Feel It in Your Heart, My Husband
CHAPTER 24
"Geez, what time is it, why is the old duck in there."
Mikhail pacing in front of Husna's room, his wife.
"Tok, tock, tock."
The knock on the door finally sounded as a marker that the patience of the men out there had already reached the end point.
"That's it, if you don't get out in 5 minutes. Then I'll leave you."
Shouted Mikhail from outside.
"If you don't need friends. I'm happy to stay home."
Husna immediately opened the door, just as the man wanted to knock for the 2nd time.
"Deg, deg, deg, deg."
Mikhail heart immediately felt like falling when staring at the beautiful face that had been polished with natural makeup. But still able to add to the beauty of the woman many times.
"Um, huh...Conscious Mika, realize, don't let her face affect you."
Mikhail's mind was trying to awaken itself from the charm of the woman judes before him.
"Mas, mum!"
Husna touched the hand of the man who was glued to the spot.
"Egh, what, I mean are you done?"
The man's tone weakened.
Somehow the emotion that was stirring was instantly gone as soon as he looked at Husna.
"It."
The woman replied with a slight grin of wonder. He did not understand why the man had turned so soft.
"I'll wait in the car."
Mikhail immediately walked outside, he did not want Husna to catch his nervousness.
"Huh... What's wrong with my chest. Why is it so good to beat like this?. When I was in love with Amanda, it wasn't so bad."
Mikhail held onto his left chest which was still hammering. He leaned his head and back, then started to close his eyes.
"Are you okay?"
Mikhail gasp. He who was busy controlling his heartbeat, became unaware when Husna entered and sat down beside him.
"Eh, yes. Did you lock the door?"
Ask the man, deliberately distracting.
"It."
"Alright, come!"
The man started the engine. They passed to their destination.
"Welcome sir. Can I see the invitation?"
One of the two guests politely asked Mikhail.
The man grabbed the paper he meant. Then give it to check.
"Are you the representative of Mr. Aidhil Fahlevi?"
Ask the guest.
"Yes, I am his son. Mikhail khairun Fahlevi."
The answer.
"Alright sir. Your name is on the guest list. Then who is this lady?"
They stared at the beautiful woman beside Mikhail.
The man immediately grabbed the wife's hand. And the action immediately made Husna stammer.
"He's my wife."
He said with pride.
"Deg,"
Said the wife Mikhail said, felt stuck in Husna's chest.
"Oh, then please come in, sir."
They finally let the couple in.
Mikhail and Husna nodded, then walked into the party. The party that was decorated elegantly but luxuriously, was able to make anyone present there feel happiness.
Husna tried to pull his hand slowly which felt tighter in the hand by the man earlier.
"Baby, pelin! It hurts."
Husna whispered.
"Be quiet. Do you think I'm happy to hold your hand? Here a lot of papa's business associates, I just don't want them to be suspicious of us looking awkward!"
Mikhail gave an excuse.
Husna thought for a moment. Although feeling uncomfortable, but finally he tried to understand.
One by one the guests they knew greeted, all eyes staring at the astonished lady ayu who was dressed modestly before them.
Husna, who is an easy person to socialize, became quickly familiar with some people known by her husband.
"I was thinking I'd be shy about taking her to a fancy party. But it turns out she's a very good woman at hanging out with the upper class."
Mikhail stared at the wife's astonishment from a distance. He was even seen smiling when the woman laughed.
"Do you seem to love your wife so much?"
Mr. Hasan, the party owner asked while looking at the woman Mikhail was looking at.
"Why can you say that?"
He asked curiously.
"I see you looking at your wife, just as I look at the woman next to her"
Mr. Hassan pointed to his wife who was standing next to Husna.
Mikhail was stunned, he tried to think about what the middle-aged man standing next to him said.
"Did I really love her? No way, she's the only woman I can't love."
"The party is great sir. The decorations are beautiful too."
