Black Stain My Husband

His sister's best friend

It is not easy to approach a woman. His handsome face was able to charm the girls, but it was different from Rima who seemed to have no interest in Agha at all.

Evidently when he drove the girl home, there was not a bit of talk. Though, Agha had started the conversation repeatedly, but was answered briefly by him. 

That was what made Agha even more uncertain and would retreat before fighting.

Now he resigned and did not want to be too urgent. Following God's scenario, accept fate without complaining. Perhaps his loneliness will teach many lessons until he is ready to become a husband. 

"You really want to buy me something to eat today?" Aidin who got the call from Agha was excited.

Zahra listened to their conversation which sounded very familiar. Not a bit of mention about bad things or something that plunges.

"Sorry, Ghar. My son cries, I'll call you back." Aidin disconnected his connection when he heard Zada's melodious voice. He immediately lifted the tiny body from the box, while Zahra was busy pumping her milk. 

"Where are you going, Mum?" zahra asked without looking. Deliberately turned his back on the man, fearing that yesterday's events would repeat themselves. 

"You eat at Agha's restaurant." 

"He's got a restaurant?" Zahra.

"Yes, it just opened a week ago. We'll be there sometime." Aidin tried to peek at Zahra's activities, but it seemed that the woman already knew the action to cover her chest with a towel. 

"When have you and Agha been together?" ask Zahra kepo. She wanted to know how close her husband was to the man. 

"They were very close." Miss Lilian answered. 

"Eh, Mama." Zahra was surprised and buttoned her clothes after the bottle in her hand was filled with milk. 

"Agha used to sleep at home with Aidin. They're sticky like stamps. Everywhere is always together" said Mrs Lilian. 

"Kok I've never seen ya, Ma?"

Aidin grabbed Zahra's body, eager to get her to wrestle in a blanket, but she still had to fast. 

"You don't need to see him, Deck. Just look at me as one."

Zahra tried to escape from her husband's embrace, embarrassed to see Lilian's mother. However, it was futile because Aidin would not let it go so easily. 

In the restaurant 

Agha walked out of his room when he saw the commotion outside. It splits the crowd between visitors and waitress. 

"What's this?" agha asked looking at the back of a woman who was bowing. 

"It's my fault, sir. I accidentally spilled a drink on the shirt." a waitress pointed at the woman in front of him. 

"Grandfather, Mb_" The woman stopped her words when she saw Agha. 

"Sir Agha?" greet the woman. 

"Rima, so you're the one who got spilled." 

Rima rubbed her wet clothes. "Yes, Brother. But no papa, just a little wet." 

Agha pulled out her phone and contacted someone. Everyone back to their seats.

"Sit down first, let me get you some food. Today I'm willing to be a waitress for a pretty girl like you." 

The voice of Rima who refused the service of Agha was simply vaporized in the air. The man didn't touch her and kept taking food from behind. 

Rima who became the center of attention of other visitors embarrassed half-dead getting special services from the restaurant owner. Isn't that something that happens rarely? In fact, very impressed in their eyes.

"Please Miss! If it feels like there is less, can complain to me directly." 

"Friendship dong, when I eat alone."

Without ba bi bu, Agha sat down in front of Rima and accompanied the girl to eat her dishes. 

A man came to Agha. 

Agha accepted it and signed it as evidence of the recipient and opened it in front of Rima. 

"After this you change clothes, do not wear wet clothes, then catch a cold." 

Rima's fine feathers goosebumps. This was the first time anyone noticed it in such a way, even meeting Richard several times even the man never asked anything. 

"But I really don't papa, brother." Rima refused, from the bottom of his heart he did not want to trouble others. 

"But I want you to change clothes. I don't want this restaurant to be tainted because the owner is not responsible with his customers, okay. Don't resist!" Agha. 

Rima nodded, he did not like to argue, let alone with Agha who was more mature than him. 

Rima finished her meal without protest. Because, the cuisine in the restaurant was really shaking the tongue as said one of his classmates. 

Actually the goal came to meet his friend, but somehow until the food ran out even the people who were waiting for had not arrived. 

"Rima.." call a girl from the front. 

Rima immediately turned his head when he saw the person he was waiting for. 

In contrast to Rima who enthusiastically welcomed the girl, Agha covered her face with the menu book that was in front of her. 

He wanted to leave, but his pace lost quickly to fall and sit back in place. 

"Isna, why are you so long. I've eaten." He pointed at the empty plate in front of him. 

Isna did not pay attention to Rima's words, instead she was curious about someone who had just covered her face. 

I know him, but who does?

Rima was confused by the strange attitude of Agha and also Isna. He saw the two of them alternating. 

Wow wow 

At once Isna snatched the book until the handsome face of Agha appeared. 

"Sister!" isna's strangling grabbed Agha's hair. 

"Why is this, Is? You know Agha's sister?" ask Rima curiously. 

Agha was just silent. Accepting the anger of Isna sincerely. 

Isna took off Agha's hair violently until several strands stuck between her fingers. 

"He's my brother, Rim. I asked for anterin him but he said he was busy, there was a client there was important business, it turns out, uh it turns out, he is here relaxed with you." Isna patted her forehead. 

Worth their faces were similar, it turned out brother. 

Rima held back laughter looking at Agha's disheveled hair. He did not expect the man who had been good to him was the brother of his own best friend. 

"Next time you can scratch my face, but remember not in public." Agha gave a firm warning to his sister, even if he was wrong, still lowered his image. 

"I've got a comb, brother."Rima took the comb out of her bag and gave it to Agha. 

The man instantly tidied his hair to restore his matchless good looks. 

"When did you guys know each other?" Isna drank Rima's juice. I was thirsty first because I saw Agha. 

"Yesterday, it happened that Agha's sister played at Aidin's house, and at that time my motorcycle tire leaked, so he wanted me to go home," said Rima honestly. 

Isna nodded in understanding. 

"Had been combed with him?" tusky. 

"What the hell?" Agha did not accept, menoyor jidat Isna with a comb handle owned by Rima.