My husband is not my first love
The Same Man
Seventeen hours of travel is enough to make a jet-haired figure must move the body. His feet are pretty numb. Taking a deep breath he immediately controlled himself, tidying his hair briefly with a comb that was always in a place that was easy to reach. Turning on the screen that had been hiding in his pocket, he had to immediately contact someone who must have been waiting. Someone who's going to pick him up, someone who's very much missed.
“Hai ..” Her smile blossomed to find a graceful woman with a heart-red veil, waving.
“Assalamu’alaikum wife, can hug?”
“Let me help.” The woman pretended not to hear after answering her greetings.
“So far apparently our distance so far, huh?”
Hanif spoke while looking around, trying to recognize which corner of the earth he was now standing in.
Without answering the woman immediately stepped up.
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Not yet finished questioning many things, telling a long journey, researching the circumstances that became the residence of his wife almost two years. The man realized the time of Asar's prayer.
“Where can I find the nearest Mosque?”
“Tak too close.” The questioner made a small map on a piece of paper, then assigned it to the man who was ready with cocoa and sarongs, unchanged from his usual time in the village.
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After the asar, the sun was still riding up there as Hanif stepped towards a flower shop not too far from the simple Mosque.
For a moment he hesitated, his English was not too good especially had to speak Indian. He had never spoken foreign language actively although in fact can be some rules. However, theory without practice made him less confident. It is impossible to bring his wife to be a translator, not the flowers he wants to buy are for her. If so where does the surprise lie.
Should I try it once, Hanif thought. Before he did the thing he thought might embarrass the gentle clap touching his shoulder.
“This is really the famous catfish breeder?”
When he turned his head he saw a warm smile belonging to a towering man, greeting with his right hand tightly grasped.
“Son, are you here too? Heee ... A narrow world isn't it?”
Hanif returned the grasp tighter.
“That's how, from the mosque I was pangling earlier. But you seem to be in a hurry so you haven't had time to say hello. Attending wife's graduation?”
“Iya. I'm planning to buy flowers, would you like to help offer?”
“By pleasure.” Andra went straight to the florist, he did not need to bid long, with one look at his smile then the beautiful-eyed female seller agreed. How he turned down such a cool buyer.
“Thanks for the help.” Hanif spoke as he looked at his old friend with interest.
“It was nothing. I also want to invite you to my residence for dinner together, how? Reply pindang patin that time!”
“Heee .. Don't tonight, I'm new to this day, so it looks like my wife is already cooking. How about you have dinner at our place?”
“Definitely fun. Tell you what, I invite you tomorrow.” Andra went to the florist for a while.
"Syria." Nod her with a smile at the girl who looks fascinated with her smile.
He went to a friend who was waiting, stretched out a piece of paper.
“Come tomorrow to here.”
“Alright, insyaAllah.”
They walked away from each other after sharing a smile and nodding their heads.
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“Yes, my friends also say the same thing, so I received their records. Native Indonesian husband and wife cuisine. Both of them went to college here."
Hanif smiled until his eyes were invisible, he even massaged his forehead a few times. Actually he was planning to praise his wife, but the woman in front of him was very innocent. His plan failed miserably before halfway through even. Who says it's easy to seduce a realistic woman.
“Owh, yes. I forgot, Son invites us to eat at his residence tomorrow night.” The man with the casual t-shirt switched the topic.
“Putra? Quickly have a new friend.”
“I've never told you about Putra?”
“Maybe ever, but another woman.”
“What does that mean my wife is jealous?”
“Eat the rice before the lights off!”
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Magrib pulled over in a flash of time that didn't wait. Entering the second day the presence of the husband in a simple residence in a distant country makes this room more alive. If only the change of day was usually quiet, because she was not a woman who liked to tune songs while studying. Prefer a nice quiet feel to concentrate on.
Slitting himself a few times in front of the mirror, there seemed to be nothing strange.
“Where is the address?”
“What shirt bag has been soaked, yes?”
I immediately checked the clothes in question, found a piece of paper with Indonesian writing. Very uninteresting handwriting. The head gasket, am I crazy still thinking this naughtiness is very similar to Andra's handwriting.
Among all the perfectionist nature Andra can not change the provisions about no perfect man, the only deficiency I know is that the writing is very bad.
“Have you met?” Suddenly a soft voice greeted close from behind. Disperse daydreams about the possible owner of the writing on hand.
“It's not far from the snuggle?"
“Really? So he's a neighbor?”
“Looks ... Only I didn't know there was an Indonesian student named Putra who lived nearby. That's weird, is he the new kid?”
“Let's just ask, night hunt.”
I nodded in agreement. We'll leave the house immediately.
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Comfortable residence with neatly arranged space, the taste of its residents looks slick. Books of various languages fill the closet, showing how much the owner loves science. First look at the state of your house will not expect if the occupants are a man, an unmarried man.
“Welcome friend?” Andra greeted her guests with a warm embrace.
“Trank the invitation.”
Brilliant eyes stared at the woman behind the body of the husband, who was stared at by the eyebrows some time speechless. Between confusion and wonder.
"Hi ..." Andra greeted with a voice that tried to be as relaxed as possible.
"This son?" The soft-faced woman mastered the situation quickly. As if to her husband, but the sharp piercing eyes of the man who looks ready with everything that will happen tonight.
Although a few seconds Hanif quite felt the awkwardness created. Adults soon intercede.
"Yes. He's the town boy I mean, wife." His hand grabbed the hand of his smiling woman with a gentle nod.
"Space's Son's Hydra." Andra nodded her head introducing herself completely.
