Marrying a Friend

Nesya Suspicion #PovFirhan

The sound of the door creaking could be heard as I opened the door when I was about to enter, now breaking the silence from the moment I left my father and mother's house. The room was rather warm, as it passed through the main large door. At least, warm my body to the cold of the night out there that has penetrated the skin. The atmosphere of this house is so quiet, the door is also not in the key. However, if Nesya is at home and not going anywhere, only this time he does not welcome me when he arrives home.

Ah, maybe he's sleeping. My edge is convincing to myself, when wonder begins to spread in the mind and mind.

Right, maybe.

The air conditioner doesn't turn on anyway. It could be, she was sleeping with her activities all day as a housewife. He does not sometimes turn on the air conditioner in the living room and main door if you are resting or traveling. I smiled, as I remembered her face that had quietly entered in the cracks of my dark mind.

After opening the shoes, then the tuxedo that I accidentally attached in the hand, then went to the room and had to take it off on the shoulder of the sofa when passing in the middle room. The middle room light is not on, only a few rooms such as Musholla, kitchen, workspace and Garden can still be seen because the door is made of glass—bening—geser.

Just to the south, after climbing the ceramic-toothed staircase, the turquise-colored door opened slightly and I could peek out of the gap. Mnguap. The girl was standing looking out the window. I thought he was asleep. I sighed and again smiled who was still looking at him in the distance here.

Maybe he didn't hear my car arrive.

Silently ignorantly blew his ears, while cautiously approaching and having been behind him. Nesya squirms and again, the other ear is frowned upon cunningly. Again, he squirmed but this time turned back. Her eyes instantly widened for a moment in shock, then instantly turned to stare intently, but the sharp stares of humor and sarcasm that were visible, her tiny lips could not help forming a pretty smile on her face. The rarity of this mouth sounded.

"Assalamu'alaikum, dear. " My whisper looked and hooked both hands around his neck. She still smiles sweetly.

"Wa'alaikum salad. Night." Nesya replied with a gentle smile touching her eyes.

"Night too. " Lightly I then dyed quickly her white cheeks which made those beautiful eyes widen to look at me, but smiled.

Then, for a moment the eyes turned narrow, staring suspiciously, but there was clearly a curious glimmer in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I was curious to see him looking at me with frowning eyebrows, but like trying to solve a difficult puzzle.

Again, Nesya was still silent with eyes that looked like she was thinking of something.

"Darling? " my spoiled and frustrated era is now turning around. My hands crept in between my hair and squeezed. He always managed to panic and fear his mysterious behavior.

"What makes you sad?" The question was simple, but it made me flinch in shock and unconsciously let my hand slip and stick down, then turn to the back of the girl who was looking more and more astonished and confused towards me after a moment we looked at each other.

"What, Honey?" her tan gently tried again while urging full investigation, after she moved in front of me and clasped my face, forcing her to look at him.

"none. " It was my lightness that made these eyes instantly turn downwards not looking at Nesya who was staring expectantly, anxiously, and sadly.

I'm sighing.

I turned quickly to divert the topic, turned back and turned to look away who was now looking out at the window. "That's just .... just. Wait, why didn't you welcome me when I arrived?" I turned around at the end of the sentence. He snorted annoyedly, then sighed caving in.

The look of the accusation just now softened gently and made me secretly sigh in relief. His hand was now raised, then grasping this face that glimpsedly fixed the hair that was falling on my forehead. Her lips slowly pulled upwards and formed a sweet smile, in a warm gaze.

"Although I don't know what it is, but at least, I know the sadness and the hurt, Firhan. Whatever it is, whatever it is, I hope it doesn't make you linger in your wounds and get it over with." Nesya's sigh was shrill who was still looking at me.

Instantly, this feeling of sadness and darkness, radiates warmly in the body. Moreover, the mind that stops claustrophobic and rumbling. I let the big smile just expand in front of him.

"Thank you." Bisiku happy.

Aamiin Ya Robb's. My mind again cringed happily expectantly. I pulled him in my arms.

"Sorry, I didn't welcome you." Sahut Nesya started after removing the crib.

"It's okay." I lightly kissed her head and pulled her back in my arms.

"Fir, you smell like acid!" instead of Nesya while pushing slowly and making me stare sharply, but he chuckled. This smile cannot be hidden.

I know that blush face, he sometimes does it if suddenly considering we were friends. He once told me about this. My subtle sighs sounded, yet it was still in a smile.

"Well, ma'am, Fir, get me some food, while I'm gonna take a shower."

"okay." The cry glared at me which made these lips form in a smile, but my eyes widened in surprise, then quickly dipped this cheek and ran away with his giddiness.

Nesya passed by leaving me alone in this room, leaving the one who was still staring at her further away and revealing a happy smile touching my heart while shaking her head slowly over and over again.

I grabbed the bath pajamas in the special towel cabinet and such, then rushed to take a shower.

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