My best friend my husband

Chalter 66's.We've been divorced

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Yayuk who heard the voice of the man in front of his house, immediately left his cooking in the kitchen and walked out.

Yayuk raised his eyes to see the incident where Azlan-Dara's legitimate husband was crying while bending his knees and hugging Dara's legs.

Yayuk hid himself behind a wall and heard Azlan's words.

"I've never cut you, Dara. You were before. Since that incident, you have lived in your brother, right? Then you also invite us to part. Brother had refined, but you stubbornly asked for it" Azlan said

(I've never inflicted a wound on you, Dara. You before. Ever since that incident, you've been living in brother's house, right? Then you also invite us to separate. Brother had refused, but you stubbornly asked for it.)

"I had time to think in your way at that time, I who was already emotional can only follow my anger. I'm afraid to make you hurt, but whatever, if you continue to be by my side in this condition I also feel bad. You know, I miss you so much. Missing our memories together, why are you doing this to me Dara, why? I feel so guilty for not being able to take care of you and be responsible for you."

(I had time to think in your way at that time, I who was already emotional can only follow my anger. I'm afraid of getting you hurt, but what's the power, if you're constantly by my side in this condition I feel guilty too. You know, I miss you so much. Missing our memories together, why are you doing this to me, Dara, why? I feel so guilty that I can't take care of you and take responsibility for you.)

Yayuk closed his mouth when he heard Azlan's confession. Unlike the Dara who was talking about first.

Dara says that she left the house because Azlan refused her to separate.

'What should I do?' his inner. He breathed in a bad smell in the kitchen.

"Taste me," muttered Yayuk to turn off the stove.

The beef that he made the steak had turned black and could not be eaten anymore.

***

"How many times do I want to tell you. Don't ever see me again, I didn't hear everything!" shout Dara.

Perhaps their debate can be heard by neighbors in his house.

"I know you must be lying, right, honey? I know you must be missing me again. I know it, I feel it." Azlan.

Now he stood before Dara with a red face and his cheeks wet with his own tears.

(How many times do I have to tell you. Don't ever see me again, I don't hear everything!)

(I know you must be lying, don't you, honey? I know you must miss me again. I know it, I feel it.)

Azlan hugged Dara without any rebellion and rejection from the master.

Dara closed her eyes feeling the warmth she had longed for years ago.

He also thinks about Azlan, Love, mom, papa, his mom and Chaca. Dara used to feel like she was the dumbest man in the world because she left her own family behind.

In fact, he thought that he would rather die and not see the beauty of the world anymore, when Azlan never went looking for him to California.

Now, everything is clear. Azlan desperately wanted himself and kept urging himself so that he would return home first.

"It's late, go home. I also want to rest" said Dara, releasing Azlan's hand which hugged her leg.

"Can you stay here?"

Dara's eyes involuntarily widened with Azlan's desire.

"We're divorced, we can't sleep in bed" Dara said.

"Who said? That's your request, not brother. Brother just kicked you out, sister also don't give you divorce papers."

Deg.

Right too, thought Dara. But, Dara quickly shook her head while clearing her mind from Azlan

"Why?"

"Go home, this is not your home."

Dara who was about to close the door of the house was detained by Azlan.

"What harm? We're still legitimate."

Azlan sneaked into Yayuk's house. Yayuk who was eating in the kitchen, could only gawk at Azlan who was walking leisurely to his kitchen sink.

"Who are you?"

(Who are you?)

(I'm a friend of Dara-your wife, Yayuk. I brought him here because I felt so sorry for him. I used to take Dara reunian to a cafe that spent 10 million.)

They shook hands briefly, and Azlan thanked Dara for giving her a very decent home life.

"Come, sleep. Where's your room?" ask Azlan suddenly.

"Are you going to the hotel?"

Dara and Yayuk can only gawk because Azlan is too open.

"To the hotel, Ra. Let me take care of my house, you'll have met your husband."

Yayuk pushed Dara towards Azlan standing up and ruffled her waist.

"All right, kajja."

Azlan attract Dara . But, he stopped again.

"How many accounts?"

"Huh?"

"How many accounts? Let me send some money to your account as a token of gratitude for you taking very good care of him" Azlan said.

"really?"

Azlan nodded his head while smiling at Dara and Yayuk.

Yayuk writes his account number on a small paper and gives it to Azlan..

"Tomorrow I will transfer. Just tengan."

"Yes, be careful."

Dara and Yayuk waved as Dara was about to enter Marx's car that Azlan was using.

"Buy cars?" ask Dars as they are on their way to the star hotel Azlan lives in.

"Marx's, my man."

Dara was silent.

***

Arriving at The Ritz Carlton California hotel, Dara was very amazed by this luxury hotel.

Azlan pulled his hand towards the elevator, but before that Azlan ordered dinner for them.

Ting!

Elevator door opens.

Azlan pulled himself towards the room numbered 208.

Chequek!

"Come, come in" Azlan asked

Adnan first entered Azlan's room was really luxurious.

"It's so fancy, isn't your money thinning?" ask Dara worried.

Rooms occupied by Azlan with this wide angle have additional windows for a lot of natural light.Maximum 4 guests, with a maximum of 4 adults.Basket: 1 super-king Room area: 51 m²

"Breakfast is available for Rp 439,198 per person, per night" Reyndad said.

Dara gawked at the price.

Sorry for typo 🙏🙏