Love At the End of Ramadan

Chapter 6. Savingswoman

The cold air conditioner gently caressed the body of a young woman with a maroon-red midi dress in a shopping center. It's been three hours since he's circled the mall. Entering outlet after outlet of clothes, shoes, bags without feeling tired in the slightest. No doubt, in his hands has been fortified with several paper bags from famous brands that might raise his social status.

"Mas Arman. I want that!" point the woman towards the mannequin on display at one of the clothing outlets.

The man who was none other than Arman linked his gaze towards the mannequin that the young woman had pointed at. The man simply smiled curtly while nodding his head as if to be a signal that he would fulfill all that was asked.

"Whatever you want, you can take, baby."

The woman's lips were gaping wide with both eyes perfectly rounded. He also looked at Arman. "Mas Arman is serious? Can I still get those clothes?"

Arman nodded steadily as he stroked the woman's cheek gently. Look at him with love. "Have I ever lied?"

The woman's lips, which turned out to be named Stella, were a little weird. Apparently, the answer from Arman is something that makes his heart a little upset.

"Earlier. Even today Arman still lies to me."

A forehead flutter appears on Arman's forehead. As if not so understanding with the intent stored behind the look of Stella's face and speech.

"Lying about what? I think I've been honest with you."

"Mas Arman once said that he would marry me soon, right? But why haven't you married Mas yet?"

The mood that was so happy before, suddenly changed. Stella was very upset. Already many times Arman said he would soon marry her, but until this moment is still a discourse and a figment of the thumb.

Seeing Stella's mood change, Arman hastened to find a way to get her back. He pulled the arm of the lover's hand so that the woman's slender body was attached to Arman's body.

"You haven't bought any jewelry, have you? What if after this you buy the jewelry you want? I think you'll like it. Hows it? Wanna?"

The previously reigning resentment is now tempered by the presence of the winds of heaven offered by Arman. Stella again raised her head, until now her net is fouled with the net belongs to Arman.

"Jewelry? Seriously you, Mas? Gold, or diamonds?"

"Whatever you want, you can take, baby."

Stella's cheeks are red. Getting such a sweet treatment made her smile crack. The woman was increasingly struggling in Arman's arms. For that twenty-five-year-old young lady, after her introduction to Arman her world felt much more beautiful.

"Then I want both. Diamonds and gold!"

"All right, let's find out what you want!"

The pair of humans walked around. The bodies of the two are clinging to each other. Hands are together, showing off a feeling of affection.

Trace after trace had been imprinted on the floor of this shopping mall. Entering outlet by outlet as well as down every corner of the existing place. As if I didn't want any parts to be missed. Everyone wants them to visit as a form of self-satisfaction. Until in the end, the footprints both stopped in one of the foodcourt to fill the stomach that they left empty earlier.

Beef steak and orange juice are available. The distinctive aroma of the meat of Ausie is so striking from this dish. Until making Arman and Stella want to quickly enjoy.

"So, what can you decide? I don't want to wait too long. I'm twenty-five years old. I think I deserve to get married."

While putting the steak into her mouth, Stella tries to open up a conversation with Arman. This time, he questioned what was the decision of the lover who for six months was secretly in a relationship with him.

Arman was slightly stunned by the question posed by Stella. She thought her boyfriend stopped talking about marriage after he bought her a diamond, but in reality she still remembers him. This is what makes this middle-aged man a little confused to answer.

"Prophey baby, I'll definitely marry you. But later after I finish my business with my wife."

"Patience? You ask me to be patient? How much longer do I have to wait for you? We've been walking for six months and you're still asking me to be patient? Totally selfish of you Mas!"

Arman breathed a little rough. He put a fork and knife on the plate and then he grabbed the hand of the lover. Not to forget, a smile on Arman's lips to be able to melt the atmosphere again. Intensely, he kissed Stella's fingers.

"Dear, I will definitely settle my affairs with my wife soon. It all takes a very long process, honey, because I have children too. You calm down Honey, I'll definitely marry you soon."

Although her heart was still filled with resentment, Stella tried to re-trust the words of this man. The woman just smiled.

"Remember, I want you to divorce your wife immediately. And once we're together, your son can't stay with us. I don't want anything to do with your wife and child to weigh me down more and more."

Yeah, Stella's still Stella. A woman who does not want to share love. And indeed he is the destroyer of the household of his people. Become thorns in the household and become sharp pebbles that will leave wounds. I don't know what blinds the eyes of his heart until he has the heart to become a destroyer of the happiness of others.

Like a buffalo shuffled by his nose, Arman nodded his head. Even the man again kissed Stella's hand.

"Good Honey. Give me at least two weeks to finish this. I'll make sure I'm divorced from my wife."

Like raindrops on the edge of the drought, the promise spoken from Arman's mouth managed to make coolness flow every corner of Stella's heart. The woman flashed a sweet smile on her lips as a sign that her mood had returned to normal.

 "Promise me, in two weeks' time your divorce with your wife is done?" stella said again asking for firmness.

Again Arman nodded his head. He smiled and rubbed Stella's cheeks with gentleness. "Dear, I promise. This time I will no longer deny what I have said to you."

Both seem to dissolve more and more in the intimate atmosphere created. Laugh, look at each other and pour out all the feelings. Without them realizing if not far from where they spent time together, stood the figure of a woman who had shed tears. By holding all tightness in the chest.

"It turns out this is the answer to your change in attitude. And it turns out my hunch is right, that you have a mistress."

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