"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 37

Tomorrow.

Humairah smiled looking through the photo album when she got married, four months have passed, felt just yesterday he was wearing brackets in Malaysian Malay style in ivory white with a simple but elegant headdress, so elegant, a smile adorned her lips as a photo of the two with the man who married her in that short period of time.

Closed neatly, no one knew the marriage except for two large families, relatives of Alif especially the mother who had given birth to her husband, who had been born to her, mama Rika who so wanted the passion that was sitting at the big reception even had to swallow disappointed.

No, not only mama Rika but all the families were disappointed at Alif's decision to prefer other women he was proud of in a crowded hall, Alif said, disappointed they lay in Humairah who allowed her husband to marry again legally and held a reception anyway, was married to her is not.

Not only that, Humairah also assures that she is willing to hide her marriage to keep the good name of her husband who is a respected.

If only a few times Alif visited him in a month.

Now, it was only two weeks ago that Alif began to look up to him, visiting him more often which ended with the word love given to Humairah. There is nothing happier than harmony in the home.

Humairah's daydreams ran out when his phone rang an incoming call sign from an online motorcycle driver.

Soon he picked up the phone as he walked out of the house, approached the taxi and took the order and paid with the right money.

Humairah went back into the house half-run, he was impatient to get into the bathroom.

At seven in the morning, order a test pack from a 24-hour pharmacy that has just been delivered by an online motorcycle taxi driver.

His chest was nervous, his hands were trembling as he stuffed the object into his urine reservoir.

Humairah's eyes did not blink staring at the sophisticated tool it responded with two possibilities.

"Bismillah," muttered Humairah while biting her lower lip.

The lifting of the pregnancy test device Humairah closed his eyes for a moment and pronounced the name of the creator so that there is no disappointment later if the results are not as expected.

And the results read in the first 30 seconds.

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Humairah felt that many were looking at him strangely when he went to campus, he just remembered the live Instagram drama at the hotel yesterday, he was convinced that it caused him to accept different views from each campus resident.

"Because I'm happy, that strange look won't affect me" Humairah muttered with a faint smile.

"Lust," called Lola who was running towards him.

Humairah is excited to meet his best friend who has not met for a long time.

"Lola baby, let's get off me!"

Lola took off her embrace then looked at Humairah's face in annoyance.

"Why?"

"Don't pretend you don't know stupid!"

Humairah chuckled, "On live IG?"

Lola nodded.

"Let's talk on the canteen, I want to eat boiled noodles" Humairah said, pulling his best friend's hand to the campus cafeteria.

Lola could only breathe in a rough breath. They were talking leisurely as they continued walking until their steps stopped as they coincided with a handsome male student who had just walked out of the canteen.

"Rasya," said Lola glanced at Humairah alternating with the man.

Rasya looked cold, he did not reply but just passed Humairah with an annoyed face, passed and left without stale ado.

"You see? I think he's mad at you!"

Humairah smiled again, "Let him, we have no business. Being angry or disappointed about the live is none of my business, after all I have no obligation to explain to anyone about yesterday's live. It's my privacy."

"Yes, the privacy you're broadcasting live. And all the noise because of that. It's a good thing they don't know your husband, if they're not prepared to have the status of actor" Lola said.

"I'm hungry, let's eat first and then you can be angry," replied Humairah chuckling, inexplicably today is so light-hearted, he did not want to bother with everyone's opinion about the live drama yesterday morning.

Humairah had just returned from his script research schedule at one of the Private Banks which became the research site for the final thesis of accounting majors he had been in for the past three and a half years.

Long exchanging stories with Lola who has not even penetrated the issue of her script proposal, it seems like they will not graduate together this year, this year, they promised to meet at the campus where the bank where the research institute is not far from there.

Humairah gave an explanation about his relationship with Alif which has greatly improved on his best friend so no wonder there can be drama like yesterday.

Not long after the phone rang.

"My father, I'm sorry to take it!" said Humairah excuse me to stay away from Lola while receiving a call from her papa.

