Married To An Ex

No need

If only it had slid from the corner of Denis' lips. If only the sentence had been spoken by Riana or Nisa. And if only he spoke other than Rifky, Nabila would be very grateful and smile happily. In fact, the word came from her husband. The only person Nabila hates right now. 

False slander that Rifky had thrown in front of his parents melted all the flavors that had ever existed. Dissipate a speck of love that is almost growing. Freeze the soft liver until it hardens. Although all has passed, but still imprinted until this second.  

Sick, slashing, Nabila's self-esteem is at stake with something she never did. His face was covered with permanent ink. It was as if there were no more appropriate apologies for the man. 

Nothing wrong, Rifky's face showed sincerity. He said it glided sweetly in the ear. Unfortunately, it was not well received by the listener. 

"No, the workshop is near." Nabila's voice sounded sniffling. 

"Still far away, Nabila. Lookie! You still have to go through two minimarkets. Two highways and two red lights." Rifky had already memorized that path. 

He knew where the workshop Nabila meant. Maybe if reached by walking will spend an hour more. It's almost five o'clock now. Be sure to stay. 

True too, but he was lazy to receive help from him. The ends must be insults. 

Repeated and repeated events make Nabila reluctant to connect with Rifky. Fear of his kindness will become a scourge and drop him on the bottom of the deepest sea. 

"No, I'll call Nisa." He grabbed his phone from the bag. Ignite and suppress the name of the friend. But unfortunately, suddenly the phone that was on was dead again. 

This is why anyway. Don't be shy dog, Rifky can insult me to the crown. Glanced at Rifky who was standing next to him. 

Trying to turn on his phone again. The old-school HP that makes Rifky laugh amusedly when he sees it. As much as possible does not require Rifky power. Scared, this was just the man's plan to destroy her like before. 

"How many years has HP been? Maybe it's time to change." Afraid that Nabila was angry, Rifky uttered with caution. 

There is no guarantee, Nabila is still busy trying to turn it on. Hope it can be used soon. 

"Here, I pinjemin." Proposing his flat objects which are of course branded and good. 

"Not to." Again Nabila only answered with a cynical tone. 

Still stubborn. Clearly they need help. 

Without warning, Rifky pulled Nabila back and guided the bike. 

"We will not get to the destination if we do not walk," he said accompanying. 

There was no rejection, and Nabila gave up. This time she needed her husband's energy to go home. Free to refuse, it's a waste of time. 

After a long journey, Rifky and Nabila arrive at a large workshop. A lot of bikes are parked there, it looks like it will also be repaired. 

"Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you?" asked one of the officers to welcome Rifky. 

Looking at Rifky's appearance from top to bottom. Then back up. Swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. 

Wasn't he a week ago who came here in a fancy car. Why now bring a motor butut?

Remembering Rifky's familiar face in his eyes. Looking towards Nabila who was standing behind the man. 

Must be this girl's bike. 

"I want to justify the motor, suddenly it dies."

"Sit down, Bil. I think it's still a long time.'' Rifky placed the plastic chair behind Nabila.

"No need," refused Nabila. 

''How many times have I said no, '' irritated Rifky. 

Nabila shifted her feet towards the door. Avoiding Rifky who stood so close to him. Keep the distance so as not to cause misunderstandings as usual. 

Do I stink? 

Rifky smelled a suit that was still very fragrant, even the perfume on his body went all over the room. So, what caused Nabila to avoid? 

Question marks started to cross Rifky's mind. But he did not dare to ask. Only occasionally steal a look towards Nabila's face. 

Turns out she's very pretty. Unknowingly, his little heart praised the woman who used to be so hated and humbled. Admiring the figure who had once been expelled from his side. 

"Sorry, Sir. The bike is not finished yet. Soon the workshop was closed, while there were some engine parts that had to be serviced," said one employee at Rifky. 

"Alright, we'll take it tomorrow." Take out a business card and give it to the employee. 

"If the bike's ready, you call me." 

"Good, sir." The employee bowed kindly and went back in, while Rifky approached Nabila who was standing at the door. 

Delivering a message from the workshop employee that the new motorbike can be taken tomorrow. 

"You just go home with me, not pa-pa, right?" tawang Rifky's serious. 

"No need, I'm coming home by motorcycle, after all my place is near here." Pointing towards the west. 

Where could he possibly agree so easily, while his heart was still very upset with the man's treatment. He wanted to sink it into the Atlantic Ocean. 

They're out of the garage. Rifky also did not intend to force. Letting Nabila wait for the vehicle to pass. I was grateful to receive his help, maybe another time it could happen again. 

Rifky's in the car. He went in and slowly pushed it. Stop it not far from Nabila standing. Monitor the woman intensely. Suddenly a regret filled his chest. So tight to accommodate the guilt that was once done to the wife. 

It has been almost ten minutes, there has been no motorcycle taxi or public transportation that passed in front of Nabila. The streets also began to fall. It looks like public vehicles are no longer operating because it is almost dark. Make Rifky take quick steps. 

He stopped his car next to Nabila. Open the glass and smile. "Come in! I'll take you home" he said. 

Nabila shook her head strongly. Shift his eyes in the other direction. It was not without reason to reject Rifky's invitation, he just did not want this to be the reason the man insulted him. 

"Come, Bil. Instead of you staying overnight and meeting begal, I'd better take you home. I promise I won't do anything to you" Rifky said. 

Nabila's view around. Sure enough, dusk was already completely submerged. Shops in the area have also closed. Street lights have started to light up indicating almost night. There were no pedestrians passing by, only a few private vehicles. 

There's no other choice, I have to go with Rifky instead of being stuck here. 

Screaming as well, fearing that an unexpected event might happen. Nabila had to go in and sit next to Rifky.