Pursuing the Love of My Husband

The Part 58 MCS

"Sit down."

Habibah heard Aunt Rumini's words, but her eyes were still on the man.

"He came to see you, son." said Aunt Rumini again.

"Yes Bi." Habibah looked down, realizing she had been staring at the man's face for too long.

"Please talk, Auntie will finish her job for a while." The middle-aged woman then moved to the table in another room not limited from the living room.

Silent.

Still guessing if Lee's arrival is because of a message from him. Or by chance, or maybe because Lee had other needs.

Close her beautiful eyes tightly, looking down so as not to look all wrong. Habibah really did not know what the man in front of him was coming for. Though wishing he was the man who always sent flowers and gifts for him.

'But if it wasn't? Astarghfirullah's. Did I guess wrong, or maybe I was expecting too much? It's not him who's in love and wants to get married, but me!' Habibah got nervous with a lot of thought.

"Am I interrupting?" his soft voice made Habibah swallow.

"Ti.no." she answered briefly.

His hand took off the skullcap that had been installed neatly, placed on the table.

"You don't like me like this?" ask Lee again.

Habibah.

"Ah, my God. Why be a stranger like this" he rubbed his face.

"Of course you're a stranger, you came suddenly." Habibah covers up his misguided feelings, choosing not to guess.

"I came to want_." stared at the face that was pursed.

Habibah went from his seat, to his aunt's desk and spoke for a moment.

"Assalamualaikum Bibi" he said sounding farewell.

Lee was still sitting quietly, waiting for Habibah to sit back, or did she not like talking to him? Lee guessed.

"Come with! I have needs outside" Habibah told him to leave.

It was true, the atmosphere in the room made both of them difficult to express words.

In the yard was parked a car.

"You have a new car?" ask Habibah.

"That's my old car, I don't have the money to buy a new car" he answered, opening the door for Habibah, the treatment is still the same, too special.

"Where's our car?" habibah asked remembering his car which was damaged and he did not know what it was like now.

"There, but I never wear it. Your father won't take it either." It's nice to hear our car.

He spoke as usual, and refused to look back as usual. Habibah believes he's wrong.

"Where are we going?" asked Lee a little.

"Where" she replied disappointedly. A woman's heart is strange, can suddenly like what is imaginary. The worse is not even as expected.

"Wherever can I take you and you can't go home."

"Are you now working as a kidnapper?"

Lee smiled hearing that. Their car slowed down and pulled over on the outskirts of the tall village, seeing the sun just emerging with a warm glow hitting the faces of the two.

"I want to talk to you seriously." Lee shut off the engine.

Habibah looked at the smooth-looking face.

"I'm the son of the woman who also killed your mother. It never calmed me down despite trying to pay for his mistakes. But I still feel guilty for you." Lee leaned his head, staring at the distant sky.

"Wrong to your mother, you don't have to pay for it."

Lee looked over so the two stared at each other.

"Not only that." Lee breathed his heavy breath. "After everything we've been through together, I've fallen in love with you."

Habibah did not budge, looking at the face of the man who was expressing his feelings, the chest of his field was seen up and down with a little hunting breath, nervous and worried clearly there.

"That's what I'm ashamed of, meeting you." Lee lowered.

"Then?"

"You know, I've been married" Habibah said slowly.

"And divorced." Keep Lee up again.

"I've talked to you to just fall in love with your wife. While I once loved my ex-husband, you weren't the first."

"But it could be the last."

Lee's reply made their conversation pause for a moment.

Habibah reached into the pocket of his long clothes. Grabbing something that has been stored for a long time.

Habibah gave it to Lee.

Lee took it and looked at the contents. Then smiled a little, looking back at the sky that was starting to light up.

"Is Lendra your name?" asked Habibah already could not stand his curiosity.

"Yes" replied Lee briefly.

Habibah faced the man who put on the smile.

"You're serious?" habibah asked again to ask Lee to look at him.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Isn't your name Lee..."

"Lee Minho?" sahut Lee chuckled amusedly.

"It's in accordance with your face." Habibah grumbled a little.

"You know, when I was one year old, my dad had an accident. He can't take care of me. I was taken care of by a husband and wife of the father's driver at the time. He's a Javanese who speaks very strong language, and it's nice to call me Lee, which means boy."

"I think that's your name. Remember Uncle is an outsider." Habibah chuckled.

"Fathers are only of Japanese descent."

They both smile at the same thing.

"But the contents of this card is really me who made it." Lee returned the card to Habibah.

"For what? Isn't that so much different than you. I never even heard you say assalamualaikum. Especially prayer, then adzan!"

"Do I have to tell you if I pray, and then call you first when the Adhan is at the mosque near my house?"

"No." Habibah plays the card from Lee. "It just sounds weird when you're so gentle, polite and so nice to send a message. Usually you're not like that, get to the point." Habibah again discussed the differences in his current attitude.

"What-like?"

"Like... Let's go home, or... He's right here! Let's go!"

"Let's get married!"

Sitting facing Lee with a lot of protest was suddenly limp, Habibah leaned back in his backseat.

His mouth was locked with eyes constantly staring at Lee who also did not want to blink looking at him.

"Let's get married." reworked again closer to Habibah.

"Eh, you can't come any closer." Habibah got nervous, opened the door and got out of the car.

Of course Lee did not let it, followed out and approached Habibah again.

"Habibah." call her slow.

Habibah was still silent, enjoying the fresh air at that height with various feelings.

"My mother is sick, that's why your father didn't punish her at this time. Her lungs are broken, chances are she won't live much longer." Lee still hesitates to remember his mother.

Habibah turned to face Lee who was sometimes not confident because of the past.

"Have you seen him?" ask Habibah.

Lee shakes. "He doesn't think I exist, and vice versa."

"Then you meet your mother." Habibah returned to their car.

"Then what about my proposal?"