A Cup of Black Coffee

Chapter 9

Azam frowned in surprise at my explanation, then he looked at Hulya who was looking down.

"Bu Hulya there's a need with me? Why not just say it straight away?" tanyanya's confused.

"For I must be with Azam sir" as I.

The scar on his forehead is getting clearer, I think he's really confused.

"What's the matter, Miss Hulya?" tanyanya gently.

I chose to keep quiet about the interaction of the two. After this I don't know how broken your heart is. But you yourself are looking for disease, so just enjoy it, I said.

Hulya then turned to me, I just threw my face away, reluctant.

What care? At least I've come like a loser here, so don't expect anything more from me.

"Mas Azam .." said Hulya, I saw him take a deep breath, and then slowly throw it away.

"Since I liked Mas Azam, I ... Loving mas Azam," he said steadily there is no doubt.

Azam gasped, his eyes perfectly rounded, fortunately he did not gawk.

When Hulya said that, my heart fell on thousands of knives, it hurt. I feel betrayed, I feel deceived, I feel humbled by it.

Azam did not answer, he looked at me pity. I know he would do that to me. It's sad, isn't it? She must have not expected that I would have no pride at all in front of Hulya.

"You don't joke, Miss Hulya! Next to you is your husband, with the heart You express Your feelings to Me?" cecar Azam who actually looks angry.

Hulya cried, not even a little bit of my heart was moved to comfort her.

"You're a woman and you're a teacher, that's what you do!" connect the fiery Azam.

Hulya rubbed her tears, sobbing she answered Azam's words which mocked her.

"Am I wrong to love you Mr Azam? I held it for a long time, when we went to school together, was I wrong if this feeling could not go away even though I was married! Answer me! What's my fault!" the pekik does not accept blame.

A few pairs of eyes stared at us, again I threw away my face no matter what.

God, I've never fought for a woman in my entire life. Now it's as if Azam and I are taking Hulya.

"Pacify yourself Ms. Hulya. I think you already know my answer. Of course it's wrong. You are married, should bury your feelings deeply—"

"I also want to forget you Azam! Want to, really want! But I can't!" the stuff is getting louder.

"Can you lower your voice Hulya! It's embarrassing!" as I finally saw a few pairs of eyes as if sneering at us.

He covered his face with both hands, his cries getting louder, but neither I nor Azam tried to calm him down.

If Azam might seem unconcerned, it's different from me. That should be my job. But I myself am enduring the pain of his actions.

"Thank you for your feelings Ms. Hulya. As Bu Hulya knew, I was getting married. After this I hope you can appreciate Ragil. He's a good man, don't treat him like this, don't let you regret it later on" he suggested, rising to his feet.

I also got up in his honor. But just as Azam was about to leave, Hulya raised her face. Staring at Azam expectantly.

His face was red. Maybe he held back his anger and shame, whether he still had shame.

"Is there really not the slightest taste for me Azam mas?" her mother really embarrassed me.

Is he Hulya? The woman that I consider Soleha dares to sulk begging for love in a man that is haram for her.

"There's no Bu Hulya. I used to think of you as a little sister no more than that. All I love is Sarah" she explained.

If I were Hulya, I would be so ashamed. He was totally rejected by Azam.

But honey, I don't know what Hulya was thinking, she just got up and hugged Azam in front of my eyes.

God, my request for her to keep her boundaries completely broken, I can't figure out where her brains and feelings are going.

I saw Azam trying to let go of his embrace, Hulya's energy of course lost to Azam.

Azam managed to release Hulya's embrace until my wife fell on the floor.

"MAS!!" pekik Hulya was shocked.

The waiter approached us hearing our commotion.

Azam just apologized to them and left us without a word.

It was only me and Hulya who were still crying while sitting on the floor.

I flinch, what am I supposed to do. After taking a breath and calming down, I finally approached Hulya.

His behavior made us into spectacle material, very, very embarrassing.

"I'm sorry, ma'am" I said to the waiter, who also looked upset.

"Please go, I'm sorry, you're bothering other visitors" he said.

I make sure I don't go to this cafe anymore, not because I'm upset with the waitress, but because this bad thing will always haunt me.

"Wake up, when will you cry like this? Should you have prepared yourself with this possibility? Don't forget I warned you earlier, but you seem to be overconfident" I said flatly.

I pulled his hand to get up, he didn't refuse. We walked out of the cafe with the whispers of the visitors.

Arriving in front of his car, I asked for his car keys. Obviously I had to drive him, there's no way I'd let him drive in this mess.

"Where's the key?" my door raised my hand. This was my first time riding in my wife's luxury car. I never borrowed the car.

Even in precarious circumstances I prefer to use ojek.

Fragrant, neat and clean that's my assessment of the state of Hulya's car.

After he got in the passenger seat I called Hendi to take my car.

I have to wait for my best friend to come over to give him my car keys.

In the car Hulya was still crying and I didn't want to comfort her as Hendi suggested.

It's nice, if he only expresses his taste to Azam, maybe I still accept it, but what? He begs and forces Azam to accept his feelings, isn't that crazy his name!

Before long Hendi came, when I saw him, I got out of Hulya's car and approached my best friend.

"Where?" tanyanya.

"I have to go home, I can't possibly let him drive alone. I don't think I'm coming back anymore" my dear.

“Already expected,” he said in passing.

Hendi who knew my mood just nodded without continuing.

When he got back in the car, I think Hulya had calmed down a little, visible from her face that she had not covered.

Only the tissue he still held to wipe his nose fluid.

"All your fault!" said suddenly.

I turned my head, really not my gut feeling if he blamed me.

I can only smile bitterly. Whether to continue here or I should hold back my anger and vent it later when we get home.