CHARM GIRL WITH HAZEL EYES

CHAPTER 7. THE SAME BED

Kayra stared at her reflection in the mirror, after putting all her clothes in the closet in Iqbal's room, the girl did not immediately lay down her body. Instead of sitting quietly in front of a mirror that paints her beautiful face.

Pleased? I don't know what Kayra is feeling right now. In fact it all felt so sudden for her, she who suddenly had to marry Iqbal, and now Iqbal who was somehow possessed suddenly asked her to move to the upper room. The room was definitely still filled with memories of the young man with Acha.

But if I can be honest Kayra is now very grateful. He did not expect much for their relationship, but with the good attitude Iqbal showed was already one step better for their relationship. Although Kayra does not know if there is any other purpose of Iqbal or not.

"Have all Kay brought?" ask Iqbal who just came out of the toilet in this room.

Kayra nodded her head, the girl lowered her head as soon as she saw Iqbal coming out with wet hair. "Already sir, my clothes are not much,"

"Oh, there's still a lot at home, huh?" ask the young man.

Kayra nodded her head again, the girl stood up without saying anything to Iqbal who also looked indifferent.

"Where'd Kay go?"

"You go to the kitchen, sir, help bi Surti,"

Iqbal cleared his throat slowly. "When can I meet Kay's mom?"

The girl raised one eyebrow. Confused by her husband's strange nearby question in her ear. Why would Iqbal want to meet his father?

"Do you need to be the same, sir?"

Iqbal chuckled softly hearing what Kayra was asking. The girl called her husband and also her father with the same call. Sired.

"When we got married I had never met my father at all" Iqbal said. "Although they certainly understand the reason, but it seems less ethical," continued the young man.

"Sir Iqbal knows himself, father and mother are at home. And even if it's not at home, it's in the store" Kayra replied. "They can be found at any time,"

"Tomorrow can?"

Kayra nodded. "Can" he answered. "There's something important you want to talk about with sir?" asked Kayra who was so curious about Iqbal's intentions and goals.

"There is," Iqbal answered briefly, densely and clearly. "You're coming, yeah,"

"Me?"

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"Let no one else gosipin neighbor" replied Iqbal. "Pity is the father of the mother if dapet gossip that is not true,"

"What rumors aren't true?"

"You know what Kay is" Iqbal replied.

Ah yes, finally the young man realized that Kayra became the subject of gossiping neighbors. Especially if not for marrying her best friend's ex-husband. And how's mom doing? Do you still get that sneer when you go to school?

Last time Kayra got word from her younger brother, Artar. She said she cried after the recitation because their neighbor gossiped about Kayra right in front of her.

"Why have you ever told me Kay?"

"What story?"

"You mother is the same father as the neighbor's gossip," replied Iqbal carefully.

"Daddy want to know?"

*****

For the first time since their wedding one month ago, they slept in the same room and shared the same bed. The two turned their backs on each other, even Kayra deliberately put a roll in their midst as her limit.

"Can I turn the light on?" ask Kayra. Because the girl can't sleep if the lights are too bright.

Without opening his eyes Iqbal nodded slowly. "Please," he replied.

Silence, only silence enveloped the two of them. Kayra closed her eyes, but the girl repeatedly opened her eyes as well. He glanced at Iqbal slowly, had the young man fallen asleep so easily?

"Can I ask you?" Iqbal's voice really surprised Kayra who was looking at the young man. "I know you haven't slept Kay,"

"Ask what?"

"How is your relationship with Azmi?" ask Iqbal.

"I have nothing to do with Azmi,"

"Little children know that you have something" Iqbal replied.

Kayra kept quiet, letting Iqbal say whatever the young man wanted.

"He didn't come to our wedding, did he?" ask Iqbal again. He was eager to ask this from a long time ago to Kayra. But it was always accompanied because he who was already in already disliked the girl who was currently lying beside him, the place that used to be filled by Acha.

"He didn't know we were married" Kayra said. "I didn't tell him,"

"I told him Kay" Iqbal replied quickly. Their gaze met with Kayra who frowned confusedly. "I told him that we wanted to get married, in the hope that he could derail our marriage" Iqbal replied honestly. "But it turns out he went somewhere,"

"Go?"

Iqbal nodded. "Don't tell me you don't know either?" ask Iqbal.

Kayra nodded slowly. "Where to?" tanyanya wants to know. While just a few weeks ago Amel said that Azmi had just visited their home.

"I don't know, and nobody knows" Iqbal replied.

"But his father said he went home?"

"To the house?" tanya Iqbal.

"Yes" answered Kayra. "Even my mother said she was going to go there with Artar and Amel,"

Iqbal shook his head slowly. "Can I ask you one more question?"

"Please,"

"If one day Azmi returns again how?"

"Where's what?" kayra asked confused herself. What Iqbal really wanted. The young man kept asking about Azmi. "I'm the same he's different, the situation is not the same anymore. So what should I confuse?" kayra asked back.

"I know you still love her Kay,"

"I love her or not the same she is my business" Kayra replied firmly. "I have never wondered if you still love Acha or not. Then what now is my feeling to Azmi become a problem too?" kayra asked before the girl completely turned her back and closed her eyes. Her tears were shed, recalling the memories they had once spent together. Who would have thought he who used to crave Azmi to be his life friend turned out to be sleeping in the same bed with his best friend's ex-husband. Even he was now sleeping in the place where Acha used to lay down his body.

"Sorry Kay,"