"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 30

"Can you stay with papa?"

Humairah stopped his steps when he looked around the contents of his room in childhood, a room that continues to be left empty which is cleaned and maintained despite a dozen years, now who would have thought the inhabitants back set foot there, who thought the residents set foot there, Their ayesha returns also in a much larger body state than when it was lost.

The six-year-old is now almost twenty-one, married and will complete her degree if there are no obstacles in the next few months.

"I have to talk to my husband first about this, if Mas Alif can why not. I miss this house, there are many new things that I felt when I entered earlier," Humairah replied to Papa Imran's gaze with her best smile today.

"Yes, there are some furniture replaced by your mama with a new one, the rest is still the same," said Imran again.

"Why doesn't Mayang sleep in this room?"

"No, that's impossible, baby. This is your room no one can occupy it but you, now the prayers of papa and mama feel very granted that we believe you are alive and one day definitely come home here, he said, and that is today" said Imran, wiping the corner of his watery eyes.

Humairah saw it become smiling, he hugged the middle-aged man again.

"Yes, I'm home now."

"Do you know how you feel?"

Humairah.

"Papa felt that today was so magical, it felt like just yesterday we lost you who are still six years old, but now you come home with a body this big. Papa happy son, really happy, at least there is age papa can still see you mature like this."

"We will be together for a long time, God willing." replied Humairah steady.

They dissolve into the nostalgic show of childhood, traversing every inch of the house that Humairah left almost fifteen years ago, which he was originally small now he has grown up and married anyway.

When Humairah came home, she would talk to her husband about today, the day she had been waiting for since childhood before her memory was lost, the hope of seeing her parents again was now cash.

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Alif rushed to the door after parking his car in the yard, he knocked on the door but there was no answer, long he repeated it until finally Humairah appeared from behind the door.

"Mas Alif?"

"Oh baby, why don't you tell me when you're home?" tanya Alif hugged his wife tightly.

Humairah smiled as she patted her own forehead, why could she forget about her own husband. Maybe because he was too happy to meet papa Imran this afternoon to forget to tell Alif as promised.

"I'm sorry Alif.... I completely forgot," replied Humairah unable to hide her happy look, round and round Alif hugged her tightly like this.

"Forgot?" alif was upset.

Humairah laughed softly, he kissed Alif's lips gently.

"Sorry, don't be angry.... We can talk while sitting not standing like this, right?"

Alif realized they were still in the doorway. He smiled faintly and followed Humairah's steps leading him in.

Humairah took her husband to the kitchen, encouraged Alif to sit on the dining table chair, he took her water and gave her to Alif who complied without refuting.

"Drink first, calm yourself.... We can talk now" Humairah said, putting down the glass her husband had just finished.

"Humirah, I'm the one who should apologize for not picking you up from college, I called you to say it but couldn't have your phone off."

"No problem."

"Who did you come home with? By taxi?" alif asked possessively, he pulled Humairah to sit on his lap.

Humairah.

"Don't tell me you came home with someone?" alif looked at his wife with a curious look.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Dear don't joke, who are you going home with? Didn't I tell you you can't go home with another man!" alif.

"Not another man."

"Then?"

"I'm coming home with papa."

"Papa? You mean Ihsan's father?"

Humairah nodded again.

"Papa Imran," replied Humairah smiling.

Alif scrunched his forehead.

"Whatchu mean? Why did you meet papa Imran?"

"Because he's my papa, do you need another reason?" goda Humairah's.

"Darling, come on, don't twist what do you mean?"

Humairah smiled again, "What will you feel when I say that I and Brother Aisyah are sister sisters?"

Alif again frowned feeling there was something to be corrected from the words of Humairah.

"Humaha."

"I'm not kidding, baby, let me show you something" Humairah led her husband to come to the room.

The woman wearing only a home dress pulled something out of the closet drawer, showing her a necklace and a photo album of her childhood that she had brought from Imran's papa house.

Alif was stunned when he saw many pictures of his little Aisyah there, yes Alif recalled clearly the smile of the little girl who had her cheeked bulging cheeks. Six-year-old girl who once he and Daffa helped from getting lost in the forest, then often met when they found out their little Aisyah turned out to live not far from where they went to school.

"Why do you have this picture?" ask Alif full of search.

"Do you know who this is?"

"He is he who I call my Aisyah, sorry." replied Alif stammered, but he immediately grabbed the hand of Humairah when his wife just silently did not answer.

"Don't be jealous, he's just a childhood memory. Think of it as monkey love, now that I love you, this photo doesn't change anything, it's a silly thing that is usually felt by teenagers who just hit puberty, it's a silly thing, can't see a little pretty girl instantly falling in love, huh this makes me ashamed."

Humairah smiled but did not answer, back Alif looked at him seriously.

"Where did you get this? This is a true picture of Aisyah and this is also true papa Imran," said Alif again after paying proper attention to the photo of little Aisyah with her father and mother.

"Didn't Brother Aisyah tell you that papa Imran had other children besides her?" ask back Humairah.

Alif shook his head again, "He said because papa Imran and mama Rania had no children then he was adopted from the orphanage."

"No children? The orphanage?" Humairah muttered little, he did not expect Mayang who he considered his own brother could confess such a thing.

Alif heard him, "Yes, I also did not expect why there was this kind of photo, my little Aisyah with papa Imran and mama Rania? It's confusing, especially you, baby... Tell me where did you get this? What does this have to do with you?" ask Alif seriously.

Humairah looked at her husband no less seriously.

"I don't know the reason why Brother Aisyah could lie by giving false information about where she came from until adopted by papa Imran, one thing you should know and believe is that your little Ayesha is the biological daughter of papa Imran and mama Rania, as seen in this picture," Humairah explained.

