My husband never loved me

New life Side

It has been almost an hour Sisi waited for a taxi in the lobby of Changi International Airport, Singapore. Every time a taxi passes, someone else will. When he resigned, he chose his own taxi that approached him. The woman was standing right in front of the taxi stopped. From a distance there was an empty taxi approaching him, waving his hand hoping the taxi would stop, but not far from him stood a handsome-looking man first stopped the taxi, making Sisi sigh in frustration. That means he'll have to wait for the next taxi.

But unexpectedly and unexpectedly, the taxi was walking slowly towards him. Once in front of him, the taxi stopped. "Come, Miss!" the taxi driver was on Sisi. Sisi stared at the confused driver, and pointed to himself to make sure the taxi driver called his name. The taxi driver nodded, a sign that he was the one he was calling. Highlight Sisi's eyes turned to the man who had stopped the taxi first. The man just smiled seeing her looking at him, and allowed Sisi to go inside.

"Thank you" Sisi replied with a male smile. The man simply nodded in response to his gratitude and chose to leave the place. Sisi was so amazed to see the man, his sweet smile as if not bored in the eyes.

"Miss!" Sisi's attention turned to the taxi driver who again called out his name. Rushing Sisi in, passenger seat. Luck was on his side. It was supposed to be Bu Sundari's driver who picked him up. But because, Mr. Erlangga has a control schedule. So, Sisi forbade his grandmother's driver from picking him up.

The taxi drove Sisi to the house of Mr. Erlangga in Singapore. It wasn't the first time, Sisi to his grandmother's and grandfather's house. He's been a lot, especially during the school holidays. He spent his holidays at his Grandpa and Grandma's house. So, it wasn't hard for him to find the house. But, Sisi was a little stunned, when he had arrived at Mr. Erlangga's house. In front of his grandfather's house there is a cafe to hang out young people. But the cafe is Islamic. His name also uses Arabic.

Their car stopped right in front of Mr. Erlangga's house. Sisi got off the taxi, after paying his fare. A security guard working in the house rushed to open the gate and welcomed a girl alternating peach with her shari'i hijab. After the door opened, the security guard grabbed the suitcase carried by Sisi to carry inside.

"Jiang, No!" sala Satpam is friendly.

"Corn, Sir. Uh, don't call me Non! Call me Ma'am!" Incidentally, the security guard who works at the home of Mr. Erlangga comes from Indonesia, precisely in the solo area. So, tribe by tribe they are almost the same. Same with the Javanese.

"Eh, yes Ma'am. Let me take you!" invite the Security Guard to allow Sisi to walk in front of him. But Sisi's steps came to a halt when a taxi stopped in front of the house's gate. A moment later a man who he saw earlier at the airport, got out of the taxi and walked towards the cafe opposite Mr. Erlangga's house.

"That's..kan, that guy!!!" muttered Sisi, remembering something.

"Come, Madam Our side is in!" exclaim the Satpam sir.

"Eh, yes..hehehe!" The side is only a crybaby, because it is seen by the security guard is dumbstruck.

"Assalamualaikum, Cake!" greet Sisi when meeting his Grandfather on the terrace.

"Vaalaikumussalam, mashaa Allah Sisi. Grandpa sampe pangling look at you who make hijab," replied Mr. Erlangga smiling sumringah look at his grandson.

"Ma!! This is your grandson coming" Erlangga called his wife.

"Yes, Pa. Wait a minute" shouted from inside. Miss Sundari was half running, already impatient to see her grandson. "Mashaa Allah, the beautiful Grandma's grandson!" puji Bu Sundari splashed into the arms of the woman who looked sweet with her hijab.

"Come on, come on, baby!" take Miss Sundari, on the side.

The two of them went straight inside, without letting go of his hand. It felt like just yesterday seeing Sisi in his tombo suit. Now, after two years of not meeting, Sisi transformed into a Muslim woman from a boarding school.

The side goes into that room. Big enough for her, the room. And that made Sisi stunned, from the room he could clearly see the atmosphere of the cafe across the house. Sisi put all his clothes in the closet in the room. After neatly arranged, he went to the bathroom to clean himself, to pray Dzuhur.

After praying and changing his clothes, Sisi sat on the bed. His intention was to rest his body for a moment. However, the hunter Bu Sundari called him for lunch first.

"Honey, eat first, yuk!" scream from behind the door.

"Yes, Grandma." The side moved from the fall, and rushed to the dining table. But his steps came to a halt, as his gaze caught a shady figure and made the heart feel at ease as it looked at him, from behind the window. The figure just came out of the cafe door, towards the motor maticnya. Without reducing his authority, the man began to run his vehicle until no longer caught by Sisi's eyes.

"Subhanallah, what a beautiful creation you God!" he mumbled with a faint smile. Never had he seen, a man who looked handsome, sweet, shady, and perfect according to Sisi.

Sisi resumed his steps leading to the dining room. There was already Grandma and Grandpa sitting at the dining table. But something caught Sisi's attention, there was a beautiful girl sitting on her Grandma's left side. He had never seen that woman before. Sisi chose to sit across from his Grandma.

"Dear, this is introduce. She's her daughter Bisa Darsih, our maid. Grandma, she went to the same university you would choose. Name, Ayumi. Just call Ayu." Bu Sundari introduces Ayumi to Sisi. She the woman greeted each other, and mentioned the name after taking off her helping hand.

"He'll stay here, too!" continued Mrs Sundari.

They enjoy their food. In the interlude of small chatter, add a slightly crowded atmosphere at the dining table. Actually, there was something Sisi wanted to ask his grandparents. But, he seems a little embarrassed. Not daring to speak.

"Oh yes. In front is a nice cafe. It is highly recommended, in addition to the good food. There, too, is free for hafidz and Hafidzah who want to eat there. The cafe owner is young, Lo. From Indonesia too!" terang Bu Sundari's. Just now Sisi wanted to ask, uh his grandmother had given info about the cafe.

"Later, Deh! Grandma knows you, baby! Who knows, you're a good match for him!" goda Bu Sundari, making Sisi blush in shame.

"Ahh, Grandma. Sisi still doesn't want to be in a relationship with anyone, Grandma!" sergeant Sisi.

"Hmmm, you can't forget your ex, baby!" The face of the Side instantly turned melow.

"Ma! Don't say anything, look at it. Our grandchildren are sad again, aren't they!"

To be continued...

Who wants to spit Hanif know the truth, patience yes. But not anytime soon. Because the author wanted to, Hanif not only regretted throwing Sisi away, but the man was even afraid to meet Sisi due to extreme embarrassment.