Temporary Husband

Do you love her?

That taste ever existed

And once lived in the chest

But if it only causes lara

Should I keep everything?

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Amora arranged various foods on the dining table. Rice complete with roasted chicken and sambal, there is a parchment, fried tempeh and fruit and pudding neatly arranged. A sweet smile never receded from the beautiful face of the 27-year-old woman. Imagining a romantic dinner with Reyhan, again he blushed.

"I'm going to have dinner at home tonight." Reyhan's voice in his ear was still clear when he contacted her this afternoon.

I don't know what possessed the woman so she smiled and blushed again. Sometimes he covered both faces.

"God! I'm like ABG's son." he chuckles at his own embarrassment with all his slightly strange behavior. As he remembered, when he was with Farhan he was never like this.

"Ah, I think my brain has started to shift. I have to get a new job immediately, so that I am not crazy to always be home alone." he muttered with a laugh.

"Everything is ready, especially the less?" his fingers knocked his chin. The net is staring one by one the dishes that are so beautifully available on the table.

"I think it's enough. Stay beautifying yourself. Since when have I been so flirty? Good Lord! Am I really going crazy now?" he shook his head, then walked slowly towards the room. But just a few steps before he arrived, he heard the apartment bell sounding. His body reflexively turned around, looking at the clockwork showing 16:15

"Ah, did Reyhan come home so soon?" his forehead was wrinkled but unstoppable to step on as well.

"Wait a minute" his steps stopped.

"Don't Reyhan have to push the bell?" the frown on his forehead deepened. Curiosity swept his heart and head. He moved quickly, wanting to know who was coming.

"Mas Farhan?" Amora was stunned when she found her ex-husband standing in front of her with a red rose in his hand. Reviewing the sweet smile that even makes the wrinkles on the forehead increase.

"Hey baby, this flower is for you" he said to Amora. Amora was unmoved, her right hand still holding the door she had originally opened. There was no desire to welcome anything Farhan gave her.

"Amora, are you listening to me?" farhan asked as he drew his face closer, looking at the woman in front of him. Just a moment later, it made Amora turn her body back. He was shocked by what Farhan had just done.

"What are you doing, mas?"

"I'm just making sure you're not daydreaming." then he quickly puts the flower into Amora's grasp. The woman looked at the flower she had tucked in her hand.

"Don't daydream much, it's not good." Amora just nodded.

"Can I come in?"

"Huh? what's?" Amora was still unaware of the situation. He is still confused about what happened.

"Kan, still daydreaming. I told you not to daydream." Farhan menoel Amora's nose. The woman's reflexes again distanced herself from the man who had been in her heart.

"Mas, don't do this." she said with a slight annoyance. Farhan frowned, looking at Amora's frightened face.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? why does it look so scared? am I so creepy?"

"Mas, Reyhan's not home. Better not go in. If there's anything to talk about, please talk about it now and there's no need to go in."

"Amora, why ....?" the man looked at Amora disappointedly.

"Mas, we're not husband and wife. I already have a wife and I already have a husband. We shouldn't have met like this. We've got nothing to do, ma'am."

"Amora, did you forget? Isn't Reyhan just a temporary husband? He only became a prophet and after three months he will divorce you. And after that, we'll get back together. Isn't that our deal?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"What do you mean?"

Amora was silent. There was guilt in his heart when he saw Farhan's extraordinarily disappointed and angry face.

"I'm sorry, mas." he looked down once more. Farhan pulled her hair in annoyance. He looked at Amora once more and with one step, he gripped her shoulders violently making Amora grimace.

"Say Amora, did you start loving that man?" Farhan stared at Amora irately without letting go of the clutches of his hands.

"Mas, please let go. You hurt me." said Amora. He was still grimacing as Farhan's hand clutches grew louder.

"Tell me, Amora! Are you starting to love that jerk?!" ask Farhan again. Her teeth were shaking withstanding emotions, while her grip grew stronger on Amora's shoulder. Amora looked at her ex-husband in fear.

"I-i ...."