Alif noticed again in detail the photos he saw, there were many memories there.

"And mas Alif must also know who you are dealing with now," continued Humairah.

Alif looked at him as if searching for the meaning of their current chatter.

"Don't you think there's something similar between me and this little girl?"

Alif scrunched up his forehead in confusion.

"Don't you think we both have dimples?"

Humairah deliberately displays a smile until her dimples are visible, she close her cheeks so that Alif can stare clearly.

"Darling come on don't confuse me, dimples are a common thing everyone can have, yaaaaa although I admit you guys do look a little like even I felt it at the beginning of the meeting, yaaaaa, maybe because of this dimple one of them," replied plain Alif.

"Alright," said Humairah annoyed, her husband was completely insensitive.

Humairah leaves Alif, but the man catches him immediately.

"What do you mean? We're not done talking, well I'm pretty tired of the work at the office so my brain is a little slower thinking now, come on baby just tell me what you want to say with all this, don't make puzzles when my brain is not working properly as it is now" said Alif begged, he was quite curious about what Humairah said at this time.

Breathing deeply into the Humairah who was holding back the upset finally said, "I am the one, I mean.... Me and the little girl in this photo are the same person" Humairah said.

"Honey come on, don't make it up"

Alif hung up his words, this man was silent for a moment then noticed again the necklace that Humairah had just worn and looked again at the small Aisyah photo on the album. He did it repeatedly.

"What?" Alif surprised.

Humairah nodded with a smile.

"Dear not to joke."

Humairah pressed her lips, "You don't believe it?"

Alif rubbed his face annoyed why he only realized now.

The man lifted Humairah's body hugging him in a circular motion, "Humairah don't joke," he said again as if he did not believe.

"I'm not kidding Alif," Humairah snapped in annoyance, hitting her husband's back spoiled.

Until they dropped into the bed, Alif looked at the woman's face very close.

"really?"

Humairah.

"You're what I call my Ayesha?"

Humairah nodded again.

"You're my lost Aisyah?"

"I'm not missing."

"Dear say something about us?"

"Yes, you and Daffa helped me when I was lost, you gave me bread when my stomach rang. Do you remember your school tie that you used to bandage a wound on my leg that was stepped on by a sharp wood? You carried me on your back to the forest, you wanted to drive me home but I don't remember the way. And we started seeing each other a lot in the days when my mom and I were not far from your school, you guys used to take me to the lake again before I moved out of the boarding house."

"I remember it now mas Alif, I remember everything, for this I intend to take you somewhere we should go this afternoon, but unfortunately I forgot to tell you that I met papa Imran today, because too happy I forgot the intention to take you to the lake" Humairah continued.

Alif was speechless and stunned, he heard clearly every word that came out from Humairah at this moment.

"Dear not to joke," again Alif said the same thing, but this time he dropped his face on the neck of the wife, who would have thought that this man was crying again there.

Make Humairah blow rough breath, why her husband so whiny some days.

"Mas Alif isn't happy to see that little girl again? Why cry when the news is happy, you piss me off" said Humairah ruffled her husband's hair with anxiety.

Alif did not answer, however, I don't know what is in his mind or his feelings at this time after hearing the fact that the first wife he ever hurt was a little girl who made him fall in love for the first time at the age of just a teenager.

The girl he wanted to date back then if he did not remember Aisyah was still very small to know dating, so he intends to keep the girl until adulthood until he can be free to directly propose to her if her Aisyah is not lost that day, not moved like the description of the hostess, he said, since then they have never met again even though Alif has grown up and established to propose to a girl.

"Humairah, I'm sorry.." said Alif in his tears.

"Honey come on stop crying, you make me want to laugh, where there's a crybaby!" pissed off Humairah again.

"Tell me once again that you are my little Ayesha but now even in my arms without me knowing it, being my wife the woman I once wasted, but it makes me fall in love many times like this," said Alif who is currently staring at Humairah with a clear face.

Humairah.

"Yes Aisyah Humairah promises you will not leave me because I have done wrong to you at the beginning of the marriage, believe me not because I know today but it is true that I love you as my wife even though it is too late, but since you're saying this now I feel like my feelings have multiplied more than ever."

"Hmmmmm it's hard to believe," seduced Humairah while wiping away the rest of her husband's tears.

"I love you Aisha Humairah."

Humairah smiled, they kissed long enough until Alif took off Humairah then asked again.

"Where have you been moving all this time? Why can you and papa Imran...?"

"I came home to follow my mother now, not only separated from you but I also separated from my birth parents papa Imran and mama Rania. I forgot my childhood for a long time, until a few days ago when Daffa met me at the lake, that's where I remembered everything" Humairah replied.

Alif frowned.

"Daffa?"

"Yes" replied the short-lived Humairah.

"Wait a minute, baby if you're papa Imran's biological daughter then why did Aisyah say papa and mama had no offspring until she was the only one adopted?"

"You know who left me in the woods?"

"Yes, the bad brother who didn't come to pick you up isn't he? I forgot you ever mentioned his name."

"Yes, she is Mayang's sister, her little name before adoption was Mayang Sari, she is not from an orphanage but is the daughter of a servant of my mother, Aini's mother who is now the mother who raised me, she is the one you know as Siti Aisyah."

"He who left me in the forest, and was adopted and raised by my father Imran and my mother, indirectly our position was changed he was none other than brother Aisyah."

"She is your second wife, and indirectly we have been bound to each other since long ago even until now" said Humairah looking at her husband's netra seriously.

Alif was surprised and his face suddenly pias.

"What?"

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How long the episode this time 😅😅 okay let me be satisfiedsss, yesterday not up sy love 2000 words for today. 😘😘