My Ex-President My Husband 3

Season 1: Pursue Your Ideas

Assalammualaikum to the readers wherever you are, may you always be in the protection of Allah SWT yes, aamiin. Thank God MPS Season three I finally published.

At this work I will tell you two seasons. The first season about their love journey while in High School, maybe this story has never been explained in detail in MPS Season 1 & 2, then here I will be clear. The second season follows their household story from the second season.

Happy for reading Guys are a lot

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As difficult and as heavy as anything, you have to wait for me huh. I will go home, and soon marry you

A beautiful girl was standing on the window sill. Both of his hands were holding onto the window trellis with straight gazes looking at the sky. Remembering one of the promises that he still holds until now.

"It's been three years, Bilmar. You disappeared without news. Hundreds of my letters, none of which you have returned, and where was your promise?" sigh Alika.

The clear water that had gathered on his eyelids, now came down and dripped. The man's smile, never seemed to recede from his memory of the heart. He was empty, annoyed but could only remain silent, waiting for all the explanations of every prayer he always offered in his prostration. There is a handsome young man who once promised to always preach it, keep his love and return home to meet him if he has finished his studies in the country of people.

Disappointment has been penetrated in his mind. To keep the promise, Alika never opened her heart to another man. For him a promise is a debt, and a debt must be paid immediately.

"How are you doing there, Bilmar? Do you still remember me? Please give me news! If you want us to split up, please disconnect me first!" raucous sigh.

Alika was just staring at the sun that was starting to rise to the contest. Squeezing a layered cloth around his chest.

"It still hurts, Bill! How could you lie to me! After I let you go to pursue all your wishes?" the girl came back sobbing. His shoulder was swollen, his chest was tight, he kept crying until his face turned red, sometimes vomiting.

Alika quickly wiped away the tears with her collar, when she heard her name being called by her.

"Son?" mama Lisa exclaimed, when she had managed to open the door of the child's room.

"Yes, Mah." replied Alika with a puffy eye.

"You crying again? What the hell is it?" ask Mama Lisa. Alika just shook her head and forced the corner of her lips to lift slightly and finally she smiled thinly.

"Let's sit down first!" Mama Lisa brought Alika to sit in the bed.

"Try the same story Mama, you cry why? Mom always asks, but you never answer! Your behavior, your nature is all strange and changed since graduating High School, three years ago! And now you graduate as a nurse, still a cry like first. What the hell is it, Al? Same story Mama dong, son."

Alika's heart was so soft, could he not answer, if he was experiencing a very great heartbreak in the space of years? The man who always said love to her, just left without a sense of burden. Alika can only stare at the eyeballs of the Mama, a woman who has been credited with giving birth and raising herself to this day.

Alika holds the hand of the mother. "There's nothing, Mah. Just miss the same college friends."

"Correct?" Mama Lisa repeated her question.

Alika was eager to hug the woman to release all her fatigue and burden all this time. He tried to forget Bilmar, removing the man's name from his heart. But still, Bilmar will always come to his dream and say Wait for me, I will go home.

"Al ..." seeing that her daughter was just daydreaming, Mama Lisa again exclaimed in a rather tight tone.

"That's a hell of a whim, Mah, his voice. Later Alika is deaf, Mah." decak Alika while covering both ears.

"Better Mama see you're deaf than you are a mad person. Sometimes crying, daydreaming, sleeping all day like a dead person, lazy to say anything!" Mama Lisa throbbing.

Alika rolled her eyes. "Yes abis want to do again dong, will be bored at home alone."

"Mama was surprised to see you, Al. At home his hobby keeps crouching himself in the room, out the cake, find a girlfriend there. Mama's so worried, afraid that you don't like men."

Alika's eyes glared sharply, how shocked she was accused of being a same-sex woman.

"Son, Alika's gini-gini is still normal, Mah."

Alika just tilted the corner of her lips, putting on a sour face.

"Or don't you, you're still in touch with the Bilmar?" mama Lisa asked with glaring eyes. "Yes, Al. If you're still close to him, Mama won't tell me you're a child again."

Alika looked at her Mama without blinking. He's dumbfounded.

"Why the hell, Mah? It happened long ago, still upset with Bilmar until now.." Alika throbbed, her lower lip pushed up like a duckling.

"No, remember--" Mama Lisa brought her face closer and Alika turned her head back, she turned her gaze away, out of fear for her mother.

"You're still the same as him?" ask Mama Lisa in a sniffling voice.

Alika nodded quickly. "No, Mah."

"Really?"

Alika just nodded, she had to give up lying. Because he was lied to by Bilmar's promise and now has to lie to the mother about his behavior that has been considered strange.

"No, if I say I love her and keep waiting for her return. Will defend it desperately, even if Mama does not approve our relationship? But he left, lied to me!" lirih Alika in her mind.

He could only hold that feeling inside his chest. Hopefully, Alika will not be diagnosed with lung disease, because it is too long to withstand the tightness of longing for the lover of the heart.

Somehow if Mama Lisa knew, if her daughter had been upset for years because she thought of Bilmar. The man he dislikes at all because of some incident that made him have to be summoned by a BK teacher.

"Working in there, rather than at home continue, seek experience! Applying at the Hospital, where you worked, how?"

Alika shook her head. "No ah, Mah. Very far. Papa is also not ngizinin! Yesterday Papa said, in the factory where Om Dani works, again want to set up a clinic for their employees, make sure they need a Nurse. Alika wants to go there, Mah."

"Emang yes? How come you never told me about Mama?"

Alika only raised her shoulder and shook her head. "Alika also does not know, Mah." he replied simply.

Mama Lisa just nodded her head. The middle-aged woman whose face was very similar to that of the child, still looked beautiful and youthful. For two years he resigned from the Hospital, where he worked for a dozen years.

He chose early retirement to become an ICU Nurse there, because of heart disease that he began to suffer. The husband, Syamsul Bahri. Banning his wife from working again, he wants Mama Lisa to focus on the house, taking care of herself and Alika. Papa Syamsul loved Alika very much, even though he knew that the girl was not his flesh and blood.

"Assalammualaikum .." There was a voice greeting from the main door.

"It's like Aunt Juli's voice, Mah."

"Yes, my mom is ahead first. Wash your face, Al. After that come out meet Aunt Juli."

Alika nodded. Mama Lisa passed from the child's room. With a long sigh Alika laid her body just like that on the bed. Stretching both hands staring straight at the lamp which is currently highlighting his sense of sight.

Then he turned to the pink teddy bear whose color faded a little, if pressed on the belly of the doll, it will come out the sound of Bilmar from there. But the doll was damaged, because many times Alika slammed if she was upset with Bilmar, but would hug the doll tightly while he was crying because he missed the man.

"I miss you, Bill."

Alika began to close her eyes, she was eager to find Bilmar even if only in her dreams. He wanted to take the man home with him. Scolding him all out because it has made him a fool to want to wait without clarity.

After crying, it certainly makes the body tired. Alika got better, she fell asleep. The order of the mother he just let it get carried away by the wind. It felt like the spirit in his body wanted to fly to explore the dream world. Following Alika's euphoria, to return to her happy times with Bilmar. The two of them were there without fear of being separated.

"Pursue your ideals, Bill. I'll be faithfully waiting."

And this is the beginning of their story, three years ago.

The 2008 flashback

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