"Papa? Since when did Ihsan's father turn into papa?" Lola wondered to herself at Humairah's remark.

A few minutes later.

"I'm sorry baby, I have to go home."

"Did something happen? What happened to Ihsan's father?"

Humairah smiled, "This is not Ihsan's father. It's a long story, baby, I can explain later.... You just need to know I remember everything, everything about me about my real parents too. And the one who just called was my real dad. I'm going can I?"

"Your life is full of puzzles Mairah, you make me curious!" Lola moved her lips in annoyance.

Arguing for quite a while, they finally separated again. And Humairah passed from there to fulfill the promise of returning to the house of papa Imran this afternoon.

Humairah was waiting for a taxi, but one that stopped even a car that she believed belonged to her husband stopped suddenly right in front of this woman standing right now.

"Mas Alif?"

"Honey," said Alif who hugged Humairah.

"Mas Alif this is campus!" prevent Humairah from dodging when the man wants to kiss her.

"I'm sorry, let's talk in the car!" take Alif while opening the car door for his wife.

Humairah nodded and immediately complied with her husband to enter the car, followed by Alif at the steering position.

"Why am I calling not accepted?"

"I'm sorry, maybe along with papa's call," replied Humairah smilingly seducing as she grabbed her husband's hand and gently kissed.

"Why not tell me if you're going to college too, aren't you just researching and then coming home?"

"Oh baby, it looks like I have to report to you at all times."

"Humaha."

"Yes, sorry.. earlier Lola wanted to meet, then I came here again have long not eaten boiled noodles campus canteen," replied Humairah sober.

"Where do you know I went to college?" ask Humairah back.

"Just a hunch, and it's true that I found my wife there," Alif replied chuckling as he continued driving at a moderate pace, the look on his face already melting again.

"I'll take you there."

Humairah nodded his head, although his heart was eager to ask about his honey, but when Alif occasionally kissed the back of his hand warmly, he did not want to change the atmosphere.

"Humairah" said Alif turned his wife at a glance.

"Yes. What's up?"

"I'm going out of town, you better stay at papa's house."

"out of town? Why sudden? Didn't you just meet Aisyah's sister?"

"Yes, it's a sudden affair and I have to go down. Aisyah's business, I have given understanding," replied Alif relaxed.

Alif turned to Humairah's face, "Sorry, I haven't said anything to him, the office business is taking up a lot of my thoughts, he's tired of just coming home."

Humairah replied with a smile, "Why be in a hurry, you can talk well next time. I don't mind, it doesn't affect me."

"Thank you dear," Alif replied by peeling the back of his wife's hand.

They also arrived at the courtyard of the large house owned by Humairah's parents.

"Actually I have some happy news for you" Humairah said as they entered the house.

"What's that?"

Humairah shook his head, "I think I'd better say if you're home later, I'm just afraid you're getting out of focus, take care of your work first we'll talk later."

"You make me curious, honey, well I won't force it either" replied Alif, peeping at the top of his wife's head wearing a cream-colored veil.

Lunching with papa Imran in a warm atmosphere, Humairah occasionally chuckles to herself seeing her cold papa on Alif. Although pity, but he is sure also their relationship will improve over time, especially later when Aisyah the honey will also find out this gradually.

After a few minutes Alif left, Humairah was cleaning the table and dishes dirty from their lunch.

"Let's just waitress!" prevent papa Imran from seeing his daughter tidily cleaning the dining table.

"It's okay, I'm used to doing this. Let them do everything else, and this is not much" replied Humairah smiling at her father who was still sitting on the dining table chair.

Long papa Imran fell silent then he said again, "Did Aini always tell you to do housework? Does she treat my daughter like a maid?"

Humairah stopped her hand wiping away the remaining stains on the table, she turned to her papa.

"Working all this should be mastered by all papa women, not just helpers. It's one of those jobs that parents need to teach, mom treats me well, she educates me to do all this so that I grow independent not to be a spoiled woman who can't do anything," replied Humairah gently with a tone persuading the words of her father who seemed to corner Aini's mother again.

