"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 2

Humairah paled as he saw some people entering room A where the apprentice students were now.

They were gathered to get an official welcome from the company owner, because last week the CEO had not taken the time to this meeting, also attended several purple campus guidance lecturers there.

"Death to me, that master really isn't a random person. How'this? okay calm Mairah, that was just a misunderstanding"

Humairah muttered a little while breathing, he became anxious himself when he realized that he was sitting in the front seat.

The girl did not tell Lola who was beside her, leaving Lola confused to read Mairah's current expression.

"You why Mairah? I noticed you looked tense"

"Yes, I feel like my life is on the edge right now, I'm having a silly incident in the toilet, I hit a guy for no reason"

"What's? hey what did you say?" Repeat Lola again.

"I thought he was peeking at me pee, didn't know I was the wrong one in the men's room"

"Hhhfffff, then what does that have to do with your life on the edge? it's usually stupid, I also go wrong in the toilet"

Lola closed her mouth wanting to laugh.

"Do you know who that guy is?"

"How do I know, Mairah don't twist! you're the one who's having why ask me, you weirdo"

"I'm not done talking yet" Humairah pinched her best friend's arm.

"Then?" Lola rubbed her arm in pain.

"He's the one" Humairah replied as she pointed silently with the tail of her eyes at one of the men who had just sat on the chair before them.

"Which one? there are three men, who did you hit?" asked Lola giggled amusedly.

"That's the most handsome man" Humairah pointed again.

"Huhhhh? whats? mr. Alif you mean?"

"You know him?"

"Mairaaaaaahhh, he's the CEO of our internship office you don't know?"

Humairah shook his head slowly, he bit his lower lip in fear.

"Oh my God, I think you need a picnic Mairah"

"Lola, what if he complained to the lecturer, look at them whispering right now"

Humairah saw the man he hit earlier seemed to talk whispering with one of the lecturers of Humairah's guidance.

"If he's a good leader, he'll forgive me for my new son yesterday afternoon. Giving a good rebuke will make it more charismatic"

Lola stared at the CEO for a long time.

"Well, is it Lola? he's not a real man if he's complaining about just a little thing like this isn't he?"

Lola looked at her best friend again.

"I didn't interfere," answered Lola innocently.

One week later from the ridiculous incident of the male toilet, a grateful Humairah only got a good reprimand by the owner of the company where his current internship.

There are no sanctions because Alif feels Humairah is a freshman apprentice there because of course not familiar with the ins and outs of the office including the layout of male and female toilets.

The girl did her job and studied well during her two-week internship at Alif's office.

Yes, Alif Zayyan Pratama is a 30-year-old man who has achieved success above the average man his age.

Leading a large company hereditary owned by his family, a man who is quite known among young business people. Handsome, sharp-nosed and has a thin sideburn on its jaws and has a height of 180 cm.

Who is not impressed, from his face alone has made the hysterical women scream in their hearts because of the charm of an Alif.

The man in brown skin was looking at the clock on his wrist. He seemed to be contacting someone through his expensive and sophisticated mobile phone.

"Hallo mama, I'm sorry it looks like I'm going to be late there, I'm just getting out of this show"

He nodded his head to hear the answer from across the phone.

"Calm down, I'm coming. Whatever for mama I close first yes I will call again"

After talking to each other finally Alif hung up the phone and went back into the room where there were some people who were partying, yes a birthday party of one of his best friends.

"Are you sure you're coming? I still can't believe that modern times are like there is a matchmaking system"

Alif just stiffened his shoulders relaxed when he heard some of his friends ask, there is also a mockery of him who seemed so submissive to the rules of parents despite having grown up, especially the affairs of arranged marriage.

"Let's bet Alif actually accepts the woman of his mother's choice or not after they meet later"

Alif chuckled at their behavior, he could only shake his head in his heart he also felt ridiculous about marrying the woman his mother chose later.

