Love and the Owner of Love

Wanna go home

"that means you don't really love my brother, because if you love Rara you will fight"

The sentence the King spoke was like a big blow to Iqbal, the man was still sitting pensively, still staring at the King with an indescribable gaze.

While the owner of the voice plays his phone, not caring about Iqbal's gaze.

True what the King said, if indeed Iqbal loves Rara he will fight without caring about the talk around, but what he answered, he firmly told that he would mengikhlaskan Rara.

That's a classic excuse, isn't it ?

"Our conversation is over, I already know your answer" said King to stand up from his seat, but quickly Iqbal held back.

"Wait a minute !" Iqbal.

The king frowned looking at Iqbal "What else is it ?"

"I'm not done talking"

"Yes, talk !" Finally the King sat down again, he wanted to listen to what Iqbal would say.

"First of all I'm sorry Mas, but I beg you please bless my relationship and Rara, I love Rara so much"

"I promise to make her happy"

a spate of Iqbal calamates made the King continue to look at him, the King listened clearly to what Iqbal said...

"Your words are always different, just now he said you will mengikhlaskan Rara if I do not give my blessing, continue why now changed again"

Iqbal again swallowed his saliva, probably because of nervousness and feeling inappropriate so that the word was spoken by his mouth, whereas in the depths of his heart Iqbal loved Rara very much.

"I will fight Mas" said Iqbal with his head lowered, let him be said men have no commitment because there are always different answers.

The king grabbed his cell phone, then handed it to Iqbal. "Remember your number here !" pinta King firmly.

With trembling hands Iqbal grabbed the luxury phone, then recorded his HP number by hastily "Already Mas" said Iqbal while giving the King's phone.

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Meanwhile.

Keyla and Rara were walking around, but Rara seemed uninspired because she was so curious about what her brother said.

Repeatedly Rara checked her phone to see who knew the King was calling her to return, but in fact until now there was no message from the King and it made Rara sigh long.

"Why deck ? how nervous is it ?" asked Keyla pretended not to know when he knew that his sister-in-law was being scared.

"Nungguin Abang, ma'am. Why so long"

Keyla smiled, "Patience, first phone call"

Rara nodded she let Keyla call the King.

"Halo Assalamualaikum Bang" Keyla said after a call with the King.

"Greetings, yes Neng"

"Have finished yet Bang ?"

"Already Neng, come here !"

"Well then"

After that the call was interrupted, "Let's go back to where Brother is !! it's done he said" Keyla asked.

Hearing that Rara immediately excited, "Yuk Mbak"

But when they were about to step out of the store they passed Tasya, as usual Rara would be excited to see the beautiful woman, like meeting an old friend.

Likewise with Tasya who immediately welcomed Rara with pleasure, different when Tasya looked at Keyla look a look of annoyance in his eyes that Keyla can catch.

"Hi see you again" said Keyla.

"Sama Brother and Mbak Key" answered Rara enthusiastically.

"Oh yeah" Tasya looked gleeful "Then where's King ?"

"In the restaurant up ahead ! It's the same I want Key to go back there"

And this time Tasya looked at Keyla from top to bottom, judging Keyla's appearance, then whispered to Rara.

"King has been married for how long ?" whispered Tasya but still heard by Keyla.

"It's been a year Sister" answered Rara "Yayakan Mbak Key" asked Rara to Keyla.

Keyla replied with a nod, although he did not know the purpose of Tasya asking about the age of his marriage to the King.

"Do you have children ?" this time Tasya's question was addressed to Keyla, making Keyla dare to look at Tasya's face.

"Not Kak, it's still a process" Rara replied.

Tasya sneered and looked back at Keyla "Udah was long married but had no children either, or not-don't" Tasya deliberately hung his remarks.

"Let's go on deck, brother long wait" Keyla pulled Rara's hand, tried Tasya himself.

Tasya's words hurt his heart, he knew where Tasya was talking, just like everyone else when asking about the child.

Honestly she has done anything to get pregnant quickly, but even though the effort has been done hard if God has not predestined for her to get pregnant, Keyla can what ? The child is taken from the almighty.

Slowly the clear liquid began to drip, along with her footsteps towards the restaurant where her husband was..Even Keyla ignored Rara's rant.

"Bak Key why ?" now Rara realized Keyla's silence, plus the back of Keyla's hand that wiped away the tears.

"Mbak Nangis" said Rara again.

Keyla shook her head "Faster the deck Kasian Abang had been waiting for" he replied lying although Rara would have known that she was crying because of her hoarse voice.

Keyla felt the journey to the restaurant felt very far away, she was impatient to meet her husband and hugged him tightly.

Keyla's eyes saw her husband standing in front of the restaurant smiling at her.

"Himself Bang ? Where's Iqbal ?" rara asked directly after they stood in front of the King.

"In, please talk first ! but don't get close !" the king answered with a warning.

"Good Bang"

Only after Rara's departure, the King looked at his wife he was immediately surprised to see the traces of tears on his wife's cheeks.

"You cry Neng ? what's up ? who hurt you ?" ask King streak.

"I want to go home Bang, I want to go back to Jakarta" said Keyla.

"Why Dear ? what is the story with you ?"

Keyla did not answer, he did not want to explain that he had met Tasya and he was crying because of Tasya's words.

No !!

Keyla does not want to be stamped as the wife of the complainant, anyways not necessarily Tasya speech will say as it is in his mind.

"Neng" the king called back.

"What's up ? why Cry ? same story Brother" said the King gently.

"No bang, it was possible to catch wind so Key's eyes hurt and watery" Keyla replied lying.

"I'm sorry Key Bang ! sorry that Key lied to you, Key just didn't want you to hate someone, let all this Key himself" Keyla said as she looked at her husband.

"We go back to Jakarta yuk Bang" Keyla repeated a similar word.

"Good darling we're home tomorrow morning"