She's Wife In Dream
Strive to Avoid
"Sister Fitri!" Arsy rolled his eyes perfectly.
Fitri said it was the answer.
Inadvertently Arsy glanced at the man standing next to Fitri. Making both his eyes meet the man he should stay away from. The two men threw out a glance simultaneously.
Harjunot doesn't think to himself. Why he could want another woman. When his wife was next to him. Made him rub his face violently.
Arsy can control his heartbeat. He decided to smile kindly towards Fitri.
"You're here too apparently?"
"I-iya happened to be Rashu taking dinner together!" Arsy glanced at Rasya.
" Dinner together or dinner together?" Fitri teased both of them.
Arsy looked at Rasya, as if looking for an explanation. Rasya brought his body closer while whispering. "Do you really not understand?" Arsy just shook his head.
"Which I catch, he wants to tease you. Maybe he wanted to say candle light dinner. But he was hesitant, to say. So he chose to repeat the word dinner together!"
"Ehem." Dehaman just made Arsy and Rasa end his whispers. The two friends smiled awkwardly at the husband-wife couple standing in front of him.
"Ah .. no! Actually, it's a condition. What he gave me and I have to do!" arsy said with a smile.
"Have been here long?"
"Just arrived, but he's been arguing with me!" Rasya mocked his best friend.
"Silence is a problem between us. Don't tell anyone else" Arsy growled as he stomped on Rasya's foot. It made the young man grimace in pain.
Harjunot who saw Arsy's behavior just shook his head. His status is unmarried. He will smile or even laugh.
"You guys dating?" Fitri pointed to the two companions in turn. Both are shaking compactly.
Fitri smiled behind his niqab because of the young man in front of him.
"Anything's a pump?" Fitri looked at her husband. Harjunot who knows his wife wants to get approval from him. He just nodded small.
"Loh ..this is not Mas, who used to nganterin Tiffu! If it's not wrong we met at the stop. But him!" Rasya glanced at Arsy. Before continuing his words. "Don't want to be escorted by me, he said he hesitated if you leave, Mas!"
Harjunot and Arsy are shocked by Rasya's words. Makes both of them remember what happened a while ago. Fitri who heard that was also no less surprised.
'That means Mas Arjunot is the son of his boss close? But why don't they say hello to each other. And this morning, when I. Tell him to offer a cane for his sons Bu Cahaya! He refused to accept my request! What exactly happened?' batin Fitri.
"Ah .. actually it is not the intention nganterin anyway. But because the time was cloudy. So I volunteered to piggyback Master! Isn't it Mom?" Harjunot asked Arsy.
"L-yes!"
...***...
"What if we're dinner together or couple dinner!" Invite Fitri to give an idea that will make her husband crowded.
"What's? Ah .. no-no. Me and Rasyu won't bother the new bride!" Arsy spoke while forcing himself to chuckle.
'Sure enough, eat one table with the man I should have stayed away from. God, this is why I feel the more I want to stay away from him. The distance between us is eroding' Arsy's bowed mind but his eyes are glancing towards Harjunot.
"Of course not, is it Mas?" Fitri blinked her eyes. Let her husband know if he gives her the code.
Harjunot let out a slow breath because of his wife.
"Yes!" the answer is only immediately.
"I'm sorry, but I haven't memorized, the man who brought me here! He hasn't even taken a dime out yet! For me, isn't that unfair?" Arsy tries to figure out an idea to avoid.
'Why is the cave feeling, there is something Tiffu is hiding. And why does he seem to shy away from the couple standing in front of us? What I don't understand!' inner Rasya felt that something was awkward, he thought.
"Ah .. no problem! How about we go around together. After that we ate at our house! You agree?" Fitri gave the idea back.
'You know Fit, your husband is dying. Throw away the feelings in his heart. A feeling of love for a woman who is in front of me right now. You might not be offering them a meal together. And maybe you'll never say hello to his daughter Mr. Dirut!' batin Harjunot looked at his wife miris.
"That's Tiffu, we'll take it. They also know Sky!" whispered Rasya, making Arsy forced to accept Fitri's request.
...***...
After nearly thirty minutes they circled the night market. They decided to go to Fitri's house.
"Sir Fitri, where is the house?" Arsy talks while sucking ice pop.
"So, walk for five minutes!" Fitri answered.
After that they decided to get into Rasya's car. It didn't take long, the car had entered the yard. After Harjunot opens the gate.
Arsy's eyes almost out because of the view of the house inhabited by the new couple.
"Let's get off!" Rasya opened the car door.
"Let's go in!" Fitri invited her guests to enter her house.
Harjunot said to his wife. "The fit! I'll go to the room first, okay?"
"Please!" Fitri smiled.
Arsy and Rasya are welcome to sit on the sofa.
"It turns out Om Langit's friend, married?" Rasya breaks Arsy's daydream. While Fitri was already saying goodbye from in front of both.
"Hmmm!"
"What time did you, go home. Is he a husband?"
Arsy is silent considering how, he asked about his wife to Harjunot.
Arsy shrugged both his shoulders indifferently.
"Sorry I just arrived!" Harjunot sits in the chair opposite Arsy.
"No problem, my!" Rasya answered the word Harjunot.
Arsy is not to be asked. The woman was focusing her eyes on her phone.
"It looks like my wife is preparing a meal at the table. Let's go there!" take Harjunot while getting up from his seat.
The two friends just followed Harjunot. Rasya walks with Harjunot. Arsy prefers to walk behind the two men.
"Sister Fitri, do you need any help?" asked Arsy while keeping his phone nailed to his pants.
"No, just a little!"
"Just help if you want to help!" Rasya.
'It turns out this young man knows his daughter Mr. Dirut! Ah .. I almost forgot this young man. Writing a love letter to his daughter Mr. Dirut. Oh God! How did this happen? Why did I not hand the letter to him. I hope the letter is still in my room' Inner Harjunot recalls the incident some time ago while reading the contents of the letter.
