"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 60

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An ultimatum kept Alif out, he relented and managed to persuade Humairah not to resign from the job because of a ridiculous incident last week.

All the rules he was forced to defer for the sake of Humairah remained in the position of secretary, could not pick up and transfer back, even so Humairah still agreed to keep working one room with Alif. They work in silence and cool attitude Humairah who is still angry at Alif related drama ask for a kiss at that time.

Although Alif every day said love to Humairah, of course Humairah responded that it was just a joke of an Alif alone so that he was tempted to forgive the events of last week.

This morning, Alif could not bear it until he finally remained adamant to invite Humairah to leave together because it had been a week passed from the incident.

But lost step because there was only his father-in-law who wanted to ride the car.

"Papa," call Alif to call the middle-aged man.

Papa Imran stopped the intention of entering the car, he looked towards Alif.

"Alif you're here?"

Alif immediately greeted his in-laws while looking around for Humairah.

"You looking for your wife?"

Alif nodded, "Humairah wants to take the bus today, just walked to the bus stop, she missed taking the bus when she was in college. About the other day, be patient..... Papa understands your position."

Alif nodded, "It's my fault, I can't control myself" replied Alif lethargic.

Papa Imran chuckled, "Should have let him work the part he was supposed to, if it was close together like that of course you could stand."

Alif breathed a rough sigh, "No, Humairah will remain in the present position. In another room there would be many approaching it, it should not happen."

Papa Imran laughed again, "Patience, approach him slowly instead of kissing carelessly. Busy yourself with your work as usual, let your closeness flow. Attract his attention with something sweet not a perverted thing like the other day."

"Papa shames me," Alif's great-grandson softly looked down in shame.

"Believe God's destiny the best, papa sure Humairah loves you Alif only he chooses to stop for the next wound. I think everything can be fixed from now on. Hey why the talk, let's just leave your car, go after him now. The bus will be here in five minutes."

Papa Imran said as he glanced at his watch.

"Oh, papa really is my best in-law," replied Alif smilingly hugging papa Imran for a moment.

He set the pace, leaving the middle-aged man who immediately boarded the car continuing his intention to head to the office.

"Yes because papa feels changing husband does not necessarily make my daughter have a better life," muttered papa Imran while running his car.

Alif walked half-run after Humairah who was waiting for the bus.

"Oh shit," muttered Alif speeding up his run after the bus that had just walked.

Luckily he still got his chance and managed to get on before the bus actually went from there.

"Alhamdulillah, huh.." grateful Alif when he managed to ride the bus while exhaling.

Alif set his breath sting, running enough to make him sweat, sure his eyes immediately lead to a beautiful woman wearing a milk-brown veil with a flower motif in the corner that dangled beautifully covering the back of Humairah, the, the woman did not realize Alif had been standing behind her.

Humairah continued to develop a smile staring out the window, he really remembered when the beginning of college used to often take the bus with his father who was about to go to work.

But the smile did not last long, changing the tears falling from his armature as the shadow of Ihsan's father's shady face approached, a smiling face that he had not seen for a long time and Humairah realized that his father's smile would never be seen again until later.

Taking a deep breath, Humairah wiped away her tears as she muttered softly, "I miss the old us father, mother father and I."

Alif sat next to him when he managed to change places with a pregnant woman who was originally beside Humairah.

"Mas Alif," said Humairah quite surprised, when he turned to his left side.

"Hi" said Alif.

Sighing in annoyed breath Humairah asked, "Are you picking me up?"

"Yes, and your dad said you took the bus until I chased you here. Thank God, I'm not behind," replied Alif full of drama.

Humairah did not answer again, but looked back out the window, a thin smile he was unable to hide, inexplicably Humairah likes to see his boss sweaty face like now, handsome like the one present in his dream last night. His anger last week just disappeared, even though it had been a week he was not warm to the man.

"Sucks," Humairah muttered softly as she gave a smile, she remembered the man saying love every day for one week.

"You say something?"

"No" replied Humairah.

"Oh why my stomach became nauseous" said Alif who felt dizzy suddenly and uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.

Humairah turned to Alif who looked pale at once, "Hey mas Alif what are you?"

Alif did not answer it turned out to vomit first out of his mouth, the vomit of fresh bread that seemed imperfectly digested by the stomach now flooded Humairah's clothes either intentionally or not Alif vomited right into the woman.

Humairah massaged Alif's back without a second thought, all the eyes of the other passengers staring at Alif between disgust and amused how a dashing and handsome man dressed neatly suddenly vomited dirtying the bus.

Alif vomited suddenly, making Humairah become pity.

"You're drunk on the ride, haven't you ever been on the bus before?"

Alif only shook his head when he had finished taking out his entire breakfast earlier, he raised his head while leaning back, Alif breathing.

"It's a shame, I'm sorry your clothes got so dirty. You must be disgusted" said Alif staring at Humairah with his pale face.

