A Friend from Malaysia

White Aster

Ilham rubbed his face rough as Yola left him who was feeling ON. He knew this was not true, although it was almost a little more he and Yola would repeat their romance like in the green house at that time. Yola will of course reject him at this time with the status of those who have divorced even though actually Ilham has the intention to refer again with Yola after completing his affairs with Sonia.

"Pay a little more, Inspiration!" he muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Yola hurried to accelerate her footsteps into the apartment. Some people watched him with astonished eyes as he limped about barefoot.

Yola immediately pressed the elevator button before Ilham chased after her. His heart was pounding incoherently. He is still in love with Inspiration. Hugely. That's why his heart and body can respond to all that. But remembering Hafiz somehow made Yola feel very evil.

He had known that Hafiz loved him for a long time, even since they were teenagers. The man was loyal to be beside her until now. And it's not Hafiz's fault that Yola now feels like she's in a forced relationship. Wasn't she the one who had unknowingly asked to marry Hafiz? And she shamelessly threw herself at Hafiz, kissing the man even though she knew that Hafiz was her husband's sister. It was not Hafiz's fault that he accepted it with pleasure.

Love that claps one hand, when Yola gives it a chance, is not it wrong Hafiz that the dipper is now welcomed. And why is Yola now giving Ilham a chance?

Doldrums Yola took out an access card from her bag. But before he really swiped it suddenly the door of his apartment opened.

"Guil?" sapa Yola was nervous when she saw Hafiz's figure with her sturdy body opening the door.

Hafiz watched Yola from toe to toe. The woman was barefoot, her clothes were tangled and her hair was a mess. He looked sweaty and what was it?

Nyessie!!! Hafiz's heart was suddenly slashed by a sharp knife. He sees a kissmark from behind the collar of a work shirt on Yola's neck. Although it was a bit hidden, but Hafiz could still see it. Did Inspiration do it? Yeah, yeah, who else? It can't be that Hafiz doesn't know. Yola would not carelessly give her kisses and body to anyone other than Ilham. Or something to do with Inspiration, like when Yola kissed her that time. All because of inspiration.

Hafiz tried to refrain from asking. He did not want to lose Yola as his future wife. Therefore he did not want to rashly ask that. Yola must have done it because of Ilham's coercion, she thought

"Yola? You just kemane? It's late but you just got back, where did you come from? I've been waiting for you since. And where are your shoes?" ask Hafiz streak.

"My feet hurt so much Ndut, so I left my shoes in N-one" Yola answered lying.

"Who are you back with?" ask Hafiz. In his heart he knew the answer. But somehow he still wanted to know the answer that Yola would give.

"I'm alone, Ndut. Yes, I want to go in first. I'm tired and hungry. You didn't bring me food, Ndut?" ask Yola while going inside.

"You clean-clean your body first. Take a shower, it's night. After that, I can take you out to eat" said Hafiz.

Yola nodded and rushed inside to take a shower. He couldn't look at Hafiz's face.

Meanwhile, Hafiz is still outside Yola's flat. He was leaning against the wall near the door. If his guess is true, soon the inspiration will come.

And sure enough, shortly from the end of the corridor, where the elevator was, Hafiz saw it. Brother, her ex-husband Yola, and who is now her love rival. Ilham also now saw it and slowed his footsteps a little before he finally decided to stop in front of the door of his flat next to his flat Yola. Hafiz couldn't wait to get close before Ilham walked into his apartment. He should give this man a warning

"You're really shameless!" he spoke to Inspiration. "If you want Yola to be happy, you better leave her alone, never bother her again!"

Inspiration smiled thinly.

"You must know yourself a little. Yola it's your sister-in-law! How do you not have any shame in having feelings for her? And now you want to marry her? Ape you can't get another woman to be your wife until your own sister-in-law you want to hope for?" imham said in a mocking tone.

"Yola is a special woman to me. I'm just thinking of him as Yolanda Gunawan. No relationship with you! Ape you said that? Sister-in-law? Whoie your wife? Yola's not your wife anymore! Are you your sister? I'm not a member of the Nirwan family anymore! So Mr. Inspiration, you say please get a little filtered! Yolanda and I will get married after the end of their marriage. If it wasn't for that I'd married her since you divorced her that day! You got it?" reply Hafiz.

Inspiration again just a cynical smile impressed mocked.

"Dream it, Fat Ehsan! That's not gonna happen. Yola and I love each other. No one can dispute that. I'm the only man in his heart and I won't make him refer to me for long. Don't expect too high, sister! You'll fall, get sick! You're only fooling yourself if you stay with him" led Ilham.

