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The sound of the door locked from inside. Arfan went straight into the room again, to finish his favorite toy. Apparently, the toy really wants a new friend.
"Sil really. I took a shower 2 times. Why did he pack clothes less kayak material that." Arfan talking to the wall of friends.
"But, he's sworn in vows terribly"
Almost 1 hour in the bathroom. Arfan came out and immediately asked the perpetrator who managed to make his little toy wake up and look for a new friend.
"Ngapain is wearing clothes so huh? You want to tempt me?"
"Ehhhhhhhh, my. Mas know for myself since long I always sleep wearing thin clothes like gini."
"Replace"
"Grandfather of the robe? Hot, Mas." Arini's voice was like a wife sulking to her husband.
"Jude, cover your whole body with a blanket!"
Finally, the debate about Arini's nightgown was over. They sleep in the same bed. Arfan could not bear to tell a woman to sleep on the sofa or floor, he remembered that he had a mother and an older sister.
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**POV Arfan **
Five months into my marriage with my best friend. During that time, I still couldn't accept all of this. I can't love him. Hahhh, it's hard for me to say her name again since that match. I want to ask her to just go, and I can be happy and live with my girlfriend, Sonya.
I am currently sitting in a cafe, precisely Jasmine cafe. The woman does not know where I am. I saw her sweet smile that I never saw again. Actually, this morning I just returned from abroad for about 2 weeks. To be honest, I miss my friendship with him. For some reason, I felt the aura of her beauty further made my heart tremble a little. But, I always put my mind and heart away about me starting to like him more than a friend.
"Sorry old, Mom," I know that voice. Yes, my girlfriend, Sonya. We met at this cafe, because it's not far from my apartment. I'm still a little tired from my business trip and my meeting with Sonya overseas.
"Its okay. What's up, honey?"
"Darling?"
"Yes?" somehow I feel uncomfortable. Is it because I'm afraid of getting caught by that woman? I don't know.
"You love me, don't you, Mas?"
"Always, dear." I hold my lover's hand. I just touched his hand like this, nothing more. Even kissing, we never did. But I am grateful, Sonya understands it. Well, sometimes my boyfriend often asks me to kiss him. And I always refused.
"Hmmm, I'm ham-pregnant"
That expression made my grasp on his hand just slip away. I was silent for quite a while. "Who's father?"
"You have heart, Mas. Here, your son"
"How come? Not likely. You know, I never touched you, Sonya"
"Huh, did you forget what happened that night?"
That night?
I'm trying to remember. And I remember. That night, exactly 1 week ago when Sonya and I were abroad. I was still confused as to how I could sleep in bed with him. That night I didn't drink anything that made me unconscious. Only one thing I remember, I only drank orange juice. And after that, I don't know what happened. The next morning, I woke up tightly hugging Sonya's body. Did I commit adultery? O Allah. What I should do.
"Mass? Marry me"
Again. Sonya's words made me fall silent again. I really have to take responsibility. Polygamy? That word remembers me about my marriage contract with my best friend. He asked for the condition not to be polygamous. If I break it, will she ask for a divorce with me. And my little heart ached to take him off. What's wrong with me.
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KUA's office, I'm sitting next to Sonya. Yes, I will finally marry my girlfriend as proof of my responsibility to an innocent child. The kid? Actually, I doubt if that kid is my son. But, I'm sure that Sonya would never betray me right? Hopefully yes. Bismillah.
"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Sonya Sans bint Sans Diego with a set of prayer tools, paid in cash"
Finally, I returned to say the wedding vows for the second time.
God, may my choice always bring me happiness. Amens.
Sonya, my second wife kissed the back of my right hand. And I kissed his forehead while reciting prayers so that our family would always be in His riddo.
Rangga still stared intently at me. "Congratulations on marriage ... second" the last word, he said quietly.
"Thanks, Bro," I replied with a smile.
"Congratulations, boss," my secretary, Vano, brought a flower. So sweet.
"Thanks, Van"
I look beside me. Sonya, she's smiling.
All of a sudden, I remember my first wife's smile. Would she keep smiling like the days before if she knew about my second marriage.
ARfan END POV
Tonight is Arfan and Sonya's first night. However, it is not the first night like other newlyweds. Arfan left his second wife alone at a hotel he booked earlier this afternoon after their marriage contract.
"I have to go now" Arfan said while wearing formal attire.
"Mass? Don'tgo. I beg. You haven't forgotten, have you? Tonight, our first night." Sonya tried to hold her husband's arm.
"I have a dinner with an important client. We can do it anytime. Again, this is no longer our first night, is it?"
Sonya squeezed her hand.
"You better take a break. Okay," continued Arfan after kissing Sonya's forehead.
"I'm leaving. Assalamualaikum"
Arfan's second wife did not answer his greetings. The woman just stood still and looked at the door that was already closed from the outside. That's a sign that Arfan is gone.
While in the car. Arfan rests his head at the wheel of the mobi. He felt very heavy on his head and .. heart.
"Everything's okay, right?" he asked himself.
There were doubts after she managed to marry Sonya as proof of her responsibility. Arfan saw a photo in his wallet, which he had always kept a long time ago.
"Arin, I hope you still want to be my best friend even though one day, we're separated because of my second marriage." Arfan stroked his wife's face in a wedding photo with his best friend. I don't know who took the first wedding photo. But, the man never took out or changed the photo.
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