Halal Lover

The Part 19

Maybe I was wrong all this time in my life. Missing the one who doesn't know whose heart it is for.

Maybe I'm the one who's too hot, putting hope in you.

God has caused me disappointment.

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NAZWA stopped his steps when he found her husband in the apartment. For a moment he glanced at the wall clock that still showed at 11 p.m. And at a time like now, Alif should still be on campus, not even sitting relaxed in an apartment like now.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Nazwa said.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." replied Alif flatly.

Not as usual. Usually the man always smiled warmly when looking at his face, but this time the smile was not at all visible even a little.

And, that disturbed Nazwa's calmness a little. I don't know what feeling is going through his heart.

What is clear is that, to be honest, he is more comfortable with the usual attitude of Alif than his cold attitude like this.

Without thinking much, the girl walked towards the kitchen and passed Alif just like that.

Is it so insignificant in his wife's eyes that she always ignores his existence?

Even after the incident he saw earlier this afternoon, did Nazwa not want to explain anything to him?

So, is this how it feels to be heartbroken when he has just known love?

Perhaps this is a rebuke from God because he has too much hope in a creature other than Him.

Nazwa stopped his hand about to open the refrigerator when he saw a female figure with a robe of flowers and a plain khimar in the same color as the flowers on his shirt.

The woman standing behind her was struggling in the kitchen of her husband's apartment.

His heart suddenly warmed. Is this why Alif came home so fast? By taking another woman to his apartment?

Or ..., did Alif do this because he was tired of facing Nazwa's always cold and indifferent attitude to the man?

And,

Would that man immediately trounce him after this?

Nope, no! Nazwa is not ready or will never be ready to share a husband with another woman.

Although it includes the Sunnah of His Majesty, but still his heart will never be sincere.

Yes, even though he doesn't love Alif. Or maybe I don't love Alif.

I don't know.

What is clear now is that Nazwa just wants to make sure who the woman really is.

"sorry. You who?"

The woman looked. "Hallo Nazwa!"

Nazwa was shocked. "Maashiah Allah ... Sister Oliv?!"

Then the two women hugged each other like women.

"How are you?" asked Oliv while feeling the pretty face of his cousin-in-law.

"Thank God I'm good, ma'am. Oliv's own mother how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah. As you can see, you are doing well" Oliv replied happily.

"Where is Oliv? I didn't see Oliv's sister at our wedding?"

His tongue is still mute to call 'my marriage to Alif'.

"And this? God willing! How come his stomach is gone?" nazwa asked.

"Yes, Wa, Alhamdulillah." Oliv laughed softly. "So, that time Ma'am again in Singapore when you married. My husband has a job there. Hm, even though Mbak really wants to go home after Om Hanan news about your marriage. But .., Mas Farid's job can't stay, Wa. Sorry, huh?" sesal Olive's.

Nazwa smiled softly. "Nazwa is sad, but that's okay, ma'am. Nazwa. After all, Oliv's sister is pregnant. Nazwa will be even more sad if you have to make Ms. Oliv go back and forth on a plane with a pregnant situation like this."

Oliv smiled haru. Alif was not chosen wrongly. Although this is the first experience of the man in knowing women, but the choice is very appropriate.

Nazwa is a good girl. And Oliv saw that sincerity through the girl's eyes.

For Oliv, the girl had a soft and noble heart behind the cold and indifferent attitude he always showed.

"Oh, yes. Who are you here with?" ask Nazwa.

"Your husband. Last time Mbak accidentally met him in a minimarket near here," he explained.

Nazwa rounded his lips.

"Why don't you guys stay with Om Hanan and Aunt Ranti? And ..., instead of living in an apartment?" ask Oliv carefully.

Nazwa. This made him immediately like when talking to Oliv. The woman does not like to sneeze and prefers to show her true nature despite being outspoken.

But it is precisely because that is what makes Nazwa immediately comfortable when with Oliv. He feels he finds himself.

