"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 70

Humairah looked at her husband's back with eyes that looked red and wet, after Alif disappeared he sat alone in his work chair.

Swiping the face several times while beristiqhfar in the heart to neutralize his feelings at this time, the feeling of tightness that struck since the tension that occurred between Humairah and Alif her husband.

He stood towards Alif's desk drawer, opened it and took a figura from there. Long Humairah stared at the picture of herself and Alif in that small frame, the picture was filled with the sweet smile of both, and, embracing each other worthy of brothers not to mention if they are noticed their faces become similar when close together so no wonder Arya thinks they are sister, brother, it was a spontaneous free pose that happened when the Photographer gave them direction at the time.

Alif left the office, not knowing where to turn off his phone leaving Humairah who is now cleaning up the files on the table, receiving an important guest who should have met his boss, he worked as usual working smartly and carefully in cleaning up all the office problems today even though Alif was not there.

At night after one week Alif disappeared, not to the office, there was no news to have Humairah who controls all her husband's work in the office, the map that piles on the table, and the, several important meetings were all completed by Humairah well this week because there was no communication between Humairah and Alif after the quarrel that morning.

During his time at the office, Humairah did not deny he lost the figure of the aggressive boss, his seduction, his attention, the affection and love of the man who had not Humairah get one week, the face that made him upset and anxious from Alif he did not meet now, there was also a sense of disappointment and longing that fused because Alif had not contacted him since the day of their quarrel.

"Say love, do not want to part but now it disappears, mas Alif you are annoying," murmured Humairah annoyed himself.

Humairah cleaning mukena made of silk that just released from his head after performing mandatory isya' a few minutes ago.

The dim light was enough to make his heart full when he reopened the album of memories, a collage of wedding images. Humairah hid a smile while reminiscing about those times.

He gasped when he heard the knock of the door from the outside followed by the voice of papa Imran who called his name.

"Papa" Humairah said as he opened the door.

"Not slept?"

Humairah shook his head and replied, "Not yet sleepy, just finished praying. Papa needs anything?"

"Papa ngopi's company?" bargain papa Imran with her smile.

"Say you want to talk to me about something."

"Oh baby you're good at reading papa's heart, come on!"

Humairah nodded while receiving a helping hand of his father, the photo album he still held until out of the room.

"Make papa coffee, bring the album papa want to see it," said papa Imran on Humairah.

The woman could only chuckle, she gave the album and went to the kitchen to make coffee for her beloved father.

A few minutes later, the child and the father were talking casually together on the porch, occasionally joking. But now it looks serious when Humairah holds a paper given by his father.

"Humaha."

"Yes papa," sahut Humairah while wiping his tears after a long time he was fixated with a mediation summons for his divorce lawsuit some time ago which only began to enter a new round processed by the state court dated fallen tomorrow morning, it was because the hearing was postponed which should have been held a few days ago.

"Do you know what to be proud of the person who loves us?"

Humairah turned, he silently did not answer.

"Because not everyone can be like him. Not all men can love you like Alif" said Imran.

Humairah.

"You're mad at him, you're just as dishonest as you've remembered everything. Didn't you go with Arya on purpose to see your husband act?"

Humairah is still silent, he did do that but what makes Humairah disappointed is that Alif slandered Arya until he thought no-no, especially when he knew Arya was fired for personal reasons.

Humairah heard sentence after sentence that papa Imran said carefully. The water occasionally flows.

"If you feel your heart has lost half of it, then there are only two possibilities that will happen. Returned or replaced? All the choices are in your hands, son, papa talking like this is not forcing you, you know what's best for you, but you want what's best for my daughter, everything has passed. It's been this way, but we can change the way we react to it to stay happy."

"From hate to like, from refusing to accept, from crying to smiling, God willing your heart will be at peace, believe me Alif also does not want all this to happen, all has gone according to destiny. There is wisdom in every story."

"Maybe we wouldn't have met if you hadn't married Alif, didn't become honey to Aisha at that time, until their marriage we could have met and an inner bond followed us, papa felt it then. Honey come on."

Humairah wept again now, he confirmed in his heart about his meeting with papa Imran starting from the second marriage Alif, where he remembered the face of papa Imran when he recovered his childhood memories.

"Your heart is broken, Alif's heart is also broken because of all this. Doesn't the heart need to be broken in order to join with another heart, half your heart again your husband's heart, can't it complement each other like this?"

Papa Imran teases Humairah by putting his hands together to make a love symbol.

"Papa" whine Humairah.

Humairah smiled angrily in her tears, she stood up then sat on the long chair where papa Imran was sitting at the moment, she hugged her papa spoiledly.

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Today, Tuesday is right on the date of the call for the mediation of the divorce case of Aisyah Humairah and Alif Zayyan Pratama.

Alif got out of the car with lethargic steps, his face pale as if he had lost his passion for life. In reality Alif fell ill for a week and was hospitalized for four days for dengue fever, but he did not tell anyone except Daffa who treated him there.

His body looked thin from loss of appetite during illness, especially no one noticed him while in the hospital, hoping Humairah but he did not dare to be honest considering that the woman was angry and disappointed in him related to Arya until Alif chose to enjoy his pain alone.

Today, he forced to come so that mediation with a party that would only be attended by a lawyer Humairah went well, he was eager to buy time so that everything could be repaired, he said, but he did not want to force again Humairah to look at him.

Alif does not want to disappoint Humairah again if he continues to impose his will while the woman still wants to separate especially when this is also present other men who Humairah likes.

Taking a deep breath, Alif rubbed the corner of his eyes that had been wet while saying the name of his Lord in his heart asking for the best prayer for him and also Humairah in a new round of the fate of his household.

But just a few steps Alif stopped his mind and his heart was not in line, his feet were heavy to step leaving the parking lot towards the entrance of the courthouse, he turned back to his car.

Alif was crying there, he put his head on the steering wheel, his eyes were closed with tears soaked in his face, his shoulders were shaking withholding the sound of crying that wanted to get out, he did not want to divorce, she said, he did not want to be separated from the woman named Aisyah Humairah.

It hurts so much that Alif is suffering at this time, in the middle of his body which is not at all in good condition, his stomach starts to sting because it does not taste for breakfast followed by nausea due to stomach acid that begins to rise. Not to mention his heart that was not even necessarily what kind of pain it was as if it was numb at this moment.

Alif cried in silence, only the sound of sedu sedan was heard occasionally as his shoulders continued to tremble.

Without him noticing a woman had been sitting on the bench next to him at this moment, mouthing a smile since earlier.

Alif raised his face, took another deep breath to neutralize his feelings, he rubbed his face repeatedly and then he leaned back in his steering chair while looking up, looking up, his eyes were closed and he sat perfectly facing forward again.

Alif wiped his tears, then when he wanted to take mineral water beside him to wet his throat that felt dry, then he realized that there was someone beside him.

"Hi" said the woman.

Alif was so surprised even aghast from his seat.

"Maha?"

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