My husband never loved me

Is he the one

The plane carrying Ilham, Sisi and Umi Qoniah has landed at Adi Sucipto Airport, Yogyakarta. Passengers began to disembark from the plane into the airport lobby. So too with the side. While dragging his suitcase, Sisi walked towards the lobby. Upon reaching the lobby, he grabbed his phone in the bag, and was seen contacting someone.

"Dad, Sisi has arrived at the airport! Somebody pick Sisi up, Dad?" ask the woman who wears a light green robe to the person across the street.

"Hmmm, how do you go, Dad? Finding a taxi will be difficult at this hour!" he continued in a disappointed tone. No one picked her up at the airport.

"Yes, yes. Sisi will try to find first, later if you do not find, Side again Dad news, yes! Assalamualaikum?" Sisi hung up his phone call with his father, and walked to the airport yard. While tinkering with his phone, he looked for an online taxi that could take him home. Focusing on each other with the phone screen, until he did not realize he hit someone.

"Ouch!!! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" he told a man wearing a denim jacket with milk chocolate.

A smile emanated from the man's lips as he looked at the worried-looking Sisi. "You why? Hasn't anyone picked you up yet?" tanyanya.

The man's voice suddenly made Sisi raise his face towards the source of the voice. Because to him the voice was not foreign to his ears. The suit clearly saw the man he had just hit, Sisi looked down again. He felt ashamed, because the one who had two hit was Ilham. The man he should have avoided, but fate always brought them together.

"Si, if no one has picked us up yet, go with us!" offer inspiration to the woman.

The side that felt awkward, he turned down an offer from Ilham. He does not want a misunderstanding, if his parents see him being ushered by a man who has not been known by his family. "No, Brother Ilham! Taxi boarding side online only!" reject the woman with a trembling voice.

Sisi himself was confused, often themed or chat with Ilham, he was like a dead tick. His chest was beating so fast, that it was clearly seen his awkwardness to Inspiration. In fact, if with another man, he did not feel what he felt when close to Inspiration.

Soon, Umi Qoniah came from the west. He waited for Ilham not to come, finally he decided to follow his son. The purpose of Ilham in that place is to meet the driver who brought the car he had rented.

"Ham, I've met be..." Unfinished umi Qoniah spoke, his gaze catching the figure standing in front of his son. "Side, honey you haven't picked up yet?"

"Not yet Umi, the driver at home was driving Sisi's sister to Solo. So, Sisi no one has picked up yet!" bright Side on Umi Qoniah.

"Yes, already. With us, we're all in the same direction!" The side was a little surprised and thought for a moment. "Ham, we're leaving now, yeah!" yelling Umi at her son.

"Yes Umi. That's the car coming!" Ilham pointed at a black sedan car that was speeding towards them.

"With Mr Muhamad Ilham Alfahri?" ask the driver of the car to Ilham, after stopping his car.

"Yes, sir."

"Come on, Son Sisi! Together with Umi, all Umi want to know where your home is!" The woman grabs Sisi's shoulder and directs Sisi to walk towards the car.

The current Dejavu side, if he refuses the invitation of Umi Qoniah, he does not feel good. But if he accepts it, it is already troublesome for Ilham and Umi Qoniah. Finally, he was forced to follow the will of This Qoniah by riding into a car that had been rented Ilham.

In the car a lot of questions came to Sisi's head. So that makes the woman just silent noiseless. It might be the effect of the tiredness as well, so that they are more silent. Until the car stopped right in front of Sisi's house.

"Umi, stop by first yuk to Sisi's house!"

Umi Qoniah just smiled sweetly at Sisi, while her irises glanced at the luxurious mansion standing firmly in front of her. "Other times, baby. Umi same Inspiration in the hotel ahead there!" reject Umi Qoniah designates a hotel located at the end of a residential alley, where Sisi lives.

"Thank you Umi, Ilham's sister for the ride. Excuse me first. Assalamualaikum!"

"Enjoy! If I may know, where is the house of the future wife of Ilham?" The question escaped the lips of Ilham, after she held him back from asking Uminya.

The middle-aged woman smiled faintly in response to her son's question. "Later you know too, baby!" he said that made Ilham squint his forehead.

The car in Ilham drove back to the hotel, where they stayed. Arriving at the hotel, Ilham and Umi Qoniah have been on the site by Kyai Abdulloh and his sister. They had already stayed at that hotel.

"Assalamualaikum Abi, Paklek!" greet the Inspiration to the two men who just came.

"Goddessalam!" reply both.

"Mashaa Allah le, you are this big. Pantesan Abimu already can't wait to marry you" said his uncle Ilham.

"Alhamdulillah Paklek!"

"Yes, let's go to the room. You guys must be tired, right. Come, Umi!!" They went to the room they had booked.

Ilham booked two rooms at the hotel, one for Abi and her Umi. The other one is for him and his uncle. After arriving at the twelfth floor, they broke away. Umi and Abinya Ilham went into their room. Ilham and his uncle went into the other room.

A room with a king-size bed, suitable for both of them. In addition to the bed, there is a television and a closet to store their clothes during their stay there. Ilham chose to go to the bathroom first to perform Ashar prayers while also offering his Dzuhur prayer that was left behind due to a long trip.

After praying, Ilham chose to sit on the edge of the bed while playing his phone.

"Ham, wow your taste is steady as well huh. Your wife-to-be is so beautiful!!!" sir Zakri cried to his nephew.

"Ilham has never seen him, Paklek!" answer the Inspiration honestly.

"What a hell, Ham! Wow really Umi you. You want an amazing surprise for me." Inspiration just smiles thinly.

"Did Paklek have a photo of the girl who will be inspired to marry later?" Somehow the hunch of Inspiration is not out of his mind, he was curious about his future wife.

"Even if there is, Paklek will not tell you!" goda Pak Zakri, then chuckled.

"Ilham was surprised, why Umi kept it a secret to Ilham huh! Often Inspiration asks who the girl is. The answer must be the same, later also know!" Inspiration scratching his nape that does not itch.

"Packle tell me where he lives, yeah! He lives in the area, not far from the hotel. About a kilo!"

Crossed over the head of Inspiration, was it possible that the girl was Sisi. The woman who lived in the area as well and her home was only a kilo away from the hotel where she remembered. But the mind was then pruned by Ilham. He didn't want to be too hopeful, if the girl was really Sisi. He was afraid of being disappointed, if not Sisi, later.

"Tomorrow, Ham's proposal. Actually your Abi wants it today. But, the female side's family still has a wish at her best friend's place." Hearing that, Ilham's heart beat faster.

"Oh Allah, is she Felisyah Basri!" his inner.