The Best Choice

Conversion of love

During the first months of Samira and Harviza's marriage, they spend time together getting to know each other in the contextual adult classroom in the room, without coercion though awkward and hasty, full of shame, and, full of agreements and intrigue. Harviza's presence in Samira's life was like a rock tucked in a shoe, distracting as well. Samira lives her days with gusto and blushing cheeks in Harviza's tender affection. The man plays an older brother to Samira who protects him as well as being ignorant to him. He educates Samira, patiently waiting for the melt of his bride's heart with all his heart and fulfill all his wishes. In the sixth month of their marriage, Samira was declared pregnant for a month.

A month late, Samira routinely checked her pants, looking for red spots that never came until Harviza realized her bride never had a reason to menstruate.

They went to the hospital, to the gynecologist. Samira covered her face, ashamed of not being a bitch. She's pregnant with Harviza's son. His childhood friend, a friend he considers an enemy is also someone who is always there for him. Instead of crashing because you have to go through a day full of love with her husband and the baby in her stomach so much can not believe it happened. She was drunk with her husband.

Chaotic days due to hormonal changes in her body made Samira vomit in the morning, then lazing on the mattress accompanied by Harviza who kept smiling hearing her grunts.

"If I go to work, what? You took care of Abah first." Harviza replied when Samira hated the scent of the man's body which turned out to be her candlestick. It was intoxicating until he broke any self-made rules. He became spoiled, often complaining if the man worked too long or did not rub his head to sleep but his delivery seemed to dislike him.

Samira pouting. "He's working there, but come along. I'm bored at home!" I'm not indifferent.

"No, Samira. You sleep in the room. Not good to come to work, will be tired, more limp, continue who is difficult? I ain't?" said intentionally.

"It doesn't work, it's better at home, right?" Samira held back the tip of Harviza's shirt and clasped it tightly.

Harviza made sure of Samira's face. Getting what you want and evaporating what is really a taste choice. For Allah does not give what He wants, but provides what His servant needs.

"It's nice in the same house as you." she admitted while stroking Samira's hair, a hair that only her husband knows. Black, long and soft. Always fragrant with shampoo that does not change its type.

"That's what you know." Samira turned the grip on the end of her husband's shirt into a hug on Harviza's waist leaning against the wall while she slanted.

"But if you may know, when do you think you're telling me you love Samira? I've never heard of it."

"Ah sister, I'm already pregnant this is not a surrender of love?"

"No, it's a couple's need."

"What time?" Samira frowned. "Not if—not so. You should know, I'm like brother but also love. You have to accept brother, I can't be romantic!"

Samira looked at Harviza affectionately. The man's head lowered after turning on the television and changing the room lights.

"But I'm not giving up either, I'm going to keep chasing you, Samira. I want to hear you calling my name."

Harviza smiled as her wife's face hid on the edge of her upper thighs accompanied by a small pinch on her waist for a while before Samira pulled her body, she followed her husband leaning against the wall painted in mocca color.

"Ngarep just keep sis, how else. If not, I suspect!" insist Samira spoiled.

They hugged tightly before Harviza covered Samira's lips with a fleeting soft kiss.

Their love is gradual and inevitable. Like rowing a sampan from an estuary anchored to the ocean. There their love is anchored, there is a tidal wave, broad and deep, full of challenges and secrets. Both of them have long known, there are secrets of adolescence that they hide and this is what happens. They want each other, mixed in love dilemmas. You understand what that means, right?

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Time goes so slow. Months after the happy day of Samira and Harviza, when Samira was declared pregnant. Aslan left for Lombok, he decided to take an alternative road wrapped in business travel. She travels abroad, to places she wants, turning her work schedule into a business adventure. He found the pleasure he was looking for to melt his loneliness.

"So what do we do now, brother?" ask Samantha. "Aren't tired of walking?"

Both of them sat on the sand of the beach, waiting for the sun to sink while holding young coconuts. Aslan sipped his dark water, he pursed his lips before turning his head.

"You tired, Sam?"

"No, I'm just joking. Free again even if the pay cut is five percent."

Aslan again enjoyed the young head water, his expression looking straight at the radiance of the sunset. Beauty was also a sense of amazement presented before his eyes until he felt all the more now. He travels around any hemisphere, lovingly traveling without the slightest complaint from Samantha.

"Last trip before we go back to the company. Where are you going, Sam?"

"Kok me?" Samantha pointed at her chest. "Where else do you want to go? But promise yes this is the last one, honestly I'm tired. Jetlag, foreign food, foreign culture, handsome guys everywhere. Ow."

"Altar?" sahut Aslan is serious.

Both of them looked at the face that was struck by the twilight. Adding to the beautiful impression of their beautiful paras-paras that have been beautiful since birth.

"Ngaco you, brother. Don't tell me the trip yesterday you made the event pdkt." said Samantha.

"Isn't that good? I know you simply, flow as you are, not contrived. Our introduction is natural. If I like it, it's a natural thing that happens between us as colleagues who work for six whole months and that's human." Aslan looked at him, his thoughts were fixed with Samantha's expanding smile.

The girl looked down. Be like. The flip-flops alone had a partner, while he and Aslan went hand in hand like sandals. Not compatible but always side by side, treading the earth and stepping anywhere with courage. Approach and add facts about the Javanese proverb, Witing Tresna Jalaran Saka Kulino, if it is true. The time that answered, when and how that sense infiltrated his mind.

"Good goal altar. And women usually wait and are proposed, as long as no one has dared to decide to meet papa and mama, I still fortify myself."

Aslan's side of heart moved, Samantha had already signaled. He grabbed his phone and searched for the closest flight.

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