My Bow to the Destiny of Love

Sorry, his blood pressure's up

Ardian's car stopped perfectly in front of the house. Mr. Satpam just gaped confused. His hand was still tightly grasping the iron gate like a possessed person.

"Sir, close the gate again. I want to rest let no one bother me."

Mr. Satpam is still unmoved. Only his eyes were twitching at Ardian.

"Sir!" Ardian flicked his finger in front of Mr. Satpam's face.

"Eh five six eight yes, sir?"

Ardian laughed at Mr. Sattam's expression. It made his frustration about the Assistant gradually evaporate. "Sir closed the gate so that there were no guests. I want to rest because the body is less fit." Ardian passed after finishing his sentence.

"T. but. inside..."

Ardian turned. "What's up, sir?" Back to the front of the security guard.

"Mrs Chayra is having a guest, sir?"

Ardian knitted his brows. "Who's visiting this afternoon, sir?"

"That I don't know, sir."

Ardian passed by with a growing curiosity. Slowly he opened the main door that was directly related to the living room. "Assynoltomodel.."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." the compact person who was sitting in the living room replied. Chayra who sat facing the door stood up as she looked at her husband. The two people sitting back to the entrance made Ardian even more curious. Zidane and Alesha sitting on the sofa next to his wife can see.

"Home home, Mom." Chayra walked over with a fluffy smile on her face. "Tumben's home soon?"

"Lack of feeling good, honey." Ardian pulled his wife's body, hugged her at a glance and kissed her forehead.

"Sit down here, Ar. There are guests who want to see you." Zidane patted the sofa next to him.

With a sloth Ardian finally walked over. Just about to sit down, he paused when he saw who was sitting in front of his wife from earlier. "Eh, P.. Mr. Ghibran.." Ardian lowered his head as he grabbed Ghibran's hand and kissed him. This of course made the whole room surprised. Don't ask Ghibran any more. "M. sorry, sir. I don't know if the guest is Mr." Ghibran just nodded. He felt bad about Ardian's attitude.

Alesha and Zidane looked at each other. Between believe and not with Ardian's current attitude.

"Tumben's home fast, Ar. Ayra said you usually go home when going to Maghrib time?" Zidane tried to break the rigidity in the room.

"Mm. yes, Brother. I'm not feeling well so permission to go home earlier. This is it Mr. Randi protested earlier because there are meeting materials that we have to discuss. But, how else, brother. The body cannot be compromised."

"You rest then. Sorry I came to bring Ghibran. I have an agenda out of town for the next three days with him. Mm.. I want to leave Alesha in three days, is that okay?"

Ardian stared at Zidane. His forehead shriveled trying to digest Zidane's intentions.

"Why silence, do you mind?"

"B. It's not so, brother. I still failed to focus on hearing Brother Zidane's words earlier. Does Alesha want to be left that long?"

"This time there is no other choice. Try you want to move to my company yesterday, I definitely won't be this busy right now."

Ardian just smiled a little in response. The words of protest from his wife's family came. But he only considers the past wind. In essence, his wife does not protest and always supports every decision she makes. "We have our own way of life, brother. I've enjoyed my work now. And Brother Zidane should also be able to enjoy Brother's work."

"You don't want me to enjoy it. That's why now I'm coming to see my wife. He didn't want to go to Papa Panji's house because he didn't have any friends there."

"I don't mind, brother. I'm actually happy. That way, Chay won't be lonely when I go to work."

Alesha snatched away the annoyance. "Later when the show is over, you go straight home, Mas. Don't wear the closing party."

"Yes, Honey. You're getting here more possessive anyway. Look at his wife Ghibran, look at his expression even though her husband is leaving."

"He's not pregnant, Mom. She also wanted to accompany her husband. I was pregnant and left behind by my husband. Who will help me massage if my legs cramp again."

"Not to worry, Lesha. I will send Bi Idah to accompany you to sleep. Guaranteed you'll sleep with the henchmen enjoying the massage." Chayra chimed in for pity to see Zidane's expression that looked heavy leaving his wife.