"You ...."

Hafiz still wanted to retaliate but locked her out when she heard Yola shut the door of her apartment.

"We're leaving now, Ndut!"

Yola only wears jeans and a shirt with a turtleneck. It was obvious that he wanted to hide the sign of possession that Ilham made around his neck.

The smile on Hafiz's lips turned to look at the woman. He drew himself closer and whispered to Inspiration.

"Whatever ape you're kate. But I'm the one who's with him now, you want something?"

Ilham clenched his fists holding back angrily as Hafiz picked Yola up to the door of the apartment and clasped the hand of the woman. While Yola herself was unable to look at Ilham after what they both did earlier in the car. It's so crazy! It felt like Yola wanted to bury herself to the bottom of the earth.

And Yola could only look down as Hafiz linked the fingers of the two of them and walked past Ilham.

"You want to eat dimane?" ask Hafiz.

"Hmmm .... No matter what," Yola replied stammered as her tail stared at Ilham who was looking at her with intimidation.

***

After Yola and Hafiz left, Ilham entered his apartment unit and slammed the door in annoyance. If Hafiz was not the sister he loved from a long time ago, maybe this man has been sprawled because of battered. It also made Ilham not wince when he saw Yola kissing Hafiz, in front of his house at that time. His affection for his sister could defeat his jealousy. There are many things that I want to take care of.

Inspiration had already known that Hafiz was not his biological sister. When Andini went missing, she was 7 years old. The memory is working well. Of course he could see that his sister who was supposed to be a girl suddenly became a man after she disappeared after a few weeks.

*Flashback*

"Ilham, starting this mase, Hafiz is your sister. She's cute, right?" mama Zubaidah said at the time.

Inspiration was fixated on staring at the puffed-up baby boy who was in his Mamah's lap.

"Mama, where's Andini? This is not Ilham's sister!" reply Ilham who was so innocent when he was the age of Ammar.

Zubedah felt stifled to hear his son's question. But he tried to hold it in order not to confuse Inspiration.

"Mama exchanged Andini with Hafiz. You remember not before? You don't want to have a sister because you can't play football, Ilham remember?" mamah asked while stroking the hair of his eldest son.

Little inspiration remembered it, and was sad afterwards.

"But Ilham now likes Andini. She is cute, beautiful, Ilham's friends also like Andini, Mamah. I love Andini too. Where is Andini, Mama? Poor Andini, she will miss which kind of kite?"

This time Mama Zubaekah could no longer stem her cries. He hugged Ilham while still holding Hafiz in his arms.

"You need to ask Andini again, ye? Hafizlah your sister now. And you also have a baby sister who is no less beautiful. You must be suke for her later," said Zubaidah on the sidelines of his sobs that had begun to subside.

Inspiration scrunched his forehead in wonder.

"His baby sister's coming back? Where's the other baby, Mamah?"

"He's not here. He's in Indonesia there. Later if Ilham leave school, I'll look at your cute sister. Her name is Yolanda."

Inspiration to remember all that now. And now she's laying her body on the couch with her legs hanging. The fear goes back decades.

"This is the baby sister you mean. She's pretty, right?" ask Mamah.

"Hu uh," replied Ilham as she stroked the elus cheek of baby Yola.

The 6-month-old baby laughed as Ilham invited him to play. Together with baby Hafiz, the three play on the floor of the Gunawan family home.

"Ah haha .... It seems that Yola's sister is very fond of Ilham's brother. What's this like? It seems that you guys are indeed fooled Mamah look," said Zubaidah as he glanced at Ratih who only smoothed knot.

"Stupid?" tanya Ilham did not understand.

"He em's. You ask Makcik Ratih, can Yola kite bring back to KL for brother Ilham?" Have Zubaidah look at Ratih again.

Since Yola and Ilham were very small back then, Ratih simply thought it was not something he should worry about. After all he understood the feelings of Zubaidah who lost his son.

"Makcik, can you go to Yola's sister with Abang Ilham to KL?" tanya Ilham innocently obeyed his Mamah.

Ratih smiled and stroked the hair of a handsome boy who he said would be Yola's husband in the future.

"Maybe, dear. But wait for the big Yola first. And Abang Ilham was a diligent school, so that he could lead N-one, then came to pick up Yola," said Ratih.

Ilham nodded and returned to look at baby Yola.

"Yola's sister hurry big, big, big so you can invite you to KL, huh?"

