My Choice of Woman

Episode 193

Episode 193: Secret Meeting

“Assalamu’alaiku warahmatullah wabarakatu,” Ilham say hello before entering the house. As usual, Farah would greet him and answer his greetings from him. Not only that, Farah would also kiss the back of her hand.

From then on, Inspiration always exhales. There was a sense of nervousness that embraced him from the first time he set foot in the house. He had prepared the scenario for his lie again.

Farah smiled, but something stuck in her mind. “Mas why have the clothes been changed? Where's shirt? And why is that neck plaster?” tanyanya polo's.

Inspiration already knew that he would be interrogated like this. Plus the plaster that sticks is very striking. “Which answer I used to be? So many questions, dear.” Inspiration stroked the top of Farah's head.

“Jawab only, Mas.” Farah is demanding. It's out of her husband's habit, she has to ask about this.

“So I fell, my neck was bruised and my shirt was slightly torn. So I decided to buy this shirt.” Inspiration smiles. He had to hide his nervousness. In addition, he had to add to his list of lies to his wife.

“Yeah, why Mas? How can?” Farah suddenly became worried. She was about to touch the neck of her husband who was stamped with plaster, but was immediately pushed aside by Ilham.

“I'm nothing. I take a shower first yes.” Inspiration soon passed away leaving his wife with a myriad of questions still wanting to be asked.

Sorry, Farah. I lied again.

***

Anneline was already preparing with a neat dance. He smeared a little powder and a soft peach wana lipstick. “Today is the day I waited for.” Anneline smiled at the mirror reflection.

The ringing of his phone again ruined his delusion that was dancing in his head. He snorted in annoyance and wanted to curse who created the box. Even within these few minutes his phone was still roaring loudly. With a half-forced heart, Anneline touched the box object that continued to roar.

Anneline was surprised if the one who called this time was Kinanti, not her husband. He hurriedly answered the phone.

“Halo, Kinan,” he said interspersed with a cough he made himself.

“Is Brother okay? Looks like you are less healthy.” Kinanti.

“I just want to rest, Kinan. I've eaten and taken medicine, you don't have to worry about me.” Anneline. He didn't want Kinanti to come.

“I'll accompany Brother.”

“Not necessary, maybe I just need a little break. I want a quiet house. Tomorrow, it must be healed,” to Anneline.

Finally, Kinanti agreed to the request of her employer. He knew that the great madam could not give up. If it has said A then the plan must be A and it cannot be contested.

***

“Mas where to go?” Farah caught Ilham who had been neatly decorated with her favorite perfume.

Inspiration swallowed his salivary. He knew his wife would ask him this. Inspiration has prepared the right answer. “I want to chat for a while with Frans at his coffee shop. Can, right?”

Farah just nodded. Not usually Mas Ilham out at night. Especially wearing a relaxed shirt.

At once Farah dismissed the bad possibility. She was determined, and tried to trust her husband under any circumstances. After all, Farah was sure that her husband must have just gathered with his friend. It is impossible to refuse, for Farah the freedom to gather would be natural.

“Mas, later go home not night-night, yes.”

Ilham nodded. His chest was hot, there was the deepest tone of guilt. “Iya, later I will go home after all business is done.”

After saying goodbye to his wife, Ilham drove his car to arrive at a stop near the Anneline inn not far from his home. He felt like everything had to be done tonight. Even to fulfill everything, he also requested the condition that Anneline was not too like the meeting at noon.

Anneline was sitting on the bench. His eyes were watching the car that passed on the road. Tonight, he asked for a date request that was delayed six years ago. Anneline also promised that she wouldn't be rude. He just wants the date he promised when it happened.

A black car stopped in front of him. Anneline was sure it was the ice prince she had been waiting for.

Correct guess. Ilham got out of the car and greeted Anneline with a sour face as he did so half-heartedly. Inspiration opened the door for Anneline.

Anneline, who was happy, now drew her smile when Ilham opened the passenger car door in the back for her.

“Why should I sit in the back?” Anneline protest. “I want to sit next to the wheel!”

Inspiration takes a long breath. “Sit or not at all.”

With a feeling of annoyance, Anneline finally complied. He sat in the rear passenger seat and made Ilham a driver. But he raised his heart, the important thing is that tonight he can walk with Inspiration.

Inspiration returned to his wheel. Tonight, Anneline asked him to accompany her for a walk. Initially Ilham refused, but the threat of Anneline was not kidding. He also gave a requirement if met, no activities hand in hand or physical contact. Anneline agreed.

Cars running through the night are not so good because the moon is not visible. Anneline from earlier just smiled to see the look of a handsome face belonging to Ilham reflected by the rectangular windshield.

Anneline noticed every curve of Ilham's face. He recalled how Inspiration always pours out his affection in its own way. Make super delicious cuisine, colorful cakes and love. Anneline's gaze then turned to Ilham's neck affixed by plaster.

“I'm sure your wife must have asked about the wound you covered with the plaster.” Anneline laughed softly.

“She's already asked, and please don't be like that again.” The voice of Ilham confirmed the woman sitting in the passenger seat at the back.

“It turns out you forgot yes! You taught me to mark like that. I'm even afraid that my parents know the trail you left behind in High School.” Anneline replied with a beautiful incident that she and Inspiration had felt. Kisses and lips have been tasted before. It's just that Ilham didn't want to go any further. He and Ilham are not much different from teenagers who want to try something they think is new.

Ilham. He did not want to remember the sins of High School. He was so disgusted with his old self, fondling the opposite sex who was not his mahram.

“Hei Ilham, don't you want to tag me again?”

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