Bismillah I Chose You

Part 11 | Former Girlfriend

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم

"The nature of a woman is to wait not to disturb, even more so to become a new problem in the relationship of others."

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A week passed, since their return from the land of Siska's birth, both Shandra and Farhan were busy with their respective work. There is no change in their household, Shandra who tends to be more closed and does not care about the surrounding environment. And Farhan who does not want to mess around with such trivial things.

Meet and greet as necessary. They seem to forget the agreement that some time ago both agreed. Where Shandra invites the husband to mend the relationship, and with wide open arms Farhan accepts the offer. But in reality, it is just a word. Farhan who incidentally is the head of the family liberates what is the comfort of his wife. Likewise with Shandra who did not want to interfere in the personal affairs of the husband.

"Shan," call Farhan. Both are now sitting in the living room. Shandra is busy with her thick book and Farhan is busy with her favorite drama series.

There was no word given by the twenty-five year old girl.

"Tomorrow there is an invitation to inaugurate a new company my business partner," he said trying to provoke the attention of the wife.

"Then?" Just that one word was thrown at Shandra's thin lips.

"Yes, it is me" said Farhan.

Shandra caught a glimpse of the face of the husband who was beside her. "Why should it be with me?"

Farhan turned his body to face his wife. "Is it wrong to take my own wife?" he was the one who asked a question.

"No. It's just that I'm not used to going to such events" he replied honestly. He doesn't like crowded places very much.

"Gue don't want to know tomorrow you have to meet me," Farhan broke up unilaterally.

"It can't be like that. Tomorrow I have to go to the cafe, there are things I have to do," he said.

"It's not morning, Shandra, it's malem" Farhan said.

"I can not promise," he said, who resumed reading that had stopped.

Farhan snorted disliked. "It's so busy."

Shandra who heard that only glanced at a glance, without any intention to speak her husband's words.

The sound of Farhan's cell phone ringing disturbed the silence created between the couple. Lazily Farhan raised his call. "Why else do you call me?" farhan spray when he heard the voice of a woman across the street.

"Obviously dong. Kok ngegas that way," he said so casually and do not forget the tone of voice made as sweet as possible.

"Gue has no more business with you. So, I'm asking never to bother me again!" farhan.

The woman named Sarah who is his ex-girlfriend, lately often contact him. And it was very, very disturbing and made him sick.

"I still love you" he said shamelessly.

"I know you're disappointed, but you should know that my feelings are the same you are still the same and will remain that way" he said, which managed to make Farhan ride apoplexy. With his breath up and down he turned off the call unilaterally. Both of his hands were clenched perfectly, even his jaw had hardened from earlier.

"Who's calling you nights like this?" shandra asked as her husband sat down next to her.

"Nobody," he replied indifferently. The emotions were still very clear the man was feeling.

Without asking much more, Shandra decided to go inside the room. The sleepiness attacked him. "I go first" said the statement, which was answered by Farhan's nod of the head.

Farhan thought hard, how did he get rid of Sarah's kind of woman. He knows very well the character of his ex-girlfriend who has big ambitions.

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Take a leisurely walk wrapped in shirts, suits, and also material pants. Do not forget the tie and briefcase that increasingly makes the level of good looks and bravery Farhan increased. Sitting on the dining table chair with his wife who is now busy arranging food.

There was no warm greeting or smile between the two. Shandra prefers to get food for her husband. Now she has begun to enjoy her role as a wife, including serving and preparing for all kinds of her husband's needs. That's all, nothing more.

"Hows it? Is it salty or just sweetness?" shandra asked when she saw her husband eating his food.

Farhan smiled faintly at the wife. "No" answered Farhan.

"But kaya loe forgot to enter the seasoning deh. This is so bad" continued Farhan.

Shandra grimaces hearing the husband's words. Why does her cooking always make her husband's tongue tormented? Excess spices have been very frequent and now the cuisine he just lacks spices.

"Not forgetting to add spices, I deliberately reduce the dose," said Shandra. He was afraid of his cooking would be salty or sweet like some time ago. Therefore, he reduced it but it turned out that it only further destroyed his cooking.

"Gue had to rush to the office. No papa, isn't that food I'm not abisin?" farhan asked cautiously afraid of offending his wife.

"What's wrong" he answered. There was a hint of disappointment lingering in his heart. However, he did not want to be too late in his feelings.

"Loe grab a place to eat, keep moving there. Let me eat at the office" said Farhan when he saw a little disappointed in his wife's flat face. Two more months of living together made him understand a little more the character of the wife.

"No, you better leave now" Shandra refused.

"Don't protest too much. It's too late" said Farhan who made Shandra immediately follow his orders.

"Gue left first assalamualaikum," she said with a slight smile.

Shandra nodded and kissed the back of her husband's hand. The one thing he's done this week. "Wa'alaikumussalam."

Shandra stared at the passing of her husband who was lost in the corner. She was disappointed with herself, because until now she had not been able to open her heart to her husband. It felt so difficult and it was aggravated by the change in attitude of her husband who tended not to care, and seemed unwilling to improve her domestic relations.

Will her home life stay like this? Can't be repaired and maintained anymore?

▪To be continue▪