My Halal Lover

Chapter 30

Fiana's POV

"Emmm, Melia . You're serious about coming back to the village in the afternoon?"

Just teased me. Now his tone had turned serious . Basic labile !

"Yeah, I've been talking about yesterday ."

"Yes the hell, I'm anter ya."

"What the hell is mas? No need to ah .. If you want anther until the port."

"Why not get on a plane?"

I put my head on his shoulder. Farhan was always this worried.

"I told you, I want to be back in the ocean once again to remember everything. From there I learned so much that I can now. "

I felt Farhan take a deep breath and exhale violently. I memorized, he must be suppressing his ego right now.

"Yes okay, it's up to you. But promise.don't cry there anymore. Promise you'll always be happy."

I felt Farhan peeking at the top of my head very gently.

"Huuu! what the hell is mas? It's really melodious, ahahaha.."

I ran away leaving him.

"Basic abege labile! Can't be romantically romantic." Yeah."

"Basic abege pervert!" I'm thuntering

" Here you go, hunt back!"

Farhan aligned his steps with mine, grasped my hand, and filled the gaps of my fingers.

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The sea breeze blew. Farhan and Fiana walked hand in hand on the port bridge in silence. No one wants to open their voice. They are filled with each other's sadness. Sad about the planned farewell. A farewell born of carelessness begins with deep affection.

Today, a farewell must happen. Love is being tested, loyalty in waiting, love for him must be held in high esteem. The move brings them closer to the strait of separation, but not to heart and taste. Jemari is still linked, as if hinting that they do not want a separation, do not want to leave or be left behind .

Farhan and Fiana were almost at the end of the bridge that connected to the entrance of the ship. They just fell silent as if they were reluctant to move. As if ignoring the visitors who were jostling, they were still dissolved in grief.

Slowly Farhan released his grip on Fiana's finger. He took Fiana into his arms, kissing the soft top of Fiana's head as if expressing his great affection for his wife, his halal lover. Tears flowed smoothly on the cheeks to the two, crying without a sound. Fiana let go of Farhan's embrace slowly. Removing Farhan's tears and tears.

"See you..."

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Fiana's POV

Drrrttt Drrrttt

I woke up to feel my hape vibrate the length of the sign there was an incoming call. It still felt very tired to open the eyes I just closed. I had just fallen asleep after being satisfied to feel a gust of sea breeze.

Yeah, I'm on a boat now. I want to remember all my memories with her. It was painful and ended beautifully. Well, even now we have to get back separated. Lazily, I rogoh hape from the bag next to me. Who calls at three in the morning.

My Hubby📞's

I smiled at the screen name on my phone. Immediately I slide the screen, lifting the call.

"Assalamualaikum mas."

"Waalaikumsalam, dear . Where is it?"

"Still on board, Mas . How do you call this clock, Mom? disrupt sleep I know."

"Mas abis salat malem, keep missing you. So call me. Who knows you miss the same thing."

I heard the ruckus from across there. I should have woken Farhan to night prayers like before . Yes I miss, even very much.

"Hallo darling?"

"Eh, yes, I'm sorry. I was just thinking, I should be there praying right now." My voice tone is weakening . Sadness came back to me. .

"Hell, don't be so smart. It's for our good, baby. There, pray first."

"Yes, I want to pray first. Pray with God that my husband will not be kidnapped by Aunt Girang. Haha."

"Girang aunt? Hmmm..it may also be like abege labile."

"Massa...!!"

"Hahaha, it's already there gih, Salat!"

"OK, assalamualaikum, handsome."

Tuttt

Immediately I disconnected the phone before Farhan taunted me for the call just now ..

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