Befawa, Incorrect Marriages

Part 25#Between Two Hearts

Ameera leaves the hospital unbeknownst to anyone, including Ryan and Lee. The woman just wants to get clarity from the results of absurd thoughts that increasingly make her heart uneasy uncertain. Although for that he had to play cat-killingan by avoiding meetings with sisters and doctors who pass the same hall.

"Taxi!" call him as soon as he got outside the hospital gate with his arms waving to make a taxi car coming from the right stop in front of him. Then he rushed inside and did not forget to close the door a little hard so that the meeting without having to repeat.

The eyes looked back at the customer's beautiful face but when the outer cover was revealed was the hospital's clothes, "Miss ran away from the hospital?"

"Sir, Sir. Please take me to Jalan Gelatik number three house with purple light with leather tree wuluh in front of the yard." Ameera explained in detail the address she wanted to address. "Don't worry, sir. I'm just gonna borrow some money from the temen to pay for the drugs, hehehe."

An innocent face with a sad eye makes Pak taxi driver mangosteen to say yes without wanting to interfere. The forty-year-old man only feels sorry because in this world there are still many people who do not have a sufficient life.

As a fellow human being he could only help by delivering the girl to the address mentioned. The man did not know that Ameera was the wife of a famous businessman who could even build his own taxi company. Even so sometimes it is better to be an ordinary person but live a quiet life.

The trip for thirty felt so fast that it did not feel the taxi car stopped in front of a house painted in light purple according to the description given by Ameera. The woman went down and asked the driver to wait because he did not hold any money. Footsteps walk to the house without a fence in front of the eyes.

I don't know how long it hasn't come but today it's back to where all of his life began. Without wanting to delay, he knocked on the door following the rhythm of the code that had always been a symbol of his presence. Surely no need to wait long heard the sound of the door lock opened, then greeted the head that poked out of the darkness.

"For the money, I haven't paid for a taxi" Ameera asked without further ado to make the person inside the house take the wallet and hand it over to her. "Wait a minute."

The woman finished the business with the taxi driver, then rushed back into the house. A simple house that can give everything even if not luxury. The gaze of the eyes circulated the gaze traced to every corner of the room that could be reached by the eyes without difficulty.

"It's still the same as it used to be, go to the room and change your clothes!" tell the voice of the kitchen who was somehow busy making what but so attentive to Ameera who must have gone from the living room to the room.

For a moment stop stirring the fresh drink he just made. Long breaths tried to neutralize the feeling that felt raging erratic thrashing. Ameera had not seen her for a long time but suddenly she appeared at the door dressed in hospital clothes. What happens until things seem to get worse.

No time kept going until suddenly the clap on the shoulder with a warm smile melted all his curiosity. "Your drink," a glass of avocado milkshake with vanilla ice cream toppings was given to Ameera's hand. "Where are you talking?"

The two walked in unison with their hands holding fresh drinks but only Ameera, while the man in the gang wanted nothing more than to wait for the outpouring of the heart of the dream girl who now had many lives. It does not take long to get to the host room because the house only has five rooms.

"The smell is still the same, like the smell of your body, Ka." Put the glass on the nightstand, then sit on the edge of the bed, then take a pillow used as a backrest. "Uncle, how's sister's room?"

"Ok, you're alone? Don't tell me ok if you come here with the patient's uniform." Glances of eyes turned towards the top and subordinate of the blue clothes lying on the bench in front of the dressing table.

What should be hidden by him when the circumstances alone can no longer be tolerated. For him, the trust was only for the man he considered to be his brother, where the man now looks away and does not want to look at him. He knows the disappointments of the past are still in his heart.

The heavy hand that was crossed, he let go. Then grasped and rubbed lovingly, "Ka Yoseph, I'm sorry but my brother knows how I am at that time. Please don't be like this because you can be where I go home."

"Senja, I don't want to discuss let alone argue about that time. Just tell me why you're here because I'm not so patient as to want to ... Never mind. Please speak," Joseph held back despite the rumbling in the heart clearly wanting to argue affirming the past he could not forget.

But he is not a loser who can put forward the ego of a man just to win the heart of a woman. What had happened between the two of them, could be said to be the mistake of one night but would never be forgotten. One question is whether Ameera thinks it was a mistake or just the wind.

"Actually I was confused about where to start, Ka" said Ameera made Joseph turn to look fixedly at him without even blinking. A serious gaze unsheathed the pent-up sense. "It's a matter of my old job and my new household."

There was no response but a diversion of gazes that looked back at the empty wall ahead. The sound of regular breathing indicates everything is still normal without any emphasis. Seeing that, the woman began to tell a story that the world thought was not good but life was always about struggle.

Joseph listened without pausing, let alone asking questions. The man had only been a loyal listener until he forgot the time until two hours had passed but Ameera had not finished with a life story that sounded quite runnyam. While elsewhere suddenly there is a furore that makes new couples have to justify the relationship right then and there.

Who would have thought suddenly there was a raid that turned a beautiful plan into a household heresy. Not intending to be trapped in a dying relationship just that, it is impossible to oppose the circumstances that have cornered the position of the two. Want, do not want to have to hold a wedding without preparation.

"I accepted her marriage and marriage ...,"

The sound of the hijab suddenly disappeared can no longer be heard as soon as the volume of music was raised. Just let the sacred promise be heard by others who need relationship recognition, "I want to go to the toilet but when is all this done?"