Apparently, my best friend My in-laws

Chapter 15

Hose not how long, the incoming message notification is heard. Quinsha immediately checked her ignored phone for granted, after typing it briefly on the air.

Sheriff:

Marry me! To be quiet it's gone soon.

QUinsha immediately smiled as often as he got a friend to talk, even through chat.

Quinsha:

You're married, but it still looks lonely.

Sheriff:

Ahaa. Gun eat sir, this.

Quinsha:

Hihahi. I mean, deserted this group is just the two of us. When will the formation be complete?

Sheriff:

Insha Allah in a moment, Sha. Aura was conscious.

Quinsha:

Did ya?

Alhamdulillahot. Subhanallah.

Quinsha who had originally laid back to sleep immediately straightened her body. All praise and gratitude he said with all his soul, to Aura Aneshka who had found her consciousness after sleeping too long.

(Author: Sherin and Quinsha's story takes place simultaneously with Aura leaving Damaresh due to William's strategy. So that there are some Part in the story OF NO MAN'S LOVE, which is Part in MY LOVE HINDERED YOUR THRONE. Because the story is interconnected. And all of that is also meant for new readers who have never been to CTT, so better understand the flow, and at the same time interested in visiting CTT as well)

Continue on to Sherin and Quinsha who are busy exchanging typing in Group chat.

Sheriff:

I thought you were going to the hospital.

Quinsha:

The plan is so, but not because of many things.

Sheriff:

Anything yet?

Quinsha:

Tomorrow I tell you, in the hospital.You're going there too, right?

Sheriff:

Yep. Get me yes.

QUinsha:

Sheriff:

Still waiting for you, sir.

QUinsha:

Is this hour coming? Habits. I slept first, my eyes closed. Again, sir is coming.

Sheriff:

Yeah, hopefully.

After ending the conversation, Quinsha was soon able to grab her sleep. In contrast to Sherin who still remains awake, even until the night passes the midpoint. Because the husband who is being awaited has not come yet.

Actually, Sherin's really tired. He wanted to get his sleep tonight, but every time his gaze turned to the Calendar on the nightstand, on the 11th of February, at that very moment, his tiredness soon disappeared. And his drowsiness also flew.

Then the sound of the car stopped in the yard. Sherin immediately rushed to welcome her new husband home.

Alarick looks surprised after opening the door, it turns out Sherin is standing in front of him. “You haven't slept?”

“Why still ask, Mas? It's strange, if I wait for your arrival?” Sherin asked back while looking at her husband's reddened eyes. Indeed Sherin never absent waiting for the arrival of Alarick, every time her husband came home the night.

“No,” says Alarick while shaking his head. The smell of alcohol came out of his breath.

Tonight, Alarick arrives home in the early hours of the morning, and Sherin remains faithful. Now the man stood still, as if he did not know, what to do after that.

“you drink, Mas?” ask Sherin in a soft voice.

ALarick. Want to avoid it too, Sherin must have been able to smell the aroma of the drink. Sherin has often warned Alarick about drinking alcohol according to Islamic law. And he doesn't know about it either. Alarick is not a fan of alcohol, but at some point he seemed to need the drink to calm himself, or to forget something that until now, may still be imprinted in his heart.

“What's his birthday now?” sherin asked, looking at her husband inside.

“What?” Alarick asked back.

“Or maybe now your Anniversary?” sherin asked again without letting go of the face of Alarick who looked very tired.

“Every February 11th, I see you always like this, Mas. You're drunk, you come home late, and you're aloof, reluctant to talk to anyone. Is February 11th his birthday? Or your Anniversary date?” Sherin makes clear the meaning of the question, and this time he really wants to get an answer from Alarick

Alarick looked at his wife, stunned. He did not expect, if that detail his wife noticed. And being quiet, again that's an option. Alarick still refused to answer. He just represents the answer with silence.

“My answer, Mas!” pinta Sherin with a look of expectation. He had arrived at the point of tired, keeping the question in fret. She was bored in a troubled heart, whenever she looked into the eyes of her husband who was still ignorant of direction.

“No need to discuss this, Rin!” break up Alarick and immediately swing his steps to pass from the presence of the wife.

“I don't want to discuss, Mas. But I want to help,” Sherin explained.

“Help what?”

“If this is his special day, I'll let you meet him, congratulate him! Or pass the time with him!” Sherin paused her sentence by scooping her breath. Shortness, that was what he felt when he spoke. Which woman is willing to let her husband with another woman—and the much loved ones— even if only for a moment.