"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 62

Alif returned refreshed, decided to go to the office together after driving Humairah home to change clothes.

During the deliberately slow ride Alif did not stop smiling, the beautiful woman sat beside the wheel again.

"Did you give me flowers on my graduation day?"

Alif turned his head, he thought for a moment about Humairah's question. And Alif gave an answer with a nod of his head.

"You're also the cab's brother?"

"Oh I'm caught now" said Alif shy of himself.

"I think the man Rasya meant was you, I also met Daffa on my interview day at the office, he also claimed to know me. His words also lead to you, now I understand."

"Oh baby, you're good at connecting events to other events."

"Why not be honest in the beginning?" ask Humairah again.

"You forgot about me, I don't dare show up if it will only make you sick" Alif said slowly.

"After we meet do I have a headache?"

Alif looked at his wife, he shook his head.

"No, there's my sore forehead you hit with the trash."

Humairah smiled, "I'm sorry, I regret what I did, I do like to be careless if I can't bear to urinate, like to enter the wrong toilet, I'm sorry is still sick?"

"It still hurts, but it can go away if you kiss, come on kiss it just once." seduced Alif as he chuckled.

"Mas Alif," Humairah snapped in annoyance.

Alif laughed softly.

"Why so long? It's ten." It's ten."

"Let's just enjoy this trip alone" replied Alif.

Silent. But Humairah spoke again first.

"Why wasn't there when I was in the hospital? Why didn't you just claim to be my fiancee when I came to? No matter what happens between us before I get sick, there should be no need to hide and monitor me from a distance, giving flowers without congratulating directly deserves it I feel there is less when graduation turns out you are the person. Disguised as a taxi brother wearing a mask. Whatisit? Isn't that a coward's act?"

Humairah suddenly upset himself, he thought if Alif outrageous not present when he graduated the other day when they were engaged.

"Yes, I am indeed a coward of Humairah" replied Alif lethargic.

"And that cowardly man is my future husband, sorry I can't remember you yet but trust me I know enough about how I feel when I'm with you, at least it's capital for me to be able to accept our relationship now. Pray that I recover quickly, I also do not want to forget memories for a long time, there must be many things that have passed."

Alif glanced at Humairah who was smiling at him, this man really wanted to go crazy.

"Huh..... Just a prospective husband," muttered Alif rubbing his neck again.

*****

In office.

Alif rubbed his face rough, many job reports were not to his liking, the man looked very serious turning the paper back on the table.

Humairah noticed Alif since then, if working Alif really professional.

"Excuse me sir, here's the coffee you asked for" said the waiter politely, placing a coffee cup on the table.

But when he put the glass he was quite surprised when Alif hit one of the maps, until his hands trembled and spilled coffee that had not been perfect landed on the table.

"Ohhh shit, what are you doing? Look at this spilling, it could be work or not.... This paper is important!"

Alif scolded the waiter.

"I'm sorry Mr. Alif, I'm sorry I didn't accidentally let me clean, '" replied the waiter, who immediately wiped the rest of the coffee on the table.

"Come out don't make me dizzy!" alif snapped once more while shaking his hand telling the servant to come out immediately.

"Let me clean up, do not take heart Mr. Alif is busy and there is a little problem, you can go back to your job," Humairah told the frightened waiter.

"I'm sorry madam, I'm so sorry."

"I'm not his wife yet, don't call the lady. All right you can come out, there's nothing to forgive, just replace this coffee with new coffee okay?"

The waiter was quite confused by the words of Humairah who claimed not to be the wife of his boss, even though everyone already knew they were husband and wife even long enough, but soon he nodded when he remembered that his boss' wife was sick of forgetting memories.

"Yes, thank you. Again, I'm sorry to make you a new coffee."

Humairah just nodded with a smile that did not fade, without them noticing Alif watching Humairah talk since. Alif was amazed Humairah was a gentle female figure, not angry, always polite talk to anyone since working with him, also good at helping solve problems.

After the waiter came out Humairah looked at Alif.

"Why should you be angry? It's just a paper, it can be reprinted. Spilled coffee can be made again, don't let sixty seconds of your happiness pass by just because a minute you're angry like this. Tell me which part do you think there's a mistake? Whose job is this? Let me meet him and I'll help him fix it."

Humairah's speech made Alif silenced. Humairah clean the scattered paper, wipe the rest of the coffee, throw the paper that has become garbage.

Alif looked at him unblinking, in his heart he felt lucky to have a secretary like Humairah, calming, making him comfortable working despite many dizzying affairs. The anger just disappeared.

"This is how to get to know my own wife, during marriage never know her person as deeply as each of your words are meaningful, you really dream dear, oh I can go crazy if really separated," alif murmured in the heart.

Humairah waved her finger in front of Alif's dreamy face looking at her.

"Mas Alif."

"Darling, give me a kiss once. Come on, I beg you."

Humairah hit her husband's hand.

"Stop silly mas Alif."

"Darling, come on just think of it as my encouragement to work," whined Alif again.

"Mas Alif," Humairah snapped in annoyance.

"What's wrong with just one kiss?"

"Marry first, you can kiss."

Alif was frustrated to hear it.

"Oh Humairah..... When are you going to remember our relationship" she rubbed her own upset face as she walked to her bathroom.

Humairah looked at Alif's back with a meaningful smile.