My husband is not my first love

Not the Negotiation of Love

The twilight of Aligarh this time was slightly different, more solemn than usual. Especially in an elegantly decorated room, the private library of Andra Putra Angkasa residence.

Two young men with different facial lines fell silent for a long time. The first young man with a soaring postor with a pointed nose, the reddish whip looks awesome. The other young man has his own charm with jet hair, not too prominent nose because it is typical of most Indonesian residents, but he has a gentle gaze and mimic a calm face, speaking will show how careful the man is.

Up to two cups of coffee can be cold. No one took the initiative to get ahead when they had plenty of reasons to talk right away. Resolve awkwardness on two different individuals.

Although the two tried to neutralize it well still clearly all could not be as fluid as usual, such as their first and second meetings before everything was open with a flash.

"I'm here to say goodbye." Finally Hanif started, because it was the one who came here.

The young man who was a few steps away from him turned his gaze from the row of books in the closet to the owner of the voice. He tried to force a smile.

"Back to that quiet and peaceful village? Must've been fun!"

"When do you have to visit it again, don't you know what it's like to enjoy durian directly under the tree?"

A faint smile was painted there, on the owner of thick jet hair. Although the awkwardness has not been passed.

"I'll consider it." Andra watched the simple-looking man who was staring at her. The sight of two men meeting. Both giggle.

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The guest stepped towards the door, while the host followed behind. Go hand in hand but each mind is not yet complete to feel relieved.

Before the jet-haired man actually reached the door Andra's voice sounded.

"I know I can count on you ...!"

That sentence was enough to make the figure in front of him stop and turn his head.

Perhaps this is the time they speak as mature men, who marginalize for a moment the emotional turmoil in their young psyche.

"You know my brother, the Perfekso. I'm proud of you?"

"Can we do this?"

"I don't have a choice, but if I could be your brother, I'd try." The voice of the towering young man slowly followed the binir who was drawn wide.

"Allah ... Sorry."

Hanif said his soft eyes staring fixedly at the interlocutor who was several steps before him.

"For what?" Ask Andra.

"Because I won't budge."

"If it were me, would do the same. So then. Don't hesitate. I understand really!"

They eventually came to each other. Stretch out your hands to hug each other tightly.

"Don't tell our generation that I've been to the village to investigate people's wives."

Andra blinked her eyes.

"Haha...hhhaaaa. if you also promise not to tell anyone I've said worry about being with a young man like you."

Hanif laughed considering that the two of them had once been caught up in a ridiculous situation. If Andra had been honest from the start they might not have known each other so far.

"A promise between men is agreed."

"accepted."

One friend but it's good, so both need not be embarrassed, and both are not wrong. They just live a fate scenario of any weight should put something in line with the plot.

Andra just wants to make sure that her first love has been tied to a relationship that can't be sued even by love. Which is found more solid than that, that the man who is with his beloved girl can be relied upon he only needs to do one thing, let go. Although I don't know how long and heavy it took him to recover his heart.