"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 74

Humairah clasped her husband's hand while staring with a soothing smile.

"Is it better?" asked Humairah to Alif who looked nervous with teary eyes.

The man did not answer but a nod of his head signaled to his wife that he was ready now.

Humairah smiled again, "Down now?"

"Yes" replied Alif briefly.

They get off the car, Humairah looks holding Alif's hand while carrying a basket containing various colored flower petals. They were going to visit the tomb of Ihsan and Ayesha's father.

At the center of the father who had raised his wife Alif began to cry in silence, there was a sense of regret for being late for the incident so that he could not prevent Aisyah from being cruel to the father who had nothing to do with their strange story.

Regret not having much time to mingle with his father-in-law, his mother's best friend so that he can meet and mate with an angel who continues to hold his hand at this time.

Sowing flowers, reciting prayers, cleaning the area around the tomb made Alif imagine moments of laughter with Ihsan's father on several occasions before he died, just a few occasions they can be a good son-in-law and in-law, too bad their safe time is too short.

Turning to the tomb of his ex-wife Aisyah, Alif and Humairah offered prayers, sowing flowers as they did on the tomb of Ihsan's father, but this time Alif was silent, just like he was, fixated on the painstaking Humairah plucking the weeds that grow the tomb area to look clean and managed.

"Darling, shall we go home?" alif asked when he caught Humairah's hand and cleaned it from the rest of the land and grass that made his wife's hand dirty.

Humairah nodded understanding the meaning of her husband's gaze that did not want to linger there.

They returned to the car with a sense of relief, after everything had passed, a relationship that was getting better by the day, loving each other clasping hands to look at the future.

Humairah happily continued to live with the man, the man who loved and was loved by him in a sacred bond of marriage.

They have just returned home from a nearly month-long holiday around several countries in Asia, in a sign of the return of the long-suffled knit of love, the honeymoon version of Alif and Humairah although not newlyweds anymore but this journey is really meaningful, intimate both as if inseparable which ends with performing umrah worship in the holy land.

Alif became upset when considering their first trip to visit the country dubbed the country of South Korea's ginseng, how not even though he was so lazy with Humairah who was a young woman in general who idolized the oppa oppa korea.

Attended several K-pop Idol concerts, visiting the filming location of the Korean drama which is again a hit at this time for the sake of pleasing Humairah even though in his heart he really does not like his wife idolizing those who he considers men who are even more beautiful than women, even though in his heart he really does not like his wife idolize those who he considers men who are even more beautiful than women, and the female idol is too cute there.

"Mas Alif see, if noticed your face is always flat and unfriendly when photographed. Just look at the picture so strange," said Humairah giggled when looking back at their moment in South Korea a few weeks ago.

Alif rolled his eyeballs lazily, Humairah always reviewed every moment that happened when they went on vacation.

"I don't like being king" Alif replied, upset as Humairah showed a photo of them wearing king and queen clothes worthy of a Korean drama.

"Well, wouldn't it be nice for the king to have so many concubines?" goda Humairah's.

Alif shook his head, "No, I only have an empress. One and forever," answered Alif smiling as he kissed the back of his wife's hand with one hand free from the steering wheel of the car.

"Oh..... I'm flattered," replied Humairah full of drama.

"Of stop looking at that photo, I'm in a bad mood there."

"Oppa Alif is sulking."

"Stop calling me that, it's laughable."

"Oppaaaaaaaaa oppaaaaa, oppa Alif.." seduced by Humairah again as she giggled.

"Oppa... Saranghae" said Humairah staring and leaning on her husband's arm spoiled.

"What's that?"

"Love words from Korean."

"What does that mean?"

"I love you Mas Alif" replied Humairah in a loving tone.

"I love you too, baby, now that we've arrived" replied Alif who had stopped his car in a normal place after giving a kiss on the top of his wife's head.

Humairah just realized that they had also entered the courtyard of the house.

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At night, under the dim light Alif was glued to the figure of a sexy woman wearing a lacy sleeping robe on the thigh, cleavage that looks really tempting. The beautiful scenery that he was accustomed to seeing as a bedtime, beautiful body and face as the cover of a tiring day.

Playing the piano skillfully, tone by tone Humairah sounded through the piano keys that his father bought a few months ago, this time he played the tone of the song 'Right Here Waiting For You' from Ricard Mark.

Melodious, reminded Alif of his wait for Humairah some time ago, waiting for Humairah to remember him, waiting for the woman to return to him.

Alif approached his wife after a jam song, which immediately greeted Humairah with a hug and kiss of lips that he always served every hour of their safety.

"I love you, Alif."

"I'm even more than that Humairah, you're my life."

"really?"

"Happy with me dear" said Alif with a deep look, ended by a long kiss scene that brought them back together in a hot bed as a tired and loving melancholy accompanied by rain that began to run rough outside the house.

A few months passed, though, warmth always enveloped the household Alif and Humairah even though there was no sign of the presence of prospective baby but both took the opportunity as a rodent relationship with always intimate together and know each other more deeply each other unencumbered by the desire for Humairah to get pregnant again soon.

Humairah is still working as usual to accompany the husband in work, as the mainstay secretary and work encouragement for Alif who is increasingly possessive.

Alif and Humairah were close together focusing on the laptop, discussing work issues, suddenly collapsed when Daffa entered without permission to bring a woman.

"Hi," said Daffa awkwardly.

"Hi, Daffa.... Come on, please," Humairah please let their guests approach.

"Who are you carrying this?"

Shamefully Daffa replied softly, "This is Aisha Sarah my future wife."

Alif was stunned by his wife.

"Don't look at me like that, we're the same. It can't be far from the one called Ayesha. It's embarrassing me."

"His calling is Sarah" continued Daffa again.