"This is all Mas Alif's decision, Ma'am. I as a wife should support and obey whatever Mas Alif says," Nazwa explained laughing lightly.

"Mas Alif said that we must learn to live independently. And I think there's a point, if we're one-stop with automatic parents we'll always depend on whatever they are."

Once again Oliv felt proud of the figure of this girl beside him. Alif was really lucky to get Nazwa in his life.

It seems that Alif was wrong to speculate that Nazwa betrayed him. Oliv was sure, that selugu girl Nazwa could not possibly do such a despicable thing.

"You're right, Ma'am agrees with both of you."

"Oh, yes. What would Oliv drink? Astaghfirullah, I forgot not to drink." The girl patted her own eel and then too searched for the utensils she would wear to make drinks.

Oliv chuckled softly. "Not bother, Wa. Not been here long."

"Well, why is that?" nazwa asked sadly.

"Fear Mas Farid nyariin," he said.

Nazwa exhaled slowly. He thought Oliv was uncomfortable in their apartment.

"Jaudah. But next time stop by here often, huh, Mommy? Nazwa always has no conversation," Nazwa asked.

"Well, there's gonna be a husband, '" Oliv lured.

Nazwa bit his lower lip and laughed as much as he could. It is not possible to tell about his household to others.

"Eh, yes. But Mas Alif is always busy with his laptop and his big book" Nazwa's alibi.

Finally Oliv laughed. "You're patient, yeah. Yes, it's okay to have a crazy husband. But not papa. After all, he's doing all this for your future too, isn't he?"

Nazwa's cheeks heated up without him noticing. He can only smile awkwardly.

"Judek. If so, then go home first, yes. Next time you come by again. Or are you going to the house? It would be exciting if we spend time together longer," said Oliv sparkling.

Nazwa nodded quickly. "Can't Mama?"

"May dong .. can be very," replied Oliv.

"Yaudah I'll tell you again, yes, Ma'am" Nazwa said.

Oliv smiled and nodded. "Judek. You go home first, okay?"

"Let's Nazwa deliver ahead?" tawar Nazwa and Oliv.

They saw Alif who was busy with a piece of newspaper that the man was holding.

In fact, his brain was not at all in sync with his reading. All he thought about was Nazwa at this moment.

"Lif, Ma'am go home first, huh?" pamit Oliv to his cousin.

Alif raised his head. "When? Come on Alif intervenes," he said without seeing Nazwa.

The man did not want to look at the face of his wife who had passed innocently.

Oliv exhaled loudly. It turned out that his cousin was still unable to trust Nazwa because of the incident last afternoon they saw.

Clearly there were still remnants of jealousy in the eyes of the man. But because Nazwa is a typical girl who is innocent or even tends to be insensitive? Be that girl completely unaware of her husband's changing attitude.

"Nazwa, you go home first, yeah."

Nazwa nodded though unwillingly as Oliv only stopped by for a moment. "Be careful, yes, ma'am. Next time come by here. Nazwa must be very fond."

"Yes, ready!"

Alif was stunned because the two women in front of him were very-quick-once familiar.

"Come, Ma'am." Take Alif and walk away from the two women.

After making sure Alif was no longer visible, Oliv brought his lips closer to Nazwa's ears. "Later when Alif comes home, you explain something, yes, the same to him. You must be wondering why he's so cute, right?"

Nazwa.

"He's so jealous, Nazwa."

"Jealous?"

Oliv responded with an amused smile.

"Mbak first. Assalamu'alaikum," he said before Nazwa again asked.

Let the couple think about their own problems. Not that they are unwilling to help, but maybe this is one first step for those who are more mature and understand the true meaning of household.

Oliv passed away leaving Nazwa still busy with his thoughts.

Alif jealous?

But jealous of whom?

He began to think hard, thinking about whether he had made a mistake.

And ...

Seriate.

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About taste.

The righteous will fall and feel love. But their efforts are much different but civilized.

Ask Him who holds the hearts of all beings to be found with a devout heart.

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