"I will treat you to a full vacation if the woman turns out to be more beautiful than Syasya," bargained Daffa one of Alif's friends at this time.

Alif.

"That's if she's prettier, what if she's ugly? do you still want to?" another question came from another friend.

They all laughed as Alif replied, "I'll definitely reconsider."

"I'll go now" continued Alif again as he looked back at the clock on his wrist.

"Huh son of a mother," interrupted Daffa chuckling to see Alif's lazy look to leave.

Humairah was taking drinks for guests who had come as promised by her mother.

Long Humairah daydreamed with his hands still stirring his homemade tea.

"I'm sorry Rasya, we don't seem to be a match"

The girl muttered alone, her tears flowing remembering the conversation her parents had last night about the matchmaking they had indeed hoped for.

"Bismillah"

With a nervous step, Humairah decided to bring a tray containing several glasses of warm tea for her mother's guests tonight.

"I'm sorry if you wait a long time," Humairah said politely, he took the opportunity to serve warm tea to two guests and his mother's father.

"Dear baby, sit here"

The voice of Ihsan's father made Humairah immediately nod and he stood up to take a sitting position in the middle of his father and mother.

"Please drink the tea," Humairah is stale.

He became confused because the only one who came to visit was Rika's aunt and one of her daughters and the middle-aged man they introduced as the brother of Rika's late aunt's husband.

There is no other man who becomes her future husband like the promise of the meeting that tonight will be present also the man who will be reunited with her as the prospective husband of the short matchmaking.

Aunt Rika smiled at the puzzled look of Humairah.

"Are you looking for your future husband, son?"

Humairah could only smile in shame, confirming in his heart that he was actually quite curious about the man he would be betrothed to.

"Auntie embarrassed me"

Everyone laughed when they heard it.

"Patience soon" replied Aunt Rika again.

They dissolve in the nostalgic story of their school days and are friendly, making Humairah quite saturated but do not dare to avoid the situation.

"Sorry mom, uncle and aunt, can I come back for a second?" Humairah keen to find fresh air and do not want to interfere with the conversation parents.

"Of course, dear" replied Aini's mother.

Humairah was polite and then walked towards the back, he came out through the side door of his house which had a terrace there.

Humairah took a deep breath many times, wanted it to feel like she was crying, this girl did not want a marriage at a young age like now even though she had not graduated from college, he has a dream to continue his master's degree abroad from a scholarship that is within the target he will pursue after graduation.

But tonight, far from his life plan, he will meet a man from a wealthy family, his mother's best friend and father, really he wanted to refuse but felt heavy considering he had to know himself not to reject the wishes of the two adoptive parents who had cared for and loved him since he was 6 years old.

All dreams he was willing to bury to please his father and mother, even though he would marry a stranger, without love without knowing each other before.

His eyes turned to a car light that came closer to his yard, Humairah frowned in surprise when he saw who had come down from there.

"Haaa? mr Alif? why is he here?"

Humairah wondered as he walked intending to approach.

"Sir Alif?"

The man was surprised when someone called him when he just got out of the car.

"Gosh, you're surprising me"

"Sorry... Why did you come here? are you lost?"

"Missed? hey is this your house?" ask back by Alif who keeps his car keys in his pants pocket.

From the doorway, there were some parents who saw them from a distance.

"You see Aini, they've even talked to each other without us introducing them first," Rika's aunt told Aini's mother, they threw each other a smile.

Humairah nodded, long Alif looked at him as if he had not believed that the beautiful girl who had hit him the other day was the girl meant by his mother.

"Do you have a sister or a sister?"

Humairah wondered why the man asked that question.

"No, I mean an only child myself"

"Alif, this is Ayesha whom I mean," suddenly Aunt Rika approached them with a happy smile, she grabbed Humairah's arm and gently rubbed it.

Alif turned his head again to Humairah who also looked surprised.

"Dear Aisha, this is the son of aunt Alif Zayyan Pratama. Your future husband"