"Then we leave now, Zi. Don't let us be late for the airport." Ghibran tries to end the debate. Pulling his wife's hand to get up as he did.

"His wife Mr Ghibran wants to come?"

"Follow," Ghibran grabbed his wife's bag on the table. "We're going on a honeymoon."

"Oh" answered Ardian.

After the guest left, Ardian went straight up the stairs. "Chay, bring my bag upstairs. I'm gonna take a break."

"Yes, Mum." Chayra took Ardian's briefcase and held it in her chest.

"Mas Ardian willfully, Lesha, let there be a field of reward for me."

"Yes, yes, it's up to you. Which room for me, Ayra."

"Wear on the second floor only. The room next to ours."

"No need to ah,"

"Why is it?"

"Gue doesn't want to hear a strange sound in the middle of the night."

"meaning?" Chayra took off her husband's briefcase, looking at Alesha with a puzzled look.

"You sleep with your husband. Then if anything happens between the two of you, the voice must be me. Lah, I don't have a sleeping buddy."

"Huh, your mind drifts into the real thing. Need in ruqyah like this brain let's not go on." Chayra stomped Alesha's head in agitation. Alesha instead enjoyed the soothing massage.

"Lesha, why did you say that to Brother Ghibran?"

"What?"

"Why did you say that his wife was not pregnant. His face looked pale when you said that."

"Why indeed?"

"Didn't you hear what Ghibran said? They are working, but God has not permitted."

Alesha was silent for a moment. Spontaneous he beristighfar after realizing his mistake. "Astagfirullah, O Allah. It's the mouth why can't it be held back for not saying that."

"That's it, the point is you've realized your mistake. I reminded you that Mom once reminded me to keep my mouth. It's a sensitive matter."

"Sorry, Ayra.."

"Already ah, don't think too much. They must understand."

"I want to ask you something the same." Alesha pulled Chayra's hand which had already grabbed her husband's briefcase back.

"What else?! You rest now, Lesha."

"First, I'd like to ask you the same."

"Ask what else..?"

"Mm. for how you feel when suddenly a Ghibran Abdullah comes to the house you know." Alesha raised her eyebrows waiting for Chayra's reply.

"Oh, what a thing, just ordinary. He'll come with you and Zidane."

"But, as ordinary humans who once loved each other, there must be a vibration when the ex came to see each other suddenly."

"Nothing, I feel ordinary."

"Cie. the flowery met the ex.."

"It turns out you're still here, Chay. Adzra was crying looking for you. Being told to go straight up was even fun to talk about the ex." Ardian bellows annoyed while handing Adzra over to Chayra.

"What the hell, Mas. Alesha likes to tease me. I also wanted to go straight up. But Alesha asked to take her to a room she could occupy."

"The reason is you. Take care of a real child. I have a husband too, I still like to remember my ex."

"Sir Ardian please deh... Why is anger unclear? I was the one who was deliberately teasing Ayra earlier. This is a man, but I'm like a woman with PMS."

Ardian is back. "I don't like anyone talking about an ex. Not at home not in the office there is a sprain."

"Say if you're jealous. I have a certificate of ownership as well, still not clear jealousy. Come on Ayra take me to the room. Ilfill I've been around for a long time with jealous men like him." Alesha pulled Chayra's hand which was calming Adzra down.

"But Adzra won't shut up, Lesha."

"Tell his annoying father to calm him down. It must have been him who woke Adzra up on purpose. I think I saw Brother Ghibran come earlier. Though he only accompanied Mas Zidane to bring me here."

Chayra just shook her head slowly. Ardian doesn't even seem to care. He picked up his briefcase and took it up to the second floor. There is a job that he will discuss with Mr. Randi. Mr. Randi has contacted him twice to discuss the work he left behind. But, a few minutes waiting, his wife did not come to bring her bag.

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