"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 4

"I'm sorry Rasya, I don't think there's anything else we need to talk about, sorry if I've been wrong with you so much while we've been together, I hope you understand this isn't my power, I just want to be a good boy. That's it"

Rasya was silent, sculpted not budging can only look at the back of a beautiful woman with a square patterned abstract pink light pink which became his encouragement to come to campus all along.

He still wants to deny the truth of Aji's words a few days ago about Humairah's marriage to another man, now that the owner of the agency has confirmed the news he is eager to reject.

Two weeks passed, Humairah lived her days as the wife of the office boss she was apprenticed to at the moment, Alif's loophole-less attitude had captured her heart easily. Who does not fall in love with a handsome athletic man who always hugs Humairah while sleeping.

The girl became a good wife, preparing all her husband's needs to the office even though not everyone in the office knew they were married, even Alif forbade his office employees to know that Humairah was his wife, and that she was not his wife, with the reason that there is no misunderstanding and considered favoritism because Humairah is still an apprentice there.

But Humairah felt there was something different from her husband since they moved to their new house, a house that was quite large because Humairah did not like to use the services of maids then all the homework she did.

The man was not as warm as when he was at his parents' house, came home late and never ate at home like tonight when Humairah held back hunger for the sake of eating together.

"Mas Alif, are you home?" welcome warm Humairah as warm as the love he gave to Alif a.

"You haven't slept?"

"I'm waiting for you, why did you just come home? Have you eaten yet? I've been cooking this afternoon, we can eat if Mas Alif is hungry"

"I've eaten"

The woman kissed her husband's hand, Humairah helped take off her coat and opened her husband's shoes, it was a routine she had been working on since marriage.

Humairah painstakingly prepared warm water so that Alif could enjoy a bath by relaxing his tired muscles working all day in front of the computer.

Humairah smelled the fragrance of farfum from the suit she would put in the basket of loundry, the fragrance of roses certainly it was not the perfume of her husband that she knew the thick and masculine smell of bulgary.

Alif who looks out of the bathroom is seen directly up to the top of the bed without saying much, Humairah felt tonight was so different when they just moved to the new house that there should be a lot of discussion chat to discuss the layout and layout of the furniture.

Humairah who could not resist hunger, he ate alone even though the clock had shown at 10 pm, his eyes caught a mobile phone vibrating from the dining table, maybe Alif left it when the man drank into the kitchen.

Humairah who had just eaten some bribes, then turned to the screen that displayed a caller by the name of 'my love' there.

Humairah's chest pounding, "My Love? Who?" humairah asked curiously, because it kept shaking finally Humairah answered the phone.

Just pasting Alif's expensive phone to his ear, Humairah felt his heart wanted to come off when a woman's spoiled voice adorned his hearing at this time.

'Honey, why not reply to my message? Did you check your suit for lipstick in there? Come on, I forgot to take it because I was in a hurry, I hope you bring it tomorrow don't you like my lips wearing it? That's the latest edition.'

Humairah held back her tears, her chest rumbling.

'Aliff? Did you hear me? Don't tell me you're gonna fuck her tonight, just watch out I'm so jealous'

Humairah dripping also tears that are not restrained anymore, really tight chest at this time like a flash of lightning in a hole, Humairah did not want the woman to suspect she immediately turned off Alif's phone without saying anything.

The lipstick she found in Alif's pocket had given her a definite answer. Humairah glanced at the door of the room where Alif was asleep there.

"Mas Alif, is there anything you want to say about this?" asked Humairah who had been unable to hold it since last night, she placed an expensive brand lipstick right next to Alif's plate that had finished breakfast.

Alif looked at Humairah.

"I'm sorry" said Alif as he reached for his wife's hand.

Clear drops back down without permission when the man of Humairah's heart did not avoid lipstick.

"Mas Alif?"

"I'm still in touch with Aisyah, my lover"

"What?" again, Humairah was like being stifled by reality when she began to be lulled and flew by Alif's gentle attitude to her since marriage.

"Dear of? The girl's name?"

"Yes, she's my lover and we intend to get married if it's not the mama who ruined it with our matchmaking"

Seriously, Humairah felt that Alif was being too honest about this.

Humairah gulped, Aisha was not her name Aisha, but she was both Ayesha as her first name.

"Mas Alif come on, we're married. All the past will become memories of the past that became part of our previous story journey, I will not be angry I will understand about it. But not like this, you're still playing with me when the sacred pledge is tied to me?"

Humairah clasped Alif's hand, his watery eyes were staring at Alif with hurt feelings hearing Alif's confession.

"I'm glad you're honest, we married not just promised in front of our parents but before God, come on Alif can we just open a new page of our marriage without a shadow of the figure in the past?"

"It's not that simple, Humairah, I love her"

"I thought Alif loved me after marriage, but I was wrong"

"You're a good woman, I'm sorry I'm not as perfect as you think"

"Can you just pick me?"

"I can't leave her Humairah, I'm sorry"

"Then what should I do? This in my nails is still red, which means we're still newlyweds" Humairah pointed to her pretty, henna-red nails when she got married a few weeks ago.

"Can you share?"

"What's? alif is not funny"

"I'm not kidding Humairah"