Half of My Husband's life

Be my Wife

His steps a little rushed, tired on the way from Surabaya made him wake up. Home with a bad taste, but relieved afterwards had spoken directly with Ahmad.

And it just takes a good time, to give an answer to Andra. It is not good to delay the feeling that the more time goes by the more passionate longing that then turns into a delusion. Even an outrageous sense can be called the adultery of the mind.

Steps ceased.

His clear eyes looked left and right inside the large office, everyone looked astonished. Their gazes made it uncomfortable, not to mention partly whispering while paying attention to the arrival of Hafizah.

Trying not to care and stepping back, while turning back to make sure all employees are not gossiping about him. If yes, what makes them so?

And from a distance the figure that was in his mind was walking towards him. This morning he looks so handsome. His lips were interested a little considering yesterday the man sent such a romantic message, even his words were still in the shadows.

"Good morning." Andra said, staring at the increasingly wrong face.

"Good morning." replied Hafizah becoming nervous, taking a few steps back when Andra stopped too close. "Sorry, I'm late."

"I was waiting for you on purpose." Andra pulled out her hands behind her back with a bunch of flowers so beautiful, giving it to Hafizah.

It's all wrong, not expecting to get such treatment, let alone from a CEO. Not to mention everyone was staring at him.

"Married to me. Be Wife. To be with me until I grow old together. Raising our children whole, loving, to be someone special like you." said Andra again as he opened a simple ring box but perched a diamond on it.

"But.but."

Andra took a step forward, getting closer to the increasingly nervous Hafizah.

"Don't refuse. Because I'll never stop getting to you."

"You should think again, our status is different." Hafizah felt insecure with over-treatment according to him.

"That means you've accepted me?" Andra smiled and grabbed Hafizah's hand, putting a ring on her ring finger that turned out to be very fitting.

"I haven't answered." Hafizah still wants to protest, grabbing his lentic finger but for free.

"really? You should have said no earlier." Andra smiled again, looking at the woman whose guts were shrinking in front of her.

"Two weeks we're getting married."

"That's too fast!"

"All right, next week."

"Well!"

"So from now on Hafizah quit this office, because she will soon be my wife. All office matters will be handled by Tomi. Please finish the job with him." he said it was like he was making an announcement to all of his office employees.

And got a nod from everyone. "Well sir, congratulations to you, to both of you."

"Thank you." Andra said happily.

"It's still the beginning of the month." Hafizah still wants to protest.

"You're fired" said Andra, releasing the ring finger that had been in his grasp since. He passed away leaving the Hafizah still glued with a bunch of flowers.

"Congratulations Hafizah." congratulations from a coworker. So much and alternating. He stood in a daze.

After the drama that morning, Hafizah sat in her study room daydreaming.

"It's a shame to stop working, with a decent salary I should be able to help orphans to buy a lot of necessities" he murmured, unconsciously someone was already standing in the doorway listening to his slow expression, as well as all his movements.

His little hand reached for the agenda book.

And a hand also grabbed the agenda book, put it again in its place.

Hafizah.

"You'll just take care of Ara. Stay home like you used to when Azzam treated you so special. I'll treat you more special."

"You know where it came from?" the question sounds subtle.

"What made you want to marry me? It is clear that I am not equal to you who is the owner of a company, several hotels and of course a lot of women who want you, whereas I am just a poor widow who has a lot of responsibilities. My father was not a rich man, he was just a struggling child who had no parents, or no father. Like Ara." sounded sad at the end of his speech.

"I'm his father now, is our closeness for a year not enough to make you sure that I love him too?" andra sounded serious.

"I'm sure, but I don't feel worthy to be your wife."

"Who's Word?"

"I." replied Hafizah staring at Andra.

"No to me, you're very special. I really want you. Whatever happens I won't let you go. Promise me to always be with me." pinta Andra quietly.

At the end Hafizah smiled, really she was feeling so precious to Andra, all her words were so pleasant.

Such is the nature of a woman, likes beauty. Praise and adornment, those two things will always make her happy.

"I'm not a perfect woman, even Mas Azzam is still in my heart."

"I know." A sincere smile was engraved on Andra's handsome face, incessantly staring at Hafizah's looking face and wanting to dive in her eyeballs.

Hurrying to look away, Hafizah so imagine what if they get married. It was indeed Andra's eagle eyes made him feel possessed even before it truly belonged to him.

'Astaghfirullah.' trying to be aware of the image of the handsome face of Andra who later teased.

***

Everything went well.

That one week was not long, but it was excruciating for Andra who was impatient to have Hafizah. That afternoon he waited for Hafizah to come to a boutique.

"Assalamualaikum Mas."

Makes Andra's heart cheer when Mas's speech sounds so friendly. Although often heard the word 'Mas', but before the wedding day it feels like a flow of electricity that touches the head.

"Wa'alaikum greetings dear."

Apparently not only Andra, even the heart of Hafizah crazy when hearing the call of love from her future husband.

"Azhuu!" Mingho who deliberately followed quickly.

"Say you're looking for my sister's attention." whispered Andra glanced at Ningrum who looked unconcerned.

"That's absolutely right" Mingho replied in a whisper.

"Good fight." Andra passed by Mingho while patting his assistant's shoulder.

"Mas, we're wearing white, right?" the Pinta Hafizah.

"Yes, whatever you want dear." Andra deliberately seduced him, because to touch him of course he had to hold back.

"You like it?" ask Hafizah again.

"I like what you like, and make you happy." Andra looked at each other for a moment.

"That's the dowry box." Mingho pointed at a nice box.

"Ah, I had forgotten what dowry you asked me for." asked Andra so closely this time, letting Hafizah choose the model kebaya panjang.

"I'll take whatever Mas Andra gives."

"I'll give you everything." Andra seduced him again.

"I only ask Surah Ar Rahman as our wedding dowry."

"A...Ar Rahman?"