Papa Imran was again amazed with his daughter, his gentle and understanding attitude reminded him of his late wife when they were young, Mama Rania exactly Humairah, likes to do homework even though there is a maid.

"You're gonna stay here while Alif's out of town?"

Humairah.

"Of course, I'll stay until papa gets bored."

They throw laughter at each other. Dissolved into a childhood memory that begins to play back in the minds of the father and son continues the chatter at the dinner table until a voice stops their laughter.

"Papa, I'm home."

Papa Imran and Humairah turned to the source of the voice. Together they stood up from the chair.

Aisyah choked, she frowned when she found her honey was located and looked familiar with her papa.

"Maha?"

"Oh, brother Aisyah are you here?" Humairah walked closer.

Papa Imran stands next to Humairah.

"You're home yet?" papa Imran's stale base.

Again Aisyah looked at the two people before her at this moment in bewilderment.

"Yes, I just woke up and just got here. I'm off today, papa why is there a Humairah in this house?"

"Why? of course because Humairah is my daughter."

Aisyah grew confused, understanding the meaning of the gaze back papa Imran voiced first from Humairah.

While embracing the shoulders of his biological daughter, papa Imran said in an affirming tone again insinuating.

"Aisha Humairah, my missing biological daughter. Now that he has returned, he remembers the way home now unlike fifteen years ago you left in the forest and he was lost, but God saved him through a man, that man was Alif your husband, he said, her husband too."

"Alif brought her out of the woods, but your mother found her earlier than we did, and worse, my dear adopted daughter, worthy of her own child, had the heart to lie for a dozen years until my wife died not knowing the truth in the slightest that her daughter was alive and well to this day."

Papa Imran said unfiltered words without a stale ado even though Humairah turned her head as if giving a code to speak well not in a standing state.

Hearing that Aisyah changed the hue of her face, originally radiant now suddenly pias and pale eloquently, her feet stood unmoving at all.

"Let's sit down first, don't get too tense. Papa just can't wait to tell me, come on Aisyah, aren't there many things we can say as long as we don't meet?"

"Oh yeah, thanks for the medicine you prescribed yesterday. I think the medicine is working fine. I've not had nausea and vomiting until now, either because of your medicine or because of our meeting this afternoon at our papa, our papa. Who would have thought that we also had the same husband, fate as if toying with us, Brother Aisyah felt like it wasn't?"

"Oh come on, I'm just kidding.... You're my brother, don't think that no-no, we can fix this relationship from now on, even though it seems to surprise you in this regard but it's good we continue this conversation later, you're tired from out of town. Relax, I will not take your position in this house," Humairah said staring at the honey meaningfully.

"I think we can talk over tea, come on. Don't strain. I'll make some warm tea for us."

Aisyah did not move in half, she stared at papa Imran who was even looking at her sharply since the beginning of the meeting. Glancing at Humairah who slowly left them standing back to the pantry was intent on making warm tea.

"Papa?"

"The passion forgives you, but sorry it's hard enough for me, you toyed with our affection this hard, you're my son and my enemy, you're like a tiger. I nurtured and I fed, but I didn't realize you had even eaten me in the first place, you want to cover your face now?"

"No need, you can continue to live without any punishment because Humairah does not allow me to. But one thing, I really can't act like I used to you anymore, not out of anger but more than that. Disappointed, I'm disappointed in you Mayang Sari, if I can really want to change the name Aisyah I gave you. Aisha's name is too noble for a girl like you."

"Because everything has been done and passed, my daughter has also returned healthy and well thanks to the care of your mother, who is, my prayer is only one so that you can come to your senses and make amends by understanding well what the name Aisyah means to you."

After saying a long word, papa Imran passed while wiping his wet eyes behind glasses that helped his vision that began to farsighted.

Mayang looked at the kitchen again, Humairah smiled at him while serving warm tea at the dining table.

"Come, Brother Mayang, we can enjoy this tea together."

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