Look At Me Once

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Just a step Lathifa set foot outside the cafe, she stopped her steps.

Lathifa turned her body, she looked at Anisa's back which seemed to tremble a little in her best friend's arms.

"Huuft." Lathifa exhaled a rough breath.

'Bismillah, O God, may my decision be the best for me.'

Lathifa walked back into the cafe, she steadied her heart, praying for the good of everyone.

"Alright, I want to help Ma'am."

The two women who were hugging turned their heads towards the source of the voice.

Anisa took off her embrace, changed into embracing Lathifa's body.

"Thank you Fa." Anisa smiled with relief.

...*****...

At the house of Anisa precisely in the family room, seen a man in a glove with a plain white T-shirt is spoiled putting his head on the lap of the wife.

Alwi Husein Ibrahim, at a young age, a 28-year-old man of Arab-Javanese descent has served as CEO in a large company owned by his family.

Because of his leadership spirit, intelligence and discipline, Abi handed over all corporate affairs to him.

"How are you doing today, honey?" alwi asked, his hand was busy twirling the circular ring on the ring finger of Anisa's right hand.

"It's normal, Mom. Just like the previous days," Anisa replied, her left hand was busy wiping Alwi's head that was on her lap.

"Your car has been taken to the workshop?"

"Had Mas, this afternoon I asked Rai mas to deliver it to the workshop."

"I'm sorry, honey. Today my schedule is full, just had to meet a few clients," said Alwi and kissed the back of his wife's hand many times.

"It's okay, Mom. I understand your busyness. There's a very big responsibility you have to run, ma'am."

"Hm. Thank you, dear. Ana uhibbuka please."

Cup. Cup.

Alwi again kissed the back of his wife's hand, not even there, Alwi served one by one his wife's fingers, his palms, and ended a brief kiss on his wife's tiny lips.

"Iihh, later if mbok Ijah or Pak Ahmad see how? Shame, Mas!" Anisa circulated the view making sure no one saw their activity.

"Let's say you're halal for me, sweetie."

Even though their marriage is already in its 6th year, they still look like newlyweds.

"Last afternoon I met Sabrina at a cafe near the college, Mas."

"Oh yeah, how's she doing and her husband?" ask Alwi

"Thank God he's healthy, Mom. Though she had to part with her husband."

"Well, what else? His name is also married to a state servant, certainly will often be left for service. You also if if he married the same state servant, would also often be left to go to work."

"But I married the same man, not the same man. But Mas also often goes out of town." Anisa grumbled.

"I'm only gone for two days, honey. That too if urgent cannot be represented." Alwi tilted his body, hugged his wife's waist and buried his face in the wife's stomach.

"I also met Lathifa."

"Lathifa?" Alwi knitted brows inexplicably.

"Yes, Lathifa, the girl I used to tell you about."

Alwi seemed to think about who Lathifa was meant by his wife.

"What are you planning, Nis?" Alwi got up sitting next to Anisa, he looked at her face.

"I just want you to be happy, Mom." Anisa lowered her head, her guts shriveled, if her husband had called by her name meant that her husband was already very angry with her.

"How many times have I told you, Nis? I am happy living with you. I don't want anything else either, Nis. You understand nothing!" alwi said by raising his tone.

"But you need a successor, Mas! Your family needs a successor, Mas!" sergeant Anisa.

"But not on this road, Nis. We can still adopt a child from an orphanage."

"But the Mas family will definitely not accept it, they need an heir of your flesh and blood, Mas" Anisa said with teary eyes.

"I live my life Nis, not them!" Alwi rubbed his face rough, with all his might holding back so that his emotions did not explode in front of his wife.

"But Mas-"

"IT'S ENOUGH NIS! DON'T EVER TALK ABOUT THIS AGAIN!" alwi's snapping made Anisa's body stiffen.

Mbok Ijah and Ahmad were shocked to run away to hear his master scream. Just this time they saw Alwi yelling at Anisa.

"Here you go, I'm tired of taking a break. You rest there!" Alwi stood up and left Anisa who was still silent with tears.

After Alwi's departure, Mbok Ijah approached Anisa. "Bak Nisa's okay? Do I need to do something?"

Without answering Ijah's questions, Anisa stood up and walked up one by one the stairs to her room.

Anisa opened the door slowly, she spread her gaze throughout the room but her husband was not inside.

It turned out that Alwi chose to calm himself in his study room which was right next to his room.

With a broken heart, Anisa closed the door of the room dragging her heavy feet towards the bed.

Without taking off her hijab Anisa dropped her body on the bed, she cried sobbing while beating her chest that felt tight and sick.

Various glimpses of the past sprung up inside his head. Like a film recording of his life's journey, the shadow of his past constantly swirled in his head.

The time when they first met when the marriage contract was completed was pronounced.

The shadow of the days of struggle for Anisa to take the heart and love of her husband.

The shadow will fall when he loses his baby.

'Yes Allah... Why do you make the relationship between two people so terrible but painful. Sick to God... Ill.'

Anisa fell asleep with tears still flowing from her eyes, she hugged her knees tightly hoping that doing so could ease her tightness.

...*****...

20.00

Zidan was celebrating his friend's birthday at a famous bar in the city.

Although many sexy-clothed women tried to attract her attention, not a single bit tempted her.

Zidan was busy looking around. Accompanied by a cigarette tucked neatly between his fingers, in front of him was a glass of wine that only half remained.

Ting.

Sound notification sign of an incoming message. He reached into his pants pocket and took his cell phone.

