CHARM GIRL WITH HAZEL EYES

CHAPTER 12. HAZEL-EYED GIRL

"Not going to college, sir?" kayra asked Iqbal. After the departure of bi Surti and Pak Kusnan to the market, the girl decided to follow Iqbal who was completing his duties on the terrace. The young man was already much better than the first week of their marriage.

Iqbal raised his face, the young man immediately raised a sweet smile when he saw his baby looking at him with a sparkling look. "Neither Kay, the rector suddenly wanted an event to Semarang. So the meeting is on retreat again" Iqbal said. His hand outstretched to take Raissa from Kayra's sling.

"Where are you feeling Kay?" ask Iqbal suddenly. Different from the previous day, if previously he would have asked without staring at Kayra, then this time the young man chose to look at the person iris hazel Kayra.

"What about sir?" ask the girl. As if she didn't understand the question her husband was asking.

"Where are you?" ask Iqbal again.

Kayra sighed for a while, the two of them did indeed live on the same roof and walls, the material they shared the same bed with. But that doesn't mean they understand each other's feelings, right?

"Alright sir" Kayra replied as she was.

Iqbal gave a small nod, his hand pinched slowly on Raissa's nose. "Sorry Kay, please,"

Kayra frowned, a sign she herself did not understand the apology her husband had said. "Sorry for what, sir?"

"I'm sorry because as long as you're married to me, I haven't been able to make you happy" she said honestly. "From the beginning it was me who was wrong Kay, I shouldn't have let you come to bear this, even though Acha asked you without the slightest coercion," Iqbal took a breath for a moment. "Maybe if you don't marry me, you're happy with Azmi Kay" she said, leaving Kayra's lips tightly closed.

"We can't blame anyone sir, neither I, Iqbal or Acha, nothing's wrong" Kayra ventured to raise her face, the girl saw Iqbal who was also watching her. "Father said, the purpose of marriage is for worship. Not for anything else, and now I just want to follow what God has laid out for me. Not that I do not care about the happiness of Mr. Iqbal or Raissa, but if we continue to think about things that have passed like there will be no end," said the girl again.

"Wantas, what is your relationship with Azmi?" ask Iqbal.

"How could you ask another man, there-"

"Assynolt,"

The voice made Kayra peck in place, the girl had not even finished her sentence and now she was made petrified.

"Waallaikumsallam," answered Iqbal kindly without burden, their allies are still like a pair of friends like a few months ago. Iqbal moved from his seat, the young man carrying Raissa who was still in his arms. "How are you?" ask Iqbal. His right hand stretched out to hug Azmi's shoulder.

"Alhamdulillah healthy bang," replied Azmi.

Kayra closed her eyes, the girl bit her lower lip violently involuntarily. She had never imagined this could happen with her at all, how could someone who was now her husband and someone who still filled her heart stand face to face in front of her now.

"Kay?" iqbal's call made Kayra lift her face, even though she had not dared to look at Azmi's handsome face. "It's the same with Azmi" Iqbal said.

Kayra turned her head slowly towards Azmi, there was nothing different about the young man. He was still handsome, his complexion was also getting cleaner, it was just that his hair and mustache looked a little messy. "Yes?" ask Kayra.

Azmi smiled, a smile that Kayra still misses. "How are you Kay?"

"Alhamdulillah," answered Kayra briefly. He again lowered his head, avoiding contact with the owner of those jet-black eyes.

"I want to sleep with Raissa, sir" said Kayra. He did not disrespect the guests who visited his house. It's just that he's not ready to meet Azmi right now, there's still a lot he has to prepare. Mental and also an explanation, although Kayra is sure that Azmi has heard many stories from people outside there.

"Yes, papa, I'll make Azmi drink" said Iqbal. The young man handed Raissa into Acha's hands, involuntarily the two touched each other. And it was clearly visible in Azmi's eyes.

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"Sorry yes," said Iqbal, the young man opened the chat after a few minutes ago filled only with silence.

"Sorry for what bang?" ask Azmi.

"Gue has no intention of seizing elo mi happiness" Iqbal said.

Now Azmi understands, where Iqbal brought this chat. The young man leaned his back. "After I see your interaction now I know what to bang," replied Azmi.

Iqbal raised one of his eyebrows upwards. "You mean?"

"Gue yesterday ran out of the same father's mother's house" Azmi said. They both used to call Kayra's parents father and mother, just as she did. "I didn't want to give up Kayra bang, you know for yourself, right? I'm the same as Amel and Artar. And Tara? You still want Tara right, my sister," said Azmi.

"Why is Tara?" tanya Iqbal began to wonder.

"Tara often cried when she was alone again, she suddenly cried. Even almost every mallem he cry, ngalamun little he would be inget same Kayra who has married the same lo. And Amel," Azmi took a deep breath. "Even until yesterday I met him, he still said I want to be with Kayra rich father same mother, you know yourself right?" ask Azmi.

Iqbal nodded slowly. "Sorry mi,"

Azmi shook her head. "Before coming here I was determined to persuade you to separate the Kayra bang, evil the emang. It's up to you or the people out there want to do me what, want to say I love because lust is also up to. But obviously I'm sure, I'm the same Kayra still loves each other,"

In front of him Iqbal still silently digesting the sentence that Azmi threw for him, it was clear that the young man was storing his emotions.

"But now I realize," said Azmi again that makes Iqbal frowned confused because of the change in intonation used Azmi. "Acha's choice may be the best for Kayra. Wiggling your interaction directly earlier for me to finally learn sincerely, Kayra is too good for a rich guy I bang,"

"Lo can't say that" Iqbal said. "Lo really, until now still elo who occupied the highest throne in the heart of Kayra,"

"But elo her husband bang," Azmi replied, the young man rubbed the tip of her eye.

"Gue and Kayra have not been able to fall in love with each other" Iqbal said. "Although he is very similar to Acha, but in fact I am still too difficult for Lupain Acha mi. I still often imagine that Kayra is Acha, and that makes me almost crazy,"

"Lo was wrong" Azmi said. "Lo's wrong if Kayra's nganggo is the same Acha looks very similar,"

"You mean?"

"Their eyes are different" Azmi replied. "Kayra has a hazel eye color that's different from the person in danger and not everyone has it,"