Inspiration kissed the little baby's cheek.

3 Years later, Yola and her parents visited Kuala Lumpur. Ilham who was living with Atok happened to meet Yola. Meanwhile, Mamah, Papah and Hafiz lived in Sarawak.

"Ilham, who do you remember?" ask Atok who just came home from school.

Inspiration immediately kissed the hands of Abhimanyu and Ratih.

"Yola's sister! This is Yola's sister, isn't it Makcik?" tanya Ilham pointed to Yola who was then 3 years old.

Ratih.

"The more beautiful you look at Yola ni" she told Yola who stared fearfully at her with a cute face.

"Have you forgotten brother? This is brother Inspiration, you forgot to?"

The 10-year-old boy tries to persuade the little Yola to get back close to him.

"Jom, brother show you brother's toy. You must be suke!"

Inspiration took him to the room showing his toy collection. But nothing appeals to little Yola. Until finally Ilham brought Ilham out of the house to walk around the complex that is not crowded.

"That's, Yola wants i-tu!"

"You want ape?" ask Ilham.

"That's .." point to Yola.

Inspiration saw where Yola's index finger was pointing.

The little garden belongs to his neighbor. The famous neighbor. A flower? Yola wants flowers?

"Emmm, Yola, kite find flowers elsewhere and. Or I'll just buy it at the flower shop. Atok kate Kite will travel to Petronas. Later in the middle of the road, can I buy flowers like that," persuaded Ilham.

"I don't want to. Yola wants that! Want it!"

Unable to bear the whining of Yola, Ilham finally stuck his hand out of the fence to reach the flower. He could grab a red rose and pluck it.

"Yola wants the big one, brother! Yola dak wants to do it. It's got a dulian," Yola refused.

Patih likes to plant flowers. Yola liked it too. Even though he was a child, he knew that the rose had thorns.

Having no other choice, Ilham finally determined to climb the fence of his neighbor and hurriedly plucked the white daisies that Yola meant. After successfully plucking a handful of flowers in his hand, Ilham immediately climbed the fence again to get out of the yard of the house. But ....

"It's very nice of you to be inspired! You steal the flower of the aunt who planted with difficulty and expensive also the price. Since when did you learn to steal?"

"A- aw .... Sorry, Aunt!" Inspiration grimaced as his ears were on the jewer by the aunt.

"God, god! Call Atok you're here!" yell that aunt.

"i-yes. Take it off, Aunt! Inspiration to love the flower first for Yola's sister, Ilham will call Atok," said Ilham pleaded.

The aunt looked at Ilham.

"Sister?"

"Twh ...."

The aunt who had not had a child for a long time was suddenly excited to see Yola.

"Oh my goodness, cute. Beautiful very she Inspiration! This is your sister?" the aunt asked and immediately went out to see Yola. "Little boy, are you suke with flowers to? Let's go see the flowers at Makcik's place!"

Long they were in the place of the Uncle until Atok and the two parents of Yola panicked because they were not in the house. Until finally they saw Yola and Ilham in a neighboring house which is only two houses away from Atok's house.

"You're here rupanye," said Atok wonder.

"Hehehe, yes Uncle," said the aunt. "Ilham brought me a saye flower for this little girl. Whose son is this, uncle? Very cute! He and Ilham mismatched very saye look. But not like a big brother."

"Design. Die the future wife of Ilham of Jakarte."

"Sir, it's a joke ...." The aunt giggled to hear the two boys being betrothed.

"Not kidding. Yolanda was the future wife of Ilham. In the front mase, Yola who will accompany Ilham "

"Haaa? Right to?" Mouth until gaping.

Atok Yahya smiled as he nodded. He extended his hand to Yola to hold her.

"Jom, back home, Atok's daughter-in-law's granddaughter!"

*flashback end*

Ilham raised his arm that had covered his eyes in a lying position. It seems he remembers everything now. Yolanda was her little girl from a long time ago. Only he can be with Yola. About Hafiz he will think about it later how to persuade Hafiz to release Yola. The most important thing now is to clean up the problems that have been protracted since long ago.

Inspiration reached into the cell phone in his pocket. Then opened the email Sonia asked for and her passwor a few days ago. Then he typed the message and sent the message to someone who had indeed become one of the contacts in the email.

[Sir Y, my in-laws want to meet Andini. What should I do? He kept pushing me, or else Inspiration would divorce me. Help me!]

Ilham sent that email to Mr.'s contact. Y. Unexpectedly, it turned out that the email was immediately replyable.