Husband's Choice Sister

ibu.

tomorrow is his day...

that afternoon Arsan prepared to go to the company for a job interview, he appeared neat with a blue shirt.

"his CEO charisma has never diminished!"

regina said smilingly watching Arsan who was reflecting on the smile.

"CEO of fruit sellers...."

arsan chuckled to face Regina.

"pray ya re, it's easy Aa accepted work so you don't have to work anymore..."

arsan rubbed the head of Regina.

"yes A, Rere wishes to be accepted for work.if the matter of Rere kingdom, it's okay Rere is happy. The most important thing is not to interfere with study time." said Rere smile.

"yes, it's up to you! Aa leave yeah!"

said Arsan approaching his two-wheeled vehicle.

**

this morning Adis and the others were preparing to return home to Indonesia after staying overnight, Ane hugged Adis tightly and kissed her left right cheek.

"well, Aunt, wait for your arrival again.."

said ane smiling.

"yes Aunt...Adis will come again..."

adis said returning ane's smile.

"yes, you have hearts...."

said Ane drove them to the car.

"yes, we're saying yes...."

ibra said then got in the car.

Adis stared at the city streets, the car stopped at a red light. Arsan was stunned to look at the woman who was pensive in the car, could not believe what he saw.

"Adis.." murmured Arsan looked at Adis who was staring far ahead while talking to Ibra.

Adis turned to the man who was looking at him fixedly, his heart skipped a beat.

"bang Arsan.." his body immediately froze but quickly Adis turned his face when the car drove, Arsan's hustle followed the car that drove to the airport.

"why d..."

said Ibra turned towards Adis who paled, his netra noticed the rearview mirror of the car that showed Arsan following their car.

"it's okay..."

said Adis with a racing heart, but fixated when the two-wheeled vehicle stopped its pace.

Arsan stopped the speed of his motor when he realized he was far from where he had been.

Adis sighed as Arsan no longer chased after him, Ibra noticed Adis sweating

"why are you de? AC is less cold?"

ibra said seeing sweat penetrate on his sister's pasmina.

"it's okay, brother...!"

said Adis then leaned on the chair and closed his eyes considering the blind full of love wrapped in longing for the man, his soul continues to thrash asking for the presence of the man, the man, this love never decreases making me not understand, why the time that rolls actually adds to that love.

Arsan stepped foot into the toilet, he needed to freshen up before meeting the company personnel.

Arsan washed his face with cold water hoping to remove the red on his face.

Arsan let out a long sigh remembering the night while selling in the Thames.

the voice of the woman was exactly like Adis, was that indeed he who was on vacation with Ibra.

Arsan massaged his forehead, if there is no interview schedule maybe he will continue to pursue the car, but Arsan again stunned given his current state.

he had nothing but passionate love that would never have melted Ibra's heart.

his path was quite difficult if he continued to be a fruit seller.

"hopefully there's still my chance, I'll fight to get you back in..."

**

Adis continued to look back when he was about to approach the plane that would bring him back to Indonesia, his heart hoped that Arsan ran after him. but reality does not match expectations because until he ascended no one called him to just hug let go of longing.

Two more months he will return to this country, but will there be a time when the universe will bring him together again if it is true that Arsan now lives in London.

"you make me worry about all the hopes that are only wishful thinking.

or only I love you, not with you good without me.

when the circumstances actually make our distance even further.

I would like to ask, in which part of your heart you put me, why is it getting crowded as desire gets further and further away from hope...

I don't know why I'm still expecting you, I can't get away from the memories of when we were together, this love is bigger than the pain I'm suffering, I want you........."

Adis turned his face away from Ibra, closing his wet eyes.

"i miss.. you bang.. Why must this sick person love you..."

muttered Adis and then fell asleep in his sleep.

%%

Arsan went into the house lethargic, he remembered his meeting with Adis this morning.

"Arsan......"

salamah said approaching Arsan who was sitting leaning on the chair.

"why son, aren't you accepted at the company...?"

tanya Salamah made Arsan look over.

"received by Mom....!"

Arsan followed the interview test well, he was even immediately accepted for work without taking a second interview.

Arsan is also a little confused but Arsan does not ask much because his mind is also fixed on Adis.

"then why are you so weak?"

salamah asked, touching Arsan's forehead, worried that his son was sick.

"since morning I met Adis Ma'am...!"

arsan said making Salamah stunned.

"are you not wrong, he's in Indonesia!"

"no ma'am, Arsan is sure it was Adis. yesterday night who bought our fruits also like Adis.

maybe he already knows that Arsan is just a fruit salesman."

arsan said down.

"you are patient, son, may this incident be a lesson for You that when you think to play someone instead we are dragged into the game itself.... I'm sure if Adis is your soul mate, then you will be together again. no matter how far the distance, no matter how difficult the problem.you must be sure it is son..."

salamah said it feels cool Arsan's heart is sad. Arsan is grateful because in the state he fell he still has a mother who never ceases to give his spirit.

"yes Ma..... Arsan will try to get up and fix everything...."

said Arsan grabbed his mother's body.

"pray, ask the owner.."

"yes ma'am.." said Arsan spirit.

"you must be excited, son..."

salamah hugged Arsan.

the mother is a queen without a crown, her affection is like an estuary that never recedes.His prayer is most potent and in direct worship by God.

the mother is the heart of the house, when the state is happy then it is good as the house, but when the heart is not good.

the hue of cheer even seemed to stop beating, the gloom that appeared in the house.

so love the mother, who has given birth and raised us with affection and sweat her sweat.

seriate..

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