"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 9

Humairah walked down the sidewalk one morning, today is Saturday where the internship in his office has been reported to the lecturer yesterday, saturday and Sunday are days that everyone who works five days a week looks forward to.

Weekends, vacationing with husband, and, children and families are common reasons for the mobility of office people and government and private employees to seek comfort from fatigue and fatigue working for the demands of life.

Like Humairah, on the sidelines of the internship that he shared with the start of his thesis this month, he still had time to find entertainment for himself, too, because he likes to play piano instruments, of course Humairah took the opportunity when he had the money as it is now.

Not a secret, piano lessons are quite expensive after all, which comes certainly more than among people are, who are, the children of the officials especially the children of the musicians they want their descendants also inherited their talents in music to hone again by giving tutoring to places and professional teachers.

Humairah does the same, though, money from an excess husband and of course because he wants to busy himself from the new household life he lived but has to test his patience as a young woman who is not too mature to face things this big.

He walked enjoying the breeze of the dry season, dry leaves seemed to continue to fall from the big trees on the roadside, the sun began to rise making women hooded in white with small blue flowers, blue flowers, the beautiful-looking red and yellow became his current crown.

Wearing jeans kulot combined with a plain white top that looks oversize to disguise the curves of his body, a small bag that he holds on the shoulder makes the appearance of Humairah like an ABG child only.

Until he stopped at a large two-story shophouse with glass design all over the front, the luxury shophouse read Andira Music Studio. Yes Humairah knows this music house from Lola whose friend became a security officer there.

His smile expanded, this was what Humairah had been waiting for for a long time, piano lessons so that his hands were more adept at playing keys that produced tone after tone that comforted his lonely soul.

Just about to step into the entrance by accident it was together with a man who was also going to enter there, they turned to each other.

"Humaha."

"Mas Daffa?"

"Hi" said Daffa smiling.

Humairah nodded, "Hi also mas Daffa."

"Come on, why are we so awkward. What the hell are you here for?"

"I'm here to enroll in piano lessons, today I just got a chance, then what about mas Daffa?"

"Me too" answered Daffa looking at Humairah.

"What a coincidence" Humairah said as they walked into the shophouse.

There was interaction between those who turned out to be both enrolled in the same class.

Since that day Daffa and Humairah met more often because their piano class three times a week was enough to make the two familiar.

Like today Humairah who was forced to accept a ride that Daffa gave because no taxi passed when the day was getting late.

During the trip they talked about musical instruments and about their piano lessons.

"really? Oh, I'm so happy for guys who play guitar, I think they're cool when they're picking strings," Humairah said, not expecting Daffa to be good at playing other instruments.

"Yes, very far from my profession, right? I used to be the vocalist of the band, but unfortunately no one accepted my talent until I switched to being a doctor only as an outlet," Daffa replied in a joking tone.

Humairah laughed softly, he shook his head not expecting that the handsome doctor beside him was a multitalented man, good at singing while playing musical instruments.

"Humaha"

"Hmmm yes?"

"Don't you feel that your life isn't fair?" ask Daffa who intends to allude about the household Humairah with his best friend Alif.

"Why do I have to think fair or not, to be able to breathe I am so grateful to Daffa, I do not want to waste my precious time lamenting what has happened, I feel like let this go as fate approaches me" replied Humairah smiling at Daffa who also turned to her and refocused on the road.

"I also if I can choose I also do not want to be like this Daffa, but mas Alif did not give me another choice"

"You're young Humairah, I know Alif because we've been friends for a long time but I don't think he's sacrificing a girl like you for his obsession"

"Huh, are we going to keep talking about them? Poor thing, they can choke later," joked Humairah who wanted to switch the conversation.

"We have arrived Miss" said Daffa smiling as he stopped in front of a simple house.

"Related to stop by?" hail Humairah again.

Daffa shook his head, "Other time, I have a night vigil. Say hi to your parents."

Humairah nodded, "I understand, doctor, I hope there aren't many patients you have to deal with, hopefully healthy for all of us."

"Amin, healthy number one isn't it?"

"Yes, polygamy number two" Humairah replied jokingly before exiting Daffa's car.

Daffa laughed softly, he waved his hand after making sure the woman entered the wooden fence of his adoptive parents' house, Humairah asked to be delivered there after getting a phone call from Aini's mother who missed him, until Humairah decided to stay there. Daffa passed by properly.

On his night Humairah had just finished dinner with two of his closest people since he was eight years old. Aini's mother stopped Humairah's hand cleaning the dirty dishes they had eaten.

"Darling, think about it again."

Aini's mother had shed her tears that she had been holding since the arrival of Humairah earlier, Ihsan's father seemed to stroke his wife's back.

"Mom, I'm fine. It's okay if my destiny was written to be combined, I'm more prepared now"

"I'm sorry Humairah's mother, because the matchmaking that mother wanted made my daughter hurt. I don't know if Nak Alif can be like this"

Aini's mother and Ihsan's father chose not to attend the wedding of Alif and Aisyah last week because they could not see Humairah hurt.

"Mom, believe me I'm fine. I don't want to embarrass mom and dad by being a widow after one month's marriage, of course it's not the right choice, for now, even choosing to separate as you suggested earlier is not also the solution of this problem, not all polygamy is bad ma'am I'm sure mas Alif will also accept me well over time especially he has also promised to be fair to us later"

Hearing that it really slashed Aini's mother's heart, he had suggested that Humairah just back away from marriage so as not to get hurt more, he had advised, he also does not matter if only bear the shame later than Humairah sacrificed his youth by sharing a husband at the age of marriage who should be sipping the sweetness of the moment of the newlyweds but what is obtained is not a thing acceptable to everyone.

"You should not hesitate to come home if Alif does not treat you well Aisyah, I do not like you to hide the pain for the sake of both of us who are worthless," said the father.

Humairah shook her head, "Mas Alif treated me well father, rather than mas Alif forging a bondless relationship with another woman it is better to officially share like this, she said, I'm serious my father is fine so don't raise the problem of polygamy that we're going to wade, I just need a prayer from father and mother"

Humairah explained that holding the hands of his father and mother as if convincing them that he was fine, even though deep down his heart was scratched by a deep wound, but he did not want his mother's father to feel the wound as well which Alif should not have given him.

After ending the conversation at the dinner table, Humairah returns to her room as a girl. He threw his body into his single bed after carrying out his duties as a Muslimah, a simple but quiet room.

Staring at the ceiling of the room, has not been able to close his eyes made Humairah open his social media page to immediately sleepy.

She frowned when she got the notification that her name was being marked in a post from a happy woman with her husband.

The photo of the men and women's interlocked hands showing the rings on both of their ring fingers appears in the upload, but the other man's hand appears to be holding a yellow object in a package.

The photo contains a caption 'This is the best cheese from Italy, for someone waiting there. Wait for us to bring this for you' made Humairah smile on her back, she knew Aisyah was insinuating her by pinning her account name on the photo.

"Yes, how else does cheese taste? Oh I see, maybe what Miss Aisyah means is honey-flavored cheese."

Humairah threw his phone in any direction, he pretended not to care. He grabbed a roll and hugged it hiding his face that was starting to reddish, his eyes were hot so as not to drip any more clear grains that seemed insignificant.