"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 7

The patience of Humairah is again tested when facing the reception of the husband and his new wife will begin tonight.

Back Aisyah asked Humairah who polished her face for the reception, either because she really liked the makeup of Humairah or even Aisyah deliberately prank Humairah.

All eyes were on a woman who was walking with her father towards Alif standing at this moment beside a famous host, who was, the reception that carries an international theme was dominated by a magnificent white color and glittering everywhere.

The event was hosted by renowned artists Ruben Onsu and Indra Herlambang, they are very good at bringing sweet words to the bride where Alif smiled sweetly waiting for the wife to come delivered her father, Mr. Imran to him.

The event will also present a famous singer of the country who has no doubt that the event was luxurious and grand attended by a diva Rossa who will sing three songs such as covenant.

No one knew except the nuclear family, that the bridegroom who stood dashing had another wife who seemed to just watch from the corner. Humairah has been forbidden by Mama Rika to attend but this woman still chose to attend.

Humairah wants to measure up to where her heart and feelings that claim to be sincerely combined by Alif by watching the reception of the two of them that she never even felt.

Alif received the hand of his second wife Aisyah who had arrived, where a loud shout and applause accompanied the two to embrace, throwing a glance at each other. Looking very happy, Humairah saw it to be a smile that his heart was ready now to go to the household heresy that there would be three people in it.

Despite the chest stabbing pain, Humairah could only neutralize it by breathing long repeatedly, slowly retreating and turning towards the exit of the hotel ball room.

"Hi...."

"Oh sir"

"Don't call me master, I'm Daffa your husband's best friend" Daffa said.

Humairah smiled, she accepted and shook hands with her husband's friend.

"I'm sorry, does master Daffa know me?"

"Of course I know my best friend's first wife, don't call me Daffa"

"Oh sorry, that's not polite"

"Well, call me Daffa"

Humairah nodded, "Mas Daffa, well not bad either," Humairah smiled.

"Where are you going? Can't you see them tonight?"

Humairah shook his head, "I just want to get some fresh air, it's stuffy and boring here."

"Yes, of course, tired of seeing your husband and honeymoon making out"

Humairah laughed softly.

"That's one of the reasons"

"We don't know each other yet, but I salute you you're good at covering up your feelings, you're great Humairah"

"Aren't all the women in this world great, can be wives, can be mothers, can also be honey" Humairah joked.

Daffa laughed.

"I'll see Alif and Syasya, I hope you don't do anything silly tonight" Daffa joked.

"Did Daffa think I was going to kill myself?"

Daffa shook his head, "Not really."

"Or did Daffa say I was going to destroy this party?"

"Hmmmm can be"

"I'm not that bad"

"I can see it," answered Daffa looking at Humairah meaningfully.

They laugh at each other. Daffa said he wanted to congratulate his two happy friends tonight.

Humairah stepped out of the event where singer Rossa was entertaining invited guests with a song from a soundtrack film 'Verse of Love' entitled the same as the title of the film Verses of love.

I'm sorry I'm not perfect

This love is impossible to prevent

Love verses tell stories

My love for you

A piece of verse with lyrics that sound melodious when the diva sings it, slowly sluggish until Humairah is really shy from the excitement and affection of her husband at this time.

Taking a deep breath, then exhaling it slowly makes Humairah a little better, whether he really does not feel anything or even because it is too painful to feel numb.

He stood on the balcony of his room, overlooking the open space where the tall skyscraper stood majestically before him at this moment, the wind blew greeting her beautiful face that was increasingly withered either because of fatigue or because it was swallowed by disappointment.

Humairah changed clothes, she chose not to dissolve in sadness at the peak night of her husband's wedding. Because it's Sunday night why not just hunt culinary thought Humairah.

As if he got energy, he immediately dressed casually trying to entertain himself even if only one.

"Huh, it's lucky that I didn't intend to eat anyone tonight, otherwise I might have turned into a monster," Humairah muttered comforting her heart as she chewed on the food in her mouth.

He sat on a bench in a park not far from the hotel, he enjoyed the many visitors there through the long night full of smiles and gratitude and unwinded after working all day.

There are also buskers who are entertaining many people there including Humairah, a busker who is good at playing guitar instruments and drums, as if they are singing in a famous cafe. The melodious voice made Humairah amazed and smiled.

"Well, to comfort you here let us bring this song to you who are heartbroken, who are both or who are looking for a partner, if you can't also meet me," said one of their personnel.

Humairah smiled at him, as if he was watching life music in the caffe termama, no less also their voice from the famous singer of the country until Humairah felt one of them his voice was similar to the singer Judika. They are more like a band singing around town than they are called buskers.

"Buih is a tapestry, hopefully you like it," said the vocalist again.

The wind tonight..

Greeting my body..

But he could not cool the heat..

this heart..

Feels like this is my maleness..

With attitude..

Is it because of me.. 

human shortages..

It's easy for you to play..

Oh maybe this..

Can change the foam..

Which bleaches..

Become tapestry..

Like pinta.. 

which you said..

In the promise of love..

Impossible for me too..

Reaching the stars in the sky..

Who am I..

Just an ordinary man..

All of that ..

Really I ..

Unable..

My fault too.. 

because of falling in love..

A man like you is an angel..

I should've..

Reflecting myself..

Before the curtain of hearts..

I open..

To love you..***

Lamented already tears Humairah, why everything that happened tonight seems to be insinuating him.

Back the tightness again squeezed the chest, his hard-earned heart he collected into a whole now back broken, sore, painful, it is very desirable for Humairah to cry loudly to release what is held in her heart and feelings at this time.

Holding Humairah's chest trying not to remember how sweet and happy her husband was with the woman of her heart's choice.

Humairah, being only able to entertain himself, deceives everyone as if he was not hurt, but really he hurt his heart, bleeding his inner heart if not for love and did not want to humiliate his parents, he said, humairah wants to drown her marriage at the bottom of the ocean.

Patting his chest repeatedly, chewing snacks that he bought to the full of his mouth so that Humairah can control his feelings which are currently in the crowd of people who began to sing together.