That Cute Woman is my wife

In One Night.

As the wind turns tonight, cradling me into a daydream. Fantastic about the beauty of this mortal world, when we are together forever. The pseudo-love you once said, I take it on this journey of life. But restless and restless are always haunting, because of your uncertain attitude. I try to forget you, because I know for sure your nature. So that I don't miss you always, love.

The more I forget, the more I realize, my love is for you. There's nothing else.

That is the expression of the taste of an Ibrahim in a corner of the room. He became a fragile man. Her love went somewhere. Love songs accompany her every night. His heart was screaming and rebelling. He wanted to go out and see the lover he had missed all this time.

Love makes a once very handsome man fragile in the blink of an eye. Only because of the selfishness of parents who choose to harbor all events. Past events that have no eyewitnesses.

Ibrahim could only look at the cut of his lover's picture with a pushy look. It was that picture that became his true friend every night. I want Ibrahim to scream and say, "There's no time left for me to reveal it all? isn't it time to meet her? is the world fair to us? why should we be separated for no logical reason?"

Once again Ibrahim could only look at the beautiful face of the woman he still considered the lover. The man's gaze had never changed since long ago. Love gaze. Yes, Ibrahim's love for Shella never faded even in time.

"Lord, give me one chance to meet my beloved. I want to hold her, and take her to the wedding altar. I want to create a walima of love in our relationship. Walima we'll celebrate every year." Ibrahim monologues like a poet of love.

Pov Ibrahim.

How long is it gonna be? I had to wait. Wishing you to come and bring love to me. But I don't know when I'm here by myself.

Why fret I experienced, as if I wanted to run away. Chasing your shadow over love, I want your caress. Is it true that your smile doesn't deceive me? I still hope for the love that was before.

Hear my Lord, I offer prayer, with the stars one night. Is he really mine? How long do I wait? wonder at me all the time, and don't share your love. Just one for me.

**

The voice was heart-wrenching until it pierced into Nisa's heart. The middle-aged woman had to stare at the son she used to be proud of like the crown prince. Now turned into a half-crazy poet of love.

Nisa had to swallow the world's bitter pill because of her own selfishness. Nisa wiped away her tears, maybe she should treat her son's soul, by giving him freedom from the isolation room.

"Ibrahim my son, why do you have to be like this dear? don't you recognize your mother right now? this is Mom Son, know me. Hix, hyx, hyx." Nisa is crying again. His heart was sliced when he saw his son's soul go somewhere. Only his body occupied the narrow room. Should he lock up someone who's drunk? should he stay away from someone when that person worships love? it would be selfish if fate did not side with a man who adores love more than his own life.

Nisa's heart was more slashed, when she gave birth to Ibrahim, not mentioned his name at the end of each word. That's why Nisa hates Shella even more. The woman had already snatched the love of her son from her. The woman had already taken the attention of her son from her. However, is it still time to hold on to selfishness in the midst of emptiness of the heart? Ibrahim was screaming. But Nisa's heart was still unkapped.

While in a different place, Shella suddenly woke up from her sleep because she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Shella's breathing roar, the sweat drenching her forehead. While the man beside him also woke up because of unusual movements.

"Why you, baby? did you have a bad dream?" Ask Akemi worriedly. The man wiped Shella's sweat off.

"Drink first," continued Akemi later while giving a glass of water to Shella. Shella drank the water until it was not left.

"Do you feel better now?" Akemi is still trying to calm her heart. However, she honestly understood the anger of Shella. What husband doesn't know his wife's feelings? is not the husband and wife united in the same feeling?

"I, I'm scared. I was scared" said Shella at last. That woman was really scared. Akemi hugs Shella's body, and kisses the woman's forehead.

"Calm down, everything's gonna be fine. Trust me." Akemi's caress is very effective. In just a matter of seconds, Shella turned quiet. The roar of breath that had just burst, was now slowly returning to normal.

"Shella, what is it that scares you like this? can't you open up to me just a little? is it that important that he is until your name is engraved in your dreams?" inner Akemi.

Every day Akemi is in a groan of worry. Almost every day the man is not concerned in carrying out work. Luckily Delon always faithfully accompanied and helped himself in the Company. If not, then Akemi will be stamped as an unprofessional businessman just because of personal problems that are not understood by many people.

**

Back in the isolation room, one dark silent night. Ibrahim secretly flees when Nisa is caught off guard. Ibrahim took advantage of the opportunity that was wide open in plain sight. He ran down the empty, uninhabited room. The room was filled with Shella's belongings that were given to her.

Nisa is so outrageous, she has the heart to throw all of Shella's stuff into the garbage bin in the old warehouse. Though the goods that became the medicine solace Ibrahim when longing.

Abraham finally made it out of the cursed house. He walked barefoot. However, the man's hand was still clutching a piece of Shella's photo. The photo that will lead him to meet the idol of the heart that he believes still holds the taste. Though the taste has long since disappeared with time. Only he still has that feeling. To be honest, Shella is not a woman who is unfaithful or unwilling to fight, but she is not someone who is selfish, who can put aside the blessing of Mother above all else.

To be continued.