Mikhail switched the topic of their conversation.
"The people are the ones who set everything up. This is our 43rd wedding anniversary. Even though it's been almost half a century, my love for her remains the same."
Hassan said proudly.
"If we marry the woman we love, surely our lives will be happy sir. "
Mikhail.
"Hem, you're wrong, son. Not everyone who marries out of love can be happy. Eli is the 2nd wife, the woman I used to hate so much, I even used to be rude to her."
Hassan's face turned mellow as he recalled his past.
"It all happened because of the trauma with my first wife's betrayal, which made my heart freeze. But with patience and great love, my heart finally melted."
Continue the man.
Mikhail was stunned, he looked into the eyes of the man who was the same age as his father.
"If you didn't like Miss Eli. When did you begin to realize that love had grown? "
The man was getting curious.
"When he left my life. Because it's like a song. If it's gone, it just feels. So before he leaves, hold them in affection!"
Hassan's words sounded like advice.
"Who would you hold?"
The question from the woman they were talking about, was able to make the 2 people jerk.
"No dear. We're just talking about business."
Hassan put his hand on his wife's waist. Making the 2 youngsters standing beside them feel inferior.
"Let's go home. I still have a show after this."
Mikhail whispered to his wife.
Husna nodded, assuring.
After chatting for a while, the 2 people finally said goodbye.
"I'm going to the club. Can you ride a taxi?"
Mikhail's words in the parking lot were able to make Husna's forehead blend together. There was a bit of pain in his heart.
"All right."
The girl turned the direction, then stepped towards the highway.
"Why can't my heart be?"
The man scratched his non-itchy head. He did not feel that his heart would let Husna walk alone.
"Tit, tit,"
The sound of the car horn can make Mikail increasingly sharpen his eyes staring at the four-wheeled vehicle that had stopped beside his wife. And he knows who the owner of the car is.
"Our teacher?"
Salsa, Husna's student at school, hugged her as soon as she got out of the car.
"Hi, pretty."
The girl returned her embrace with a sweet smile.
"Mother Husna, we happened to meet here."
Andre who was already standing next to the girl, greeted.
"Yes Sir!"
Husna answered clumsyly. He began to think about what reason would be given, if the 2 people asked about what he did in this luxury hotel.
It is impossible to tell the truth. Because he doesn't want to look pathetic.
Mikhail who was planning a stupid period and passed from there. Suddenly it became unpleasant. His chest tightened as he looked at his wife talking while smiling at the 1-child widower.
"Alright, then let me drop!"
Andre offered to help.
"No need sir. I can go home by taxi online."
The girl refused subtly.
"Not to be confused. I just want to make sure that my teacher is safe. Because the area around here is notoriously prone to crimes against women."
Andre's sentence was able to make Husna's guts shrink. With no hesitation, the woman finally agreed to go with the father's car from her student earlier.
"alright sir. Thanks in advance."
The girl agreed.
Salsa immediately jumped in excitement when she heard the approval of her beloved teacher.
Andre walks to the car, he opens the door for the boy. Then turned around to do the same to Husna.
"Sorry Mr. Andre. My wife can come home with me. Thank you for your good intentions."
Mikhail immediately withdrew Husna's hand, he vexedly quickened his pace.
"Mas, Salsa see us. I don't taste good!"
Husna continued to stare at the pupil, who was staring sadly at him.
"Lake in!"
Mikhail spoke with reddened eyes.
"Mas, at least let me say goodbye first."
Husna, who was confused by the sudden emotional attitude of her husband, became misbehaved. He felt disdain for the boss and the little girl who kept staring at them.
"I'm your husband, and I'm the one you should be following. Quickly get in, before I lose control."
This time Mikhail looked furious. The man was getting hotter because Husna kept thinking about the feelings of the widower.
"What's wrong with her? No wind, no rain. Why is he so angry."
Husna, who was confused, finally chose to get into the car.
TB
