My husband never loved me

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The sound of the dawn adhan was faintly heard, to the point of rubbing the ears of a girl who was still curled up inside her blanket. The cold air that morning, made it comfortable to laze away from the bed. But not with the woman, after hearing the adhan reverberate. He moved from his bed to his bathroom. After bathing and washing, Sisi came out of the bathroom and looked for his prayer equipment that he delivered in a stainless clothes hanger. Soon he carried out his duty as a Muslim who obeyed Him.

After the dawn prayer, Sisi took his time to recite one, two verses in the Qur'an that he carried. His heart is at peace, now. He was already more able to accept the destiny of life that he had to live. After studying, Sisi plans to help his grandmother make breakfast in the kitchen. And now he had walked out of his room to the kitchen. But, her Grandma who had also just come out of the room called out to him.

"Darling!!!" Sisi stopped his steps and looked back.

"Grandma, help cook side!" exclaim Sisi when his grandmother was in front of him. "Grandma wants some sport, huh?" The next one who saw his grandmother was already wearing her sports clothes.

"Yes, honey. Grandma wants to take the morning walk. Come with Grandma! Let you know this area, your grandfather's been waiting outside." They walked to the terrace. The side does not understand the area there. So, there is no harm in accompanying the sport of his grandparents and grandmother.

"Are you ready, Ma?" asked Mr. Erlangga as they both walked out the main door.

"Yes, Pa! Come on!" The three of them started running around the street.

The atmosphere of the morning was still a little dark. The sun has not yet emerged from its circulation. Even the cold weather was still sweeping into the skin of their bodies. However, it did not dampen their intention to exercise. When they just came out of the gate. Sayu-sayu heard the sound of people teaching. His voice was so beautiful, and his recitation of the Quran was excellent. The sound was able to pull Sisi's body to stop his footsteps, looking for the source of the sound. The voice came from one of the rooms in the cafe, across from her grandmother's house.

"Shodaqqallahuladzim." As he heard that voice, Sisi hurried away from where he was standing earlier. He did not want to be caught, the person who was teaching earlier. How stunned was he, with the man's eloquent voice. Until it stirs in his ears. His grandmother and grandfather had already run ahead, leaving him behind.

"Ma, where's your granddaughter?" asked Mr. Erlangga when he did not look back, and there was no grandson there.

"Well, where is he?" Sundari asked back. They both worry about Sisi. But that worry stopped when he saw a girl walking towards them gracefully.

"Well, there it is!" exclaimed Mr. Erlangga pointed towards Sisi. The woman smiled faintly, as two people looked at her suspiciously.

"Darling, where are you from?" ask Mr. Erlangga.

"That, Cake. Uh..." Sisi even confusedly answered a simple question from his grandfather.

"Hmmm, surely he was amazed to hear the sound of Inspiration teaching, earlier. Yeah, right, baby?" The woman could not hide the red carpet on her face due to embarrassment at the pergoki by her Grandmother.

"Ilham, what a name!" muttered Sisi, while biting his lower lip.

"Oh my goodness, baby. You get so embarrassed. You haven't met the person yet, you seem to like it. Especially if you've met the person," her grandmother's tease makes Sisi blush more and more embarrassed.

"Udah, Mom. Don't be teased by Grandpa's granddaughter anymore. He'll lash out, lo.!" said Mr. Erlangga made his wife laugh.

"Come, go!!!" They continued running the next morning. Until they reached a park located in the middle of the highway.

I am happy to go around the park. They decided to go back home. The sun began to appear in the eastern horizon. Their bodies are also covered in sweat. Not like before, when they left. Now they came home with slightly relaxed footsteps. Until, they cross paths with a young man who wears his gym clothes walking opposite them. The man smiled kindly at the three of them, after which greeted.

"Assalamualaikum Grandma, Cake!" the greeting was friendly to the couple. After that he nodded his head while smiling kindly at Sisi.

"Waalaikumussalam Nak Ilham. Want to run in the morning?" mrs Sundari asked again.

"Yes, Grandma!" And answered softly by Inspiration.

"Oh, yes this introduces my granddaughter from Jogja. Felisya Basri's name. But just call with Sisi, only!" goda Bu Sundari introduced Sisi to the man.

"Come, baby!" Bu Sundari pulled Sisi's hand so as not to hide from behind his body.

"Assalamualaikum," said Ilham kindly to Sisi.

"Was.. Waalaikumussalam," Sisi replied nervously.

It was the first time the woman had been seen dead lice in front of a man. The charm of Inspiration is very different from other men. His smile was deadly. Sisi's heart was pounding so hard, only in the eyes of the man. Until his nervousness can be seen by people around him. Including Inspiration himself, the man only smiled looking at the face of Sisi who had started to pale.

"Then, excuse me, Grandma, Cake, Sisi!" exclaiming Ilham while bowing.

"Oh, yes please."

Inspiration began to move his legs leaving the three of them. Sisi silently glanced at the man's body, until the man moved away from them.

Sisi is now in his room. As she was about to go to the bathroom, she picked up a towel located near her wardrobe. In a hurry he dropped the bag hanging from the closet's door handle. Until the bag fell on the floor. Because it's not closed properly. All the items inside the bag were scattered on the floor. But what caught his attention, a photo that made his heart hurt again. Hanif's photo, it's still in that bag. The photo was taken when they were just getting to know. When Sisi was still not wearing his hijab. In the photo, Hanif is laying his hands on Sisi's shoulders. A bright smile emanated from the two.

Sisi took the photo, he watched the photo until his memory recalled Hanif. The man she wanted to forget. The man who wants to be erased from his life memory. Without feeling his eye again released a clear liquid. He thinks he's moved on from that guy. He thought, he could already erase his memories of that man. But it turns out he was wrong. The man's face was still neatly arranged in another part of his heart. Can't be denied by him. His first love, so hard to forget. Hanif had already hurt his heart. By looking down on himself. Why is it so hard to forget that guy.

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