Half of My Husband's life

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"What if the person who hit Azzam is Indri? And the one who gives you compensation is me?"

"Mas!" suddenly his heart beat like it hit the chest.

It's not just words, it's as if the real thing happened.

"And I am a man who loves you, loves you very much. You and Ara, and our son." Andra came down from her seat, bent her knees on the floor and rubbed Fiza's stomach.

"That's different Mas, you're a good man. You love me too Mas Azzam's son."

"Yes. Are you sorry you can't give it to me?"

"Mas.." his face was tense, his eyes were getting wet imagining what Andra was saying.

"The accident did not benefit anyone, neither Azzam nor Indri. If I could choose, better Indri like Azzam who then immediately left this world without suffering. He's calm down there. As for Indri, you can see how he is. Even money that has been so much can not also make him wake up even to open his eyes. Is his suffering still not enough?" Andra continued to speak while touching his wife's cheek. As if Fiza did not want to turn away from this conversation.

This time she was really crying.

"I just need you to be sincere, so that Indri gets the easy way, whether it's going to live or going."

"Enough Mas, Indri's sister is not him. Don't equate them with you and Indri." Hafizah moved, brushed aside Andra's hand.

"Darling..."

Hafizah was reluctant to hear, passing towards her room.

"Fiza." Andra chased after his wife who hurried up the stairs.

"I'm sleepy Mas." went into the room, headed to the bed and pulled a blanket to cover his body.

"Darling..." Andra continued to call and grabbed the shoulder that was on her back.

***

The sun began to rise, the night passed by with a million disturbing thoughts.

"I'm going to the office, honey." Andra crawled up onto the bed, peeping at the forehead and cheeks of the wife who had bad luck today.

"Mas." call her soft.

"Yes." answered Andra so quietly.

"I've thought of everything."

Andra knitted her brows, staring ambiguously.

"You're right, the accident didn't benefit anyone, neither Mas Azzam nor the man who hit him."

Andra sat down and stroked Hafizah's forehead, grabbed her hair and stared at her softly.

"I want to meet that guy."

Andra's hand stopped. If so, who is not ready? Even his guts were not enough to admit everything clearly to his wife.

"Mas, can you get me to meet them?"

And again, Andra forcibly swallowed his saliva. How-to?

"Ba.. alright." for a while just those words.

"Thank you." Hafizah hugged Andra so tightly, the spoiled slanted sleeping position raised its head, entering into Andra's lap. While Andra's hand hugged back while feeling a little dizzy in her head.

While at the boarding school, Nur had just come out of the meeting room, other than that his business had started to rise rapidly after entering the fourth month, they had just arrived a young ustadz, who was a young adult, the son of a Kiyai from out of town was deliberately a teacher there, attracted by the large number of orphans who live in the boarding house owned by Kiyai Marzuki, who was a teacher, he wants to contribute his knowledge and energy there.

"Sir, the young ustadz was more handsome than Mas Ahmad." whispered Ningrum to Nur, walking towards his house.

Nur laughs. "You're a kid, don't judge someone too quickly."

"Ah, yes. Actually I want to talk about something.

"What?" They stopped in front of their house.

Nur became serious, he chose to sit on a carved wooden bench in front of the house.

"Kak Indri was in an accident, hit someone and made him die. I still remember my conversation with Mas Andra's assistant a few months ago, while I was staying there accompanying Sister Fiza."

"Why are you just telling me now, isn't that awkward? You know if Kak Indri's accident was the same as Mas Azzam's accident. I'm thinking if..."

"Me too." said Ningrum quickly.

"Tomi never want to be open if it has been discussed the accident Kak Indri, asking us to ask Mas Andra, is not it disrespectful."

"Yes, and Assistant Mas Andra is the same, as if avoiding the conversation about Kak Indri's accident, even though Kak Fiza is also very curious."

"I think they're deliberately covering something up." the two stared at each other. "Now how do they talk?"

"I know!" Ningrum smiled meaningfully.

"They?" Nur stared suspiciously, besides being brave, Ningrum could also do some desperate things.

"Let's just relax, I just need to meet Mas Andra's assistant." He smiled stiffly, while reaching for Nur's phone from her brother's hand.

"I'll accompany you." Nur worried about his sister.

"No, sister, you have to teach this afternoon, and the afternoon you have to see the workers on the plantation." refused Nur with a sweet smile, increasingly making Nur suspicious.

Across the street, a white man with narrowed eyes was glued to his flaming phone.

"Assalamualaikum, this is Ningrum. Can we meet? In the park near the restaurant xxx one more hour, there was no rejection! I want lunch there."

The face that was pure white turned red to his ears. His chest rose and fell, blinking his eyes many times. But his tall body only stood like a statue.

"Are you okay?" Tomi patted his partner's shoulder.

"Yes, I'm fine." she answered with widened eyes, a smile and then left Tomi without saying goodbye, walking so fast to her car, occasionally prancing around and jumping in the courtyard of the large office. Makes some people tickle to see it.

"Is he winning the lottery?" Tomi mutters.

Up to an hour later, Mingho had deliberately arrived early for fear that Ningrum would get angry if he had to wait for him.

"Assalamualaikum." The delicate voice of the slim young girl made Mingho turn his head. Do not forget the appearance of Mingho with an expensive suit and appearance that is always stunning. Naturally Ningrum's gaze was a little hard to turn away from him at this moment.

"Wa'alaikum Salam" he answered pulling up a chair and asked Ningrum to sit down, the open garden in the restaurant area had a soothing natural feel. It was not wrong for Ningrum to choose that place.

The awkward atmosphere began to fade when two glasses of drink were accidentally in Mingho's message.

"What's wrong?" Mingho asked the little girl gently.

"Hemm... actually there is nothing." Ningrum replied glancing at Mingho.

"Tell me, I'll help whatever your problem is, whatever you want, and whatever you want from me." Mingho seduced him sincerely.

"really?" ningrum's face looked excited.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Promise?" Ningrum didn't want to lose the chance.

"Yes, I promise." Mingho was so sure.

"Well, I just want you to tell me everything related to Indri's accident, who was the person who died in the accident?"

"Well! Don't you want to ask me something?" Mingho began to tarnish.

"Yes, just tell me. Indri and Mas Azzam's death!" ningrum's insistence sounded firm.

'Dead me'

Mingho felt a thorn in his seat, wanting to run his legs even unable.