Feel It in Your Heart, My Husband
CHAPTER 52
"Quick mas!"
Husna drew Mikhail's hand to go faster.
"Why the hell are we in such a hurry."
Ptia is a sour face.
"We must arrive home first, before Husyein's mas arrives."
"Husna, we.."
Husna paused, then looked at meu towards the man's eyes.
"Mas, please obey. I'm just trying to avoid trouble."
Mikhail who saw the pleading gaze of the wife, finally had no choice but to obey. He nodded, then started to move faster.
Elsewhere, there was a young man who was gasping for breath because of the burden he was carrying.
"You don't eat much!"
His words on the sidelines set the breath.
"He's starting to insult me."
Aisyah.
"What's a fat man?"
Tanyanya.
"You're not fat. It's just, you're like a sponge cake that slams. Small, but heavy."
Husyein without stale bada.
"I'm not heavy, but I'm not powerful."
Aisyah replied to the cousin's taunts.
Hearing Aisyah's insults, the man stopped and leaned a little into the riverbank.
"Have you been thrown out of here?"
"Ah, not mas. I can't swim."
The woman hugged the hug on the neck.
"Eh, uh.."
Husyein felt a little short of breath, he smacked Aisyah's arm slowly.
"Are you planning to kill me?"
"I'm sorry, it scares me anyway."
Back to loosening hands.
"If you want to make it home, then shut the fuck up!"
Tell the man while looking at him with a threatening look.
Aisyah Sontak make move close the lips.
"Okay boss. Let's go home!" Her speech.
Husyein looked back to the front, although his heart was puffed but he still had to continue to step towards their residence.
How long after, Husna and Mikhail finally arrived first. The woman went straight into the room, while Mikhail pretended to be sitting in a cottage not far from home.
"Assalamualaik."
Sound from the page.
Husna, who was in the room, immediately wanted to open the door. However, his steps were stifled when he saw the mother had arrived first.
"Waalaikum salam."
The middle-aged woman pulled the handle.
"Good day buk."
Greet the beautiful woman who said hello.
"Siang, Husyein is not home."
Answer Ningsih.
The face of the guest who had been smiling sweetly, finally faded.
"Where did Husyein go buk de?"
Ask wonder.
"I don't know where the kids are either,"
Ningsih looked the other way.
"Oh, then excuse me. Oh yeah buk de, it's a mother-made sponge."
Diana held out a parcel that had been held in her hand.
Doubtfully Ningsih accepted while forcing a smile.
"You shouldn't bother."
"It's okay buk de, I.."
"Aw, I'm sick to know."
The voice from the side managed to stop Diana's sentence, making her and Ningsih step closer to it.
"What pain, your people are just whiny."
The man sat himself in a wooden chair that was already there.
"You know my legs hurt. Why did you put me down with that rough cake?"
Aisyah does not want to lose.
"Eh, you don't have any thanks? I've carried it so far, not thank you even mgomel."
The man clipped the cousin's head.
"Awu.wm..."
"Rushyein! Why is it so rude to her sister?"
Ningsih's voice distracted the 2 people who were fighting earlier.
"Mom, Diana."
The man was slightly jolted at the sight of the mother and her lover already standing there.
"Well, what's the matter with your feet?"
The middle-aged woman asked with a worried look.
"Eoh, just a little sprained buk de?
Husna had to continue his lie.
"Oh my God, why did it sprain. You're apan Ica ha?"
He pinched Husyein's arm slowly.
"Umma, Ayesha fell by herself. It's not Husyein's fault."
Aisyah quickly mediates.
"That's umma. The one who is not heart."
The man pointed at Aiysah furiously.
"Review that Ica why napa. Umma will make the same calculation as you."
The middle-aged woman directly helped Aisyah stand up.
"Who is it?"
Diana's curiosity was finally unstoppable.
"He is my cousin Aisha, his sister Mikhail, Husna's husband."
Husyein.
"They're distant cousins and not mahrams."
Ningsih who had arrived at the door chimed in. Making Husnyein, Diana and even Aisyah confused by the sentence she just said.
"Tuh, look at me. Your mother still doesn't like me."
Diana put on a sad face.
"Patience, everything needs a process. Sit down!"
Husyein invited women who had been in a relationship with him for the past few years, to sit next to him.
"What brings you here?"
The man started their conversation.
"Am I forbidden to come here?"
Diana turned the question around.
"That's not what I mean."
Husyein felt bad.
"Hehehe, I'm just kidding you."
Diana laughed at the guilty face of her lover.
"I'm here to tell you that tomorrow I'm going to J's city, because I've got a work call from one of the companies that's there."
Diana gave me news.
"Oh, really? Good then, because I'm going there next week to do an interview at a private university."
Husyein smiled cheerfully because he felt the distance and lovers would become closer when they worked later.
"Alhamdulillah mas, what a happy coincidence. May in the future our path be made easy by the power."
Diana smiled too.
"Aamiin's."
Husyein rubbed his face.
***
"We're saying umma."
Mikhail kissed the mother-in-law's hand.
Ningsih threw away her face.
"Yes." Yeah."
Answer's short.
Husna who saw that became sorry for Mikhail. He knew how much regret and effort the man had in fixing everything. But whatever the power, he was unable to reverse the heart of his mother who was still injured.
"I'm pampering. Take good care of yourself."
The man extended a hand.
"Yes mas. Be careful on the road."
Husna answered her husband's hand and kissed him. Not to forget, he gave a warm smile.
There are many words to say, but the presence of family members makes his mouth unable to speak. Trying to keep some hearts that still feel hot.
Mikhail stroked his wife's hooded head, then began to step towards the car where his mother, father and sister were waiting.
He pulled the doorknob with mixed feelings, heavy feeling to leave the woman he loved there. If he followed his heart, he would have run away Husna, but common sense could still hold him back.
"Da, da, assalamualaikum."
Aisyah waved as soon as the car started moving.
Husna returned the wave, she also looked at the man sitting next to Aisyah who was looking at her with a meaningful gaze, which of course was able to make her heart even more uncontrollable.
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