"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 23

"Mom, I won't be angry. Trust me, I just want you to be honest with me. It's the same guy, isn't it? I remember the face of my father in his youth, and this photo I got from Daffa. You know what I know again?"

Humairah showed A picture of Aini's mother, a picture of Mr. Imran that he got from Daffa and his necklace pendant.

Aini's mother seemed hesitant, but she could not see Humairah's sad face, so from her Aini's mother nodded slowly as her tears fell.

"He's my papa ma'am, he's also in town. And what is the most confusing? Brother Mayang, sister Mayang ma'am.... Do you want to explain anything about her?" lure Humairah so that his mother does not lie this time.

Aini's mother stiffened, "Honey, what are you talking about?"

"Mom doesn't know who honey is in my household, does she? Brother Mayang ma'am, your real daughter! She identified as Aisyah her daughter, Mr. Imran, my biological father, who became my husband's second wife, oh it's a pity that the mother did not come to their wedding party the other day, if you come, maybe I won't be late knowing this now."

Humairah said aloud in front of her father and foster mother.

"Dear dear, calm down, your mother may have something to explain to you," Ihsan's father seemed calm in addressing the matter.

Unlike Aini's mother, she seemed to be crying even more. Making Humairah becomes unbearable.

"Mom, come on don't cry I just want to know the truth. Mom said that Mayang attended her uncle's school but why did I find her Aisyah the daughter of my papa? Is that why Mrs Mayang never came back here despite school?" search Humairah again.

Aini's mother was still silent, she did not know where to explain, really she did not expect Humairah to know all this, he did not know, he also did not think that his biological daughter who had become Alif's second wife and became honey in the household Humairah and Alif.

He never got any news about it. Ihsan's father could only rub his wife's back affectionately, he knew what Aini's mother was feeling right now.

But he also could not interfere too deeply because Ihsan's father was the second husband of Aini's mother and not the father of Mayang, after all the incident had absolutely nothing to do with her marrying Aini's mother after all happened.

Yes, Ihsan's father was a second husband and had no children until Humairah became his favorite child.

"Mom, I'm sorry...."

Humairah said as she hugged her crying mother, "Alright, I won't force it. When you're ready you can explain it to me, believe me what's happening right now won't affect our relationship, I love my real mom, it won't change just because of this."

"I am grateful to remember everything. Only one goal if my parents are still around I just want to give my blessing at his age, just like I'm devoted to you two. I hope you understand, can I meet Papa Imran?"

Aini's mother turned to Humairah's face, she did not answer but cried louder.

"Mom, come on. We can talk about all this well. Don't cry okay?" Humairah hugged and wiped her mother's tears with her beautiful hands slowly.

"Mother is guilty of you, Humairah, forgive me mother, forgive mother," said Aini's mother interjected with tears.

"Pacify yourself, I won't force you if you're not ready. After all whatever happened in the past, the most important thing for me is to know that my father is alive and still healthy until now, about Mayang, he is a beautiful doctor ma'am, the woman who was the choice of my husband's heart. Mas Alif loved her very much ma'am, we were both wives of the same man."

Hearing that Aini's mother was crying bitterly, she did not know this. True said Humairah if he was present at the wedding of Alif and Aisyah at that time maybe he would know this from the beginning.

Because Aini's mother was still silent, Humairah decided to leave because Alif gave her a WA message that the man wanted to go home now.

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"Mas Alif?"

Humairah was surprised, her husband did not lie that the man did come and what was astonishing was that Alif came with a large bouquet of flowers, very large.

"Do I look weird?" cetus Alif because Humairah looked at him in disbelief at this moment, he was even left standing outside the door.

Humairah smiled then nodded, "I'm sorry, let's go in first."

Alif followed Humairah's steps, then without further ado he grabbed the woman's body and clenched her tightly, she felt her heart begin to pump quickly.

A moment Humairah was stunned.

"This is for you" said Alif while giving a bouquet of white roses mixed with pink.

"Mas Alif doesn't have a fever, does he?" instead of directly receiving Humairah instead fingered her husband's forehead in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I never gave you this."

"Yes not even a sprig," replied Humairah chuckling.

"Alright, thanks..... Although this surprised me I was happy to finally get flowers from my husband," Humairah continued while giving a kiss on the cheek of the husband, but it made the man become embarrassed himself.

"Mas Alif just came to make me happy, especially with the souvenirs of a lot of roses like this, I love you mas Alif!"

"Come, do we want to continue standing here? I don't think Mas Alif is coming, is there anything left?" Asked Humairah astonished, she invited her husband to walk towards the living room while continuing to smell the roses from Alif earlier.

Alif cursed his heart that wanted to answer that there was indeed something left here, not goods but the heart and comfort that he felt began to often lag behind and did not come when he returned to his second wife's house lately.

"Yes, the feeling that was left behind," replied Alif ambiguously, Humairah turned her head to make her face red.

"I'm hungry, are you cooking?" alif quickly asked so that his words did not invite controversy.

"I'm sorry, I just got home from mom's. Is Alif waiting? I'll make it if that."

"Are you on campus this afternoon?" Alif asked something else.

Humairah nodded, "Yes, I have a schedule to meet the supervisor why?"

"Why wasn't your phone active at the time? I'm following you to college but you're gone, who's taking you home?"

"really? I'm sorry, my phone's out of power. Is Alif coming after me? Did I not hear wrong?"

"Don't give up, who's taking you home? Where were you before you came back?" alif asked again in an annoyed tone, he remembered the faces of Daffa and Humairah when on campus this afternoon.

"I came home to Daffa, I'm sorry... Last afternoon we met there was something I wanted to ask, after that I went home to mom's house, not where else."

"Alright, don't mention Daffa in front of me. Come on I'm hungry!" Invite Alif to pull Humairah's hand to go to the room.

"Mas, should we go to the kitchen instead of the room? Want to eat or not? I'll make it if you want to wait"

"No, I'll just eat you!" alif answered who had reached the room, he grabbed a bouquet of flowers in the hands of Humairah and placed it on the dressing table, then he pulled the body of his wife again to sit on his lap on the bed.

"Mas Alif?"

"I'm jealous" at last the word came out of the lips of an Alif who had never seen Humairah.

"Mas Alif, is jealousy really?"

Alif did not answer, he began to reach for his wife's lips and they kissed for quite a while.

"Jealous sign of love?" cetus Humairah again after taking off for a moment the link of their lips.

Alif clasped Humairah's body tightly, there was a rippling feeling when their eyes met, the various sensations he felt at this time on his body that responded amazingly to the beautiful woman.

"It seems like I'm starting to fall on you," Alif replied ambiguously, he was already busy kissing his wife's neck in anxiety.

"Fall what? Falling in love you mean?" ask Humairah again while avoiding because amused.

Alif did not answer.

"Mas Alif?"

"What?"

"I'm serious, what did you say? Falling what? In love?"

"Don't know," replied Alif returned the clear eyes of Humairah who increasingly made his brain hurt to think hard.

"Mas Alif?"

"Call me baby from now on!"

"What?"

"Call me baby, don't keep mas mas mas!" annoyed Alif but he still hides his face in the niche of Humairah's innocent neck.

"Dear."

"Good," said Alif smiling, he looked at his wife's face with a very close distance, their noses clashing, even with their eyes staring deeply at each other.

"You're in love with me?" ask Humairah slowly again seriously.

Alif did not answer but brought their bodies to fall on the big and soft bed.