by the dim light Humairah was just about to close his laptop. As usual he just finished working on chapter by chapter the final task of his script.

The beautiful woman's forehead shriveled when she heard that a car had entered the fence. Humairah immediately got up and went out of the room after believing it was her husband Alif.

Just now Alif wants to knock on the door, Humairah turned out to open the door first.

For a moment Alif was stunned, Humairah greeted him with a sweet smile, shook his hand and pulled it slowly to get inside the house.

"Mas alif," said Humairah once again as he flicked his fingers in front of the face and eyes of the dreamy man.

"Humaha."

Alif hugged his first wife tightly, there was a feeling of calm there.

"Mas Alif, what's wrong?" ask Humairah astonished.

Alif shook his head, "I'll stay here, do you mind?" ask Alif ambigu.

Humairah smiled before replying, "Why ask like that? You're free whenever you want to come home."

"What about?" Humairah smile.

"What you see in the office" replied Alif embarrassed.

"I'm just jealous, you don't even seem to know me when I'm at the office" Humairah said.

"I'm sorry."

"Come forget it, are you hungry? Did you eat before you got here?" Tanya Humairah switched the conversation.

"No, do you cook? I want to eat with you."

"Really? This rarely happens to Alif. Come on, I'll cook for my husband who rarely comes home, anything for you!" replied Humairah taking Alif walking hand in hand towards the kitchen, the woman looked at her husband with a happy face.

"Are you going to keep insinuating me?"

Humairah chuckled as she replied, "I'm just kidding, don't think about it."

Alif smiled, Humairah looked at him again with a clear black net that exuded love there. Alif was stunned how his wife welcomed him with a spacious heart.

Humairah pushed her husband's body slowly to sit on one of the dining table chairs. Alif just according without many words.

Alif did not stop looking at another-looking Humairah tonight, I don't know his eyes were so reluctant to stare other than Humairah.

"Alright, I happened to be shopping earlier so many stocks of foodstuffs that can be cooked, mas Alif want me to make what?"

Alif did not answer but wrapped his hands around the slender waist of the wife so as not to move away, but this man still felt at home a thousand languages.

"Mas Alif wants to eat my cooking or eat his people?" seductive Humairah while kissing the man's cheek.

"Both if you can" replied Alif grabbed Humairah's face and kissed her lips long enough.

Humairah stopped Alif, "Aren't you hungry?" ask Humairah again.

Alif chuckled, "Alright, cook whatever you can I'll definitely eat it."

Almost half an hour passed, Humairah prepared her husband's dinner painstakingly after cooking.

Alif did not cut off his eye contact to Humairah who was pouring drinking water for him, that beautiful face, once in a while Humairah returned her gaze with a sincere smile.

Serving wholeheartedly, there Alif also felt evil for a short time, he ignored Humairah all this time, rejecting the love of the perfect woman outside in it, Alif teruhuh, Alif, his heart ached to see that smile that seemed not to fade since he came earlier.

Alif felt the injustice he had done to his first wife, would he be able to hurt women as well as Humairah any longer? The answer was Daffa and Ayesha, the two men had already shown the way so that his first wife was not dissolved in the wound he had scratched.

Accepting Daffa's offer never hurts, doesn't he believe the man can be even better than himself in being responsible for the Humairah later.

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Let's cus still be quiet...

"The 1 billionth girl belongs to the young master"