Bismillah I Chose You

Part 12 | Jealousy?

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم

"Jealousy is a sign of love. What if it doesn't exist? Does it prove there is no love in their household?"

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Shandra is so beautiful and graceful with a navy-colored hymns combined with ash-colored khimar. Not to be outdone by his wife, Farhan also wore a shirt, suit, and pants with matching colors to adjust the dress code worn by his wife. They look so good tonight.

"Let go of my hand!" said Shandra was so uncomfortable and uncomfortable when the right hand of the husband holding his friendly hand.

Farhan clucking. "Once in a while you're playing a game I can't?"

Shandra violently threw out her husband's hand. "Not to make a show. I don't like it!"

The twenty-seven-year-old man let out a rough sigh. "Don't protest a lot" he said, holding his wife's hand.

Shandra chose to follow her husband's request. Fighting in a public place due to trivial matters would only make him embarrassed. And he wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

"Hi," the voice of a woman in a fiery red mini dress teased the couple.

Farhan screeches not to see the arrival of his ex-girlfriend. "Gapain loe come here?"

"Yes meet you" he replied with a seductive smile.

"Loe's dirty hand on my shoulder!" farhan was so troubled and disturbed. He glanced at his wife who was displaying a flat face as usual.

'Is there not the slightest bit of jealousy in your heart, Shan?' his inner.

"I go to the toilet first" said Shandra, who was uncomfortable seeing a woman she did not know.

Farhan gives the code through the eyes, asking the wife to remain faithful beside him. However, Shandra did not capture the meaning of her husband at all. He stepped foot into the bathroom.

"Seriously that's your wife?" ask her with a soft tone.

"It's none of your business!" farhan said he did not like his personal affairs to be scratched by people who did not have interests.

Naughty Sarah's hand held Farhan's sturdy arm. "Give me a chance to fix everything" he asked with a silent look of hope.

Farhan brushed aside the rough hand of Sarah who had been presumptuous to hold it. "Don't disturb my household! What exactly do you want, huh?!" sentak Farhan who was already emotional.

"I just want to be back with you" he replied without sin and the slightest burden.

The man who was already the legal husband of Shandra laughed blandly. "Am I not wrong? Loe who went away I continue now with ease you say want to come back again with me. Healthy loe?!"

"I'm so sorry" he said, which made Farhan sick and inflamed.

Farhan turned the lazy eyeball. "Loe, how much money does it take?" ask so to the point. Since the reappearance of her ex-boyfriend, she suspects that Sarah has other interests that Farhan has not clearly known her motives. But he is convinced that female matre class Sarah must not be far from material and wealth.

Sarah shook her head strongly. "I don't want your money" he replied.

Farhan clucked in annoyance. "Keep loe what?"

"I just want you" he replied so confidently and steadily.

"Come, honey, we better go home now" Farhan asked the wife who had just returned. Shandra silently stared at her place.

The darling? Did he not hear wrong?

"Buruan, Shandra," whispered Farhan right in the ear of the wife who never stepped foot.

Shandra gasped and immediately followed in the footsteps of her husband, who was dragging her wrists roughly.

"Let go, sick. You hurt me!" shandra exclaimed as the two were already in the parking lot.

By reflex Farhan released his grip. "Sorry," he said.

Shandra did not heed the apology of the man who was her husband, she preferred to get into the car.

Sarah's? It seemed like the name was no stranger to Shandra's ears. His brain quickly recalled the conversation a few years ago with Siska, his best friend. She still vividly remembers the name, the woman Irfan and her husband held captive. There was a slight feeling of tightness in the chest when knowing that reality.

"Gue was the same he broke up about two years ago, because he was caught cheating on Irfan," he continued.

Farhan who was focused on explaining and driving glanced at his wife who looked indifferent. "Loe's angry?"

Hearing the question suddenly made Shandra focus her attention on her husband. The two fell silent for a moment, as their two eyeballs met a glance. "No. Why am I angry?"

Farhan smiled wryly at the wife's reply, like a huge rock was pouring down right in his heart. 'Loe's too confident, man! No way your wife's stiff loe jealous.'

"Udah forget," he said as much as possible to be relaxed.

After that brief chat, there was no more conversation between the two. They are busy with each other's thoughts and feelings.

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Dingan on Shandra's mobile phone made the couple aware of their respective activities. Farhan is cool with a flat screen attached to the wall, and Shandra is solemnly reading her thick book that makes her husband cluck dislikes. Activities at night that are never absent a husband and wife do.

Mamah In-law

Callings

"Assalamualaikum, son," she greeted him in a soft voice.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Mah," said Shandra replied to greetings from her mother-in-law.

"Are you the same Farhan? Mamah called her number is not active," said Fatimah.

"There, Mah is watching television" Shandra said as she looked at her husband.

"The habit of the child if again watching tv can not be disturbed," muttered Fatimah felt disliked by the bad habits of the son who always turned off his phone.

Shandra did not say, she was confused as to what kind of comment. Silence is the best option.

"Try you loadspeaker, honey," he asked the son-in-law.

Without saying much, the woman obeyed her mother-in-law. "Already, Mah."

"Farhan matiin his tv Mama want to talk seriously," said Fatimah when she heard clearly the sound of the television that her son was watching.

Farhan exhaled a rough breath. The soap opera she was watching was displaying a tense scene, and the mother easily told her to turn it off. "If you want to talk, yes just say it oruh, Mah. This responsibility is again exciting," his refute who is still focused on staring at the flat screen 24 inc in front of his eyes.

"Death now!" fatimah.

"Udah, Mah," she lied to her mother. He just shrank the volume. Shandra stared intently at the husband who was so relaxed lying to his own mother. But Farhan did not seem to care.

"How are you two?" his question began to mince.

Farhan clucked annoyed at the mother's word that always rambling. "Thank God be healthy, Mah," replied Shandra.

"To the point can't be, Mah?" continued Farhan who again got a death look from his wife.

Fatimah breathed a long breath. "Where has there been any progress?"

Shandra and Farhan frowned, confused. "If the name is clear, Mah. Don't play obscure codes," he said.

It feels like Shandra wants to stuff the mouth of the husband who said disrespectful to his parents.

Fatimah let out a long sigh before saying, "Is Shandra already pregnant?"

The couple compactly choked on their own saliva, even to the point of coughing. They were surprised not to hear horror questions from Fatimah. Both of them were silent and looked at each other in confusion. What do they have to say?

▪To be continue▪