My husband is not my first love

Andra

Youth with a beautiful face line wearing a calm color sweat-shirt mounted with chino pants several times rubbing the face. His brain was forced to understand the array of strung letters. How hard he has tried since then his concentration has not been able to compromise. His mind was clearly not dwelling on what was in front of him.

Not because of India's hot weather, but what happened in Maulana azad this morning affects all things in him not only makes the spirit of learning away he even thought to return to Indonesia for a few days.

About the heart that is too much, go away. If only this was only about beauty and physical poignancy, walking up to this country is very much. As much as in my own country. Even if it is related to wealth, the educated, scattered. Uncountable. However, I don't know if I still can't let go of the eye on the alluring figure while speaking. A figure that has a place in all the future stories that you want to go through.

What was on the girl's head was a charm, other than her twinkling eyes. Coloring his personal dreams without being divorced. Forgive God if for not keeping your eyes on make this love nourish. Even before we were officially tied up.

As long as possible I will fight, until You alone whisper, enough!

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Soon azan zuhur, long legs to the Mosque with a favorite bicycle. After the prayer and paying for the food touched by two three spoons, for the loss of appetite the figure stared at the flashing flat screen in his hands. Some of the photos that come in are directly pressed zoom.

Contacting some college friends in Sumatra first, asking about whether a man has really shifted his position in the heart of a stubborn girl in a short period of time. Even without a declaration of love, not all college friends know they have each other's bondage and some common orientation. The lecturers also share hope they match.

Instead, he was really married or a reason to stay away, what is clear is that he hopes this is the girl's way of focusing so that love does not interfere with his studies as he is a maximum wherever he stands. So, hopefully after education he gave a surprise. However, the perfectionist Hanif could not wait that long without being certain.

He came to one belief, the girl must be looking for a reason to stay away from him, how not, everyone knows what kind of woman he is. He will not give up if he is not defeated, he does not fall in love easily.

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This is where he is now, a place that has a contribution to anasir who colors his idol girl character. As usual, where on earth you live will be a magnet in itself, which can garner a lot of attention, especially women.

"Owh, from the city? Let's take you to the kades' house."

The mothers looked at him with interest, while the virgins were timidly stealing glances from the window. The eyes followed the footsteps of the guests from the city, such a nose they could only see on television. Plus with awesome body paintings.

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Breathe the morning air of the village. Athletic bodies wrapped in jerseys combined with long sports pants surround the village. The winding Musi river like a giant dragon extends on its side while the other side is bushy with trees. One two unidentified residents greeted kindly.

He continued to run down the village road to the end, until the houses became sparse and then ran out. He was purposely heading somewhere. The place that had been tightened even before its feet was tracing this calm earth.

"Hi ..."

He greeted someone who was standing on the lip of the pool. Adjusting his slightly irregular breath, sweat began to drench his body.

The reproved figure looked over. Her smile expands. Exactly. He's not the wrong guy.

"Can you try ...?" Andra's coming.

"Sure, come here."

"Thank you." The fish feed pouch switches to a sturdy long hand.

"I'm a distant guest?"

"Just looking for a temporary vacation spot. Tired of the hustle and bustle of town."

"Would you come to my cottage?"

Andra followed the steps in front of him, towards a minimalist house precisely a bamboo-walled cottage. Far from the information obtained that this young man was quite rich at the age of not yet thirty years.

"Died here?"

"Call me Hanif."

"I'm the Son."

Two hands held tightly, two lips drawn wide. Andra's heart was stirred with all her problems. Now in front of him was a young man who was most likely true was someone who forcefully pulled the woman he wanted to have.

While Hanif he really did not recognize his guests, even he did not know if Andra introduced himself as Andra, who was, because he only found initials perfectso in his wife's chat with female friends who often interfere with teasing about the love of two university stars.

"Come in, you should try coffee with a little ginger powder."

Andra nodded not to refuse even though he was not a coffee lover. Looking at the space, nothing special. Once again far from the news that reached him.

"Allow once I will entertain you with village cuisine. You can rest or take a shower. It won't be long, I'm used to cooking with lightning."

"I just stopped by for a minute ..."

"Don't refuse!" The older man among them decided. Make the guest nod.

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The table was filled with dishes that exuded the fragrance of special cuisine. Sambal fried catfish, vegetable stew, pindang patin. The host poured water before calling his guest.

"Do you think I'd be a chef if I wasn't a farmer?"

"Waw, the shirt looks just right, just a little short. Heee, maybe I was a little malnourished as a kid?"

"Thanks for the clothes loan."

Hanif nodded. "You know I've always missed having a brother?"

"How do I know, we're new."

"Hee ... Heee .... Is correct. That's why I told you."

"Aren't you tired of cooking yourself? Why not get married?" Andra deliberately herded the topic that became his goal far away from the busyness in India.

"Russia .... This child, indeed city people still think of getting married to no longer be bothered with cooking?"

Degs..

Even though he said it while laughing unobtrusively the sentence hit hard.

"I'm kidding. I'm sure marriage isn't just about such trivialities."

"Alright, come! Before it gets cold."

Spooning the rice Andra researched the figure in front of him, thinking how to start again the question that had sunk earlier.

"Would you accompany me to meet this village?"

"By pleasure, but eating a lot, there are no meatball stalls when we walk around the garden."

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"Your coffee garden?"

"Not anymore."

"Why?"

"The story is long"

"I have time."

"I traded it for land near the hamlet. The plan is to make a palace there for my wife."

"Wife?"

"I forgot to tell you, yeah. I've been married over a year."

Deg ...

A piece of scratched heart reacted to his face turning pale. Ria said the truth. And what else can be continued. The sky has decided to stop.

"I didn't see him at home?"

"He's on a mission."

"Ba .. okay ... Tell me how you fell in love."

"Fell in love? Too bad young man, maybe this love story isn't as interesting as your shadow."

"Mr ... Meanin?"

"Maybe I haven't got it ..."

Two lungs are the same as breathing. Dissolved in their respective mounds.

"Why are you getting married?"

"Quite a handsome brother. That's the only thing I can share. Come on, don't show me that squalid face. Your brother's fine."

"You love her?"

"Indeed I have the choice of dealing with such a beautiful and genius girl? It's a good thing you didn't know him first, if that's the case, I'm worried about having to compete with a handsome young man like you."

Andra turned her whole body to the man beside her. I don't know if the figure realized how nervous he was, nervousness that never happened even if he had to deal with high officials. The mouth that moved a few times wanted to say something overflowing with a bite, those confident eyes dimmed

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Everything is getting tastier now, even when how many times it is met in the KBRI like two strangers who previously had no story. For some reason he felt sick with this kind of situation more pain than being defeated in front of the juniors who admired him, in front of the lecturers who took pride in him.