Give me back my happiness

Boyfriend Or Wife

Eleven o'clock in the evening Hania was still pacing back and forth beside the sofa. The teeth bite the edges of the nails. His face was agitated and occasionally aimed towards the door.

Czechs ....

"Oh!!!" Hania was shocked.

"Lo gapain?" ask Gaka.

"No pa-pa."

"Why not sleep?" Gaka walked casually towards the mini refrigerator in the corner of his room. Take a cold soda and swallow it.

"Can't sleep."

Gaka looked at me. Hania moved uncomfortably. "Why the hell? Really weird?"

"I'm not comfortable sleeping in your room."

Gaka furrowed both eyebrows. "Lo afraid of me why? Afraid I'll nyium lo again?"

Hania hesitated. "Don't do that again. Don't touch me without permission."

Gaka smiled briefly. "Lo not wrong to say? I want to kiss, I want anything, for sure. Lo my wife. From the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot you are also halal I touch. You should know that."

Deg ....

Hania remained silent. What Gaka said is true, but the marriage is still gray, do not know in the future what it looks like. He did not want to go deeper for an unclear marriage.

"I know. But you also have to know, a husband will only touch his wife and not other women. If you touch another woman, please don't touch me!"

"Lo set me up?"

"Absolutely not! I'm just saying, if you touch another woman, please don't touch me. Don't equate me with your women!"

"I didn't touch just any woman, I'm just the same Gea."

"includes Gea. Although we are friends, but do not equate me with Gea. I'm Hania, and she's Gea."

~

After dawn prayers Hania went straight to the kitchen. The butler had forbidden Hania from serving food, but Hania insisted. He was bored of doing nothing. In addition, he avoids not long one room with Gaka.

At 6 am Vara walked into the kitchen, she was surprised to see Hania using an apron also holding a spatula.

"Hey, why are you guys so quiet my daughter-in-law went into the kitchen and cooked?" said Vara.

"We've already banned her, but Miss is forcing," replied the butler.

"Yes, Ma, Hania herself wants to cook."

"But baby, this isn't your job. Let them do it."

"Sorry, Ma."

"Em, that'sit. You better wake up Gaka, and prepare the needs of his office" said Vara.

"Yes, Ma. Hania go upstairs first." He removed the attribute used for cooking earlier, then rushed off to the room.

When he opened the room door, he did not see Gaka on the bed. I heard water gurgling from inside the bathroom. Must be taking a shower.

He walked in and opened the towering window curtain, as the sunlight crept in and gave warmth. Hania fell silent there with her eyes closed. She loves the morning and evening sky. Until Gaka came out of the bathroom and looked at her, but she obviously didn't know.

Gaka stopped with his activity of drying hair. A faint smile saw Hania standing with her eyes closed in front of the window. He shook little.

Blur ....

The towel used to dry the hair has moved. Gaka throws a towel right in Hania's face.

Hania inhaled a deep breath of air and threw it away slowly. Always the man who became her husband managed to make her upset in any situation.

After upsetting Hania, Gaka casually walked towards the dressing room. Not minding Hania's stern expression held back in annoyance.

"Gue will be home from Malem. You don't have to look for me or wait for me" Gaka said without looking at Hania.

"Narcissistic. Who's waiting" murmured Hania.

Gaka not so clearly hearing Hania's muttering, she headed for the dressing table to do her hair.

"I want permission too. It's gonna be out in the afternoon."

"So." Right." Soon Gaka answered and moved to the sofa. "Please take my shoes!" his orders.

Hania did Gaka's orders, after finishing preparing the two to go downstairs for breakfast together.

"August, Ma. Morning, Pa," said Gaka. Hania nodded and smiled.

"Morning, dear," replied Vara.

"Morning," replied Mr. Haru.

"Hania, today Mama has to go to the boutique again. Sorry I can't get you."

"Yes, Ma, not pa-pa. Hania wants permission to leave."

"Oh yes, be careful. Ask Mr. Adi anther."

~

During the day, a woman dressed in sexy clothes was seen half running towards the airport exit. Her sweet smile expanded when she saw someone waving at her.

"Gea ...," call out to Hania also with a big smile. He walked over to Gea, but his smile slowly faded as his best friend turned to someone else.

"I miss you, baby." Gea hugged Gaka tightly.

Hania was still stunned to see the scene in front of her. Not because of jealousy. Wasn't it! She just felt sad to be ignored by her own best friend.

Gaka was surprised by Hania's presence there, but could not do anything about it. "Ge, peeling. Look, there are a lot of people on us" he warned, taking off Gea's embrace.

"Bodo' is very with people's views. Don't you think I'm the same?" Gea took off a hug and sulked.

Gaka shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh!" pissed Gea. He turned around and only saw Hania's whereabouts.

"Hi, Han ...." The woman hugged Hania for a moment. "It's surprise. You didn't say you were going to pick me up. So I called Gaka earlier."

"Yes, I have no plans to pick you up. Sorry to interrupt your time" said Hania.

"No pa-pa. I am very happy to be picked up by my boyfriend and also my best friend. Yuk, let's find a place for lunch first. Laper's on."

"It seems I can't, Ge. Just you guys," reject Hania.

"Loh, why? You're not cool, Han. Come on .. yok ...!" Gea tried to persuade Hania.

"It's time to pray dzuhur, I want to go to the mosque. You will be waiting for him a long time. There's still another time, we'll make a deal. Now I don't want to interrupt your time with him."

"OK deh. You are understanding. I miss Gaka. I haven't seen you in a week. But you're not angry, are you?"

Hania shakes. "No. Yeah, I'm going first."

"But, Han. Have you been ripping off the area? How stray will it be?"

"I got on the motorcycle, the driver must have missed the road. You calm down."

Hania turned around and almost left them.

"Wait!" prevent Gaka. "Lo can be with us."

"Thank you, but I'm going alone." Hania actually stepped over without looking back again.

'God, did I make the wrong decision? What wedding are we having?'