My Love

Brother I'm tired, sir may be yes.

^^^Me^^

^^^Why Lo? tumben.^^^

My Love

No papa, just want 😁

^^^Me^^

^^^Why again? No story!^^^

My Love

^^^Me^^

^^^Good dong. You no longer need to bother looking for money.^^^

My Love

Yes, but I have to marry her husband.

^^^Me^^

^^^Terus Lo would?^^^

My Love

That's it.

Without replying to the message, Zidan hurried to leave the party that had even just begun.

"Where are you going, lo?" asked Andre who was sitting next to him.

"Gue unplug first, there's important business."

"Important sequence don't mean, lo?"

Not wanting to serve the taunts of his best friend, Zidan took the keys of his motorcycle and passed away from the place.

Zidan drove his bike at high speed, not until 30 minutes he was in front of Hafa Resto. Zidan opened the door a little rough, and ran towards the cashier's desk.

"Follow me!"

"Aren't you here?" lathifa asked with her shocked face.

"Follow me now!" Zidan pulled Lathifa's hand and took her outside the restaurant.

"Mak Maya please take care of the cashier for a moment!" Lathifa slightly shouted to Maya before leaving the place.

Zidan sat Lathifa in a chair in the park not far from Hafa Resto.

"What do you mean?"

"What?" ask Lathifa confused.

"What do you mean, huh? Do you want to be a second wife? You want to be the third?"

"Yes .. I was forced, Brother. Maybe God wants to help me through them." Lathifa raised her head looking at Zidan who was standing in front of her.

"But not in this way, Cil! There are many other ways."

"How is it, brother? Even if there is another way, I don't want this way either" Lathifa said with teary eyes.

"Gue will help pay the bastard's debts." Zidan started burning emotions.

"With what, brother? All facilities Brother alone blocked the same papa Brother. Where do you want that kind of money from?"

Zidan. Lathifa was right, to eat alone he had to skimp with the rest of the savings he had.

"But I don't want you to marry him Cil ..." said Zidan.

"There's a reason why my brother forbade me to get married?" ask Lathifa.

"Because I love you, Fa," said Zidan.

"Don't joke, brother! You realize what you said?" Lathifa wiped away the tears that had soaked her cheeks.

"Serious cave! Back when Hafiz was still around, I used to play at your house and often secretly noticed you. I've loved you for a long time, Fa."

"But this is wrong, brother. Until whenever we can never be united."

"Why? What about religion? You can follow my beliefs, or I can move on to faith, lo."

"It's not that easy, brother!" Lathifa seemed to be holding back her emotions.

"Yes, we can unite without anyone having to abandon our own beliefs, right, the Fa."

"It can't be like that, brother! The Quran states that Muslim men and women are forbidden to marry non-Muslims. Maybe even in the Bible there is also a ban on interfaith marriage," said Lathifa trying to give understanding to the man in front of her.

"But I love you, Fa." - Zidan.

"That's not love, brother! it's just an obsession that you feel." said Lathifa.

"Asal Kakan knows that love hurts, if you want to fall in love, you must be ready to feel pain. When not being able to meet a loved one, let alone not being able to have a loved one, is hard. Sick Brother!"

"I love my sister as much as I love my sister Hafiz. Just a little sister who loves her brother, nothing more than that" Lathifa said with tears in her eyes.

"Gue can't, Fa! I can't!" yelled Zidan frustrated.

"So you should be able to! Brother must learn to accept the fact that forever we will not be able to unite."

"Keep, you want to marry someone you don't already know? You've never even seen his face?" Zidan was increasingly unable to control his emotions, let alone see Lathifa's reaction nodding her head.

"Lo's crazy, Fa!" snapped Zidan.

"By the way, don't shut up, lo!"

"Lo wants to be made a second wife just for money? Then what's the difference you're the same jal*ng out there who's willing to sell his body just for money, huh!"

PLAQUES

Lathifa slapped Zidan on the cheek, she did not expect Zidan who she had always considered as a substitute for her brother, who was always there when her family fell, could accuse her of being cruel.

"Bad brother! I hate Brother!" scream Lathifa.

Lathifa cried and ran away leaving Zidan staring at her disappearance.

Zidan grabbed his hair violently regretting his words, he realized that his words were so rude and hurt Lathifa.

"AARRGHHH!! YOU MORON! YOU FOOL ZIDAN!"

"AARRGHJ!"

...*****...

Anisa woke up when she felt something heavy overlapping her stomach, soft kisses landing on her head.

The breath touching directly the skin of his back neck made his body bristle.

Waitaminute!

Wasn't she asleep last night still wearing her hijab?

Anisa opened her eyes, she changed her sleeping position to face her husband.

"Wake up, hmm?" ask Alwi.

"Hem ...." Feeling her eyes puffy and difficult to open Anisa also closed her eyes again.

Alwi stared fixedly at the beautiful face of his wife, the beautiful eyes looked swollen, the smile that he usually get every waking up he did not find this morning.

Cup. Cup. Cup.

Alwi kissed both eyes closed Anisa down to the nose of her nose, moved to the right cheek and left ended on the lips of his wife who became opium for him.

"Sorry, sorry, honey. I was khilaf last night." Alwi felt sorry and hugged his wife and then put their eyebrows together.

Anisa just fell silent and returned her husband's embrace.

"I will obey your wishes. I will marry the girl," said Alwi, he hugged his wife's body.

Unbeknownst to Alwi, Anisa shed her tears in her husband's arms.