Marrying a Friend

Past Emergences #PovFirhan

IT TOOK a split second, the girl just snapped unconscious from her shock. I don't know what happened to him either.

After picking up the mysterious phone I didn't know it, he fell silent like a beautiful carved statue. However, those round black eyes seemed to show deep sadness. I don't know what's going on, but right now, I can just be quiet and cheer on my wife. Not no matter everything, just want to let himself calm down first, then ask this.

I held Nesya so tightly. Tears unceasingly flowed down her soft white cheeks.

"Relax, all will be well" I whispered in her ear, still clenched so tightly, and helped her lie down and sleep.

I don't know what he's feeling right now, I don't know what it is. Although, I don't know who the mysterious caller is, but I do know that dark face and eyes that are currently still streaming tears. Those were the eyes and the look on my face the last time Daniel and my girl spoke and met.

Could it? My mind again seemed to rumble at the thought of them.

After being quite calm and his sobs subsided, I then asked him to pray to calm his heart and mind. He was so solemn in his worship, even when he thought to Allah. After a short while of peeping my hand, I kissed her forehead and led her to the bed. He was so tired after crying for a while. My eyes were closed, as the roar of her soft breath sounded in the embrace.

Morning peeking between the curtains of our room walls. Building walls on the second floor is indeed made of large and thick flannel glass and deliberately installed specifically for the walls of the house. If you are in this room, we can see the view of the city of Jakarta with its high buildings. However, if you are outside and looking here, then only darkness is visible and invisible. Some of the walls were also carved with beautiful motifs and Nesya was very fond of it.

I pulled the blue curtain over the white curtain, then shifted it slightly, until the morning sun full of vitamin D penetrated the room and touched my wife's face. His eyes were furrowed in still being closed, he was trying to avoid the sunlight. Ringisannya heard on her tiny lips that are still pink even without the lipstick polish. A smile returned and looked at Nesya who was still refracting her eyes by the glint of sunlight.

"For my dear wife." My broom then dipped and made her blink repeatedly at me. He smiled wiggly while wriggling.

"Morning, Fir .. Fir?" He who was reluctant woke up from his sleep, then surprised as if he realized something at the end of the word.

A wide smile now appeared, then landed a kiss on the forehead of this spoiled girl. He glanced at the fleeting clock and frantically looked at me. "Why is it still here?" Confused ask.

"When have I not been able to be in my own room?"

The girl sighed, then frowned. "It's not like that. But I mean, are you off today?" ask her to get up and sit down.

"Not really." My light.

"Then?"

"Just want to take care of my wife" I lightly looked at her as I shrugged.

The girl sighed. But his smile could not be hidden from me.

"I'm okay, really. Sorry, for my sudden attitude last night,"

I shrugged my shoulders with a light smile. "No problem. But, oh, come on, boss time can't be allowed if his wife is sick? My staff just act like that, when I'm the owner of the office, don't you?"

"But, Fir-"

"Here you go, let's eat. I've cooked for you. And, don't forbid me from accompanying me and taking care of my wife today!" my elak argued against not wanting to lose, considering he had acute stubbornness.

"Who is sick? Huh!" Her lips snorted and made me chuckle.

Nesya then ate obediently in my mouth, although the look on her face was deliberately set with a look of annoyance and frown, but it did not even bother me a little.

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I could only look out at this metropolis from the big window of my office. Viewing from a height in an afternoon atmosphere. As usual, the road seemed crowded with vehicles.

I was still trying to muffle and suppress the anger that had been rumbling in the mind of—since the tall man was in my room that was desperate to meet in the office. After wiping my face and sighing heavily, silent for a moment staring fixedly out the window I was looking for in no way there, then sighing heavily again.

"What do you want to come here?" I asked coldly, starting to talk again after a moment of silence, without turning to look at him who was sitting earlier on the brown sofa and maybe still looking at me.

"Not that! What exactly was your purpose in meeting me?" my insistence was defensive and sounded a bit snapping while suppressing every vocabulary at the end of the sentence.

He was currently speechless and instantly made me turn to look at his huffed and pale face.

That kid is a complete mess. He's not the Daniel I knew and last saw. His body dropped drastically and turned extremely thin with his white face that looked thin. In fact, his narrowed eyes looked sunken and the dark circles were very clear in those eyes.

I don't know what happened to him.

"What do you want from my Nesya?" I coldly tried again. However, I deliberately suppressed my last vocabulary.

His face lifted and looked at me for a moment. Then, "I miss him, Firhan, I-"

"After you dumped her like that?" My voice interrupted and cut off his involuntary speech, my tone of voice rising an octave in the senses of my own listeners.

Yeah, I know the direction of this conversation. My rude snort now rang out, then smiled sarcasm at him after he lowered his head. And he knows, I don't like that stupid thought.

"Please, Firhan? Last time?" I beg you who are almost whispering.

Sounds like ... guilty, sad and .. Desperate? Is he really like that? My mind is now curious and guilt is starting to creep up on my nerves.

But, I can't. In any case, I did not like and was very angry at him for dumping Nesya like that. As her old friend and her current husband, I am still angry and disappointed in that man. Moreover, as the memories in my brain again twisted when I saw Nesya's very fragile state, frustrated and lost life.

Oh my God, I think I want to hit this stupid guy! My mind was so anxious that it immediately heaved a heavy sigh, and again violently suppressed the anger in the mind that began to rebel.

Right, he wants to meet my Nesya, his former lover who is now my wife. Right now, it's so hard to press my mouth hard to be quiet, not to say anything rude to him. Then, turning back again with reluctant eyes looking at him— really reminds me of the last incident—every look at that face. My hand then lifted and squeezed my hair in frustration.

How could he easily forget everything and arbitrarily make such a decision? And then, now, with his stupid look that never seemed to happen, he asked me….

My grunts sounded and did not continue the turmoil of my anger that was raging and rumbling in the mind at this time.

Oh, did he cause Nesya to go into shock a few days ago?

The thought that immediately began to be suspicious of the situation Nesya who had just crossed, now disturbed me. Unknowingly, my hands clenched tightly.

"Don't show your face anymore" the threatening hiss bursting with blood just came out without my control.

"What?"

I could hear, Daniel's voice shocked and unexpected to see my attitude change. I then turned to look at him for a moment with a cold face and sarcasm. "Go from here!" My heart pressed on the vocabulary while looking at it sharply.

"Fir, you misunderstood. I thought we could talk"

"Say, get out of here, Daniel!" My sergeant snapped with a high tone looking at him sharply. My hands are really clenched tightly.

Daniel looked at me for a moment, like he was looking for something, and then sighed. "Maybe not this moment," he muttered looking at me meaningfully after sighing heavily, then hurried reluctantly, then snatched the jeans jacket next to him lying on the sofa. And, pass by without saying anything more.

I let out a loud sigh, turned around and almost punched this glass window in front of me. Close my eyes and catch my breath again, trying to regain control of myself. Roughly, reached into my phone in the tuxedo I was wearing and pressed the quick button. Then, "I need to talk, "I said darkly and then turned off the phone.

My eyes are now penetrating and exploring the metropolis as my right hand rests on this glass and my one hand again, squeezing the cell phone firmly. Dusk began to be seen, long sighs now evaporated in the mouth and nose.

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