Humairah shook his head, "It's not a problem, I used to be a child also often drunk on travel. Maybe it's because you've never been on a bus before so your soul is shocked" Humairah jolted as she pulled a tissue out of her bag.

"There is a surprised soul? Oh I'm dizzy Humairah, come on let's just take a taxi," whine Alif stared at the spoiled Humairah.

"Alright, I also have to change clothes," replied Humairah after thinking for a moment.

He asked the bus driver to stop them after Humairah wiped the remaining vomit Alif left on the bus bench using a tissue, Alif salute to his wife. The woman looked painstaking and not the slightest disgust.

They got off after apologizing for dirtying the bus. Sure enough Alif's face paled, at first Alif was not feeling well, he had vomited several times since last night but he forced to stay in the office and pick up Humairah this morning until his condition occurred as it is now.

"Mas Alif, are you sick?" ask Humairah when they're in the cab.

"Yes, it looks like I've had indigestion, since last night I threw up" replied Alif lethargic.

"Then why force you into the office, well I'll take you home first."

Alif smiled, he mentioned the address of the house they had spent time with first. The taxi headed there after being given the order.

They reached home, Humairah was silent for a moment when he wanted to enter. His chest was nervous, his head hurt but he could still bear it.

Humairah looked at Alif without hesitation, entered and stared at the entire room that seemed familiar to him.

In fact, he immediately took Alif to their room that Humairah memorized where the room is currently located, but Alif prevented.

"Take me there, guest room. My room is being repaired."

Alif does not want Humairah surprised later if they enter their room because there are many figura pictures of them married first in a large frame, of course Alif did not want to surprise Humairah when he was sick like this. Surprise that not necessarily Humairah received it. Let Humairah remember himself later.

"Mas Alif, your face is pale. If you're vomiting you should avoid food like bread first, it will stimulate vomiting again, rest. I'll make you some porridge, is there rice in the kitchen?"

Humairah asked after helping Alif lay down to the guest room bed. The man did not answer immediately but grabbed the pretty woman's fingers gently.

"Humairah" said Alif.

"Yes mas Alif," replied Humairah smiling faintly, he did not pull Alif's hand away as before, he let his hand be held by the pale and lethargic-faced man.

"I love you."

Humairah smiled, "I know."

Alif suddenly fresh, "Where do you know? Do you remember me? Start remembering about us?" ask Alif spirit.

Humairah chuckled, "Didn't you say it in the office a lot, it's even been a week you've been persuading me with the word love, but it's weird and it seems joking. There's no way you're falling in love that fast when it's only been a week that I've been working on you."

There was a rough breathing sound from Alif, he suddenly looked at Humairah with annoyance.

"It's hard to make you believe."

"Believe is easy, the hard is keeping trust," replied Humairah looking at Alif meaningfully.

Alif.

"Is there rice in the kitchen?" ask Humairah again.

Alif nodded, "Alright, go to sleep first I'll make you porridge. If we are experiencing vomiting should avoid solid food, just eat porridge okay?"

Alif smiled, "Thank you dear."

"Cmk.... Stop calling me baby!"

Humairah stood up but Alif did not take off his hand.

"Mas Alif, I'm going to the kitchen."

"I love you."

Humairah's face reddened and blushed, embarrassed as she felt at this moment while looking at Alif so seriously saying it. He had never heard a man express love so quickly even just one week to meet and work for his boss.

"I'm going to the kitchen."

"Give me a kiss first!"

"Mas Alif!"

Alif chuckled, "I'm just kidding."

Humairah let go of Alif's hand, "Don't forget about the abuse article."

Alif smiled again, letting Humairah leave him to the kitchen.

Humairah headed for the kitchen without asking Alif where it was located, his steps stopped when passing a room that he believed was Alif's room being repaired.

For a long time he looked at the door of the room, his head quite dizzy as a shadow greeted him, an indistinct shadow to remember. His smile expands perfectly while shaking his head, he passes to the kitchen.

Cooking and preparing porridge, Humairah memorizes all the layout of kitchen utensils. He was quite astonished why he had no trouble at all in the kitchen when he was first here.

Humairah brought a bowl of porridge after almost half an hour he spent in the kitchen.

Alif fell asleep, Humairah put a bowl of porridge on the nightstand.

He stared at Alif's face for a long time. Humairah even grabbed Alif's hand grasping it tightly, he turned to the ring on his finger.

"I feel the same way about Alif, it's too weird and fast for me. Were we lovers in the past? Or are we engaged maybe? Why not be honest about the relationship between us? Papa is familiar with you, even papa wishes we were a match, have we been betrothed before?"

"But if we're just lovers, why are you such a pervert?"

"I'm a good girl, I've never been kissed before, Rasya has never kissed me, we have a healthy relationship, not a lover in general. Were we dating you free to kiss me? Am I no longer a good girl?"

"Or are we married?"

"Oh that's impossible, there's no way I'm forgetting my own husband."