The Journey and Destiny of Love

PTDC2 - The Past

Faisal was already sitting in the back garden chair with fried rice that he had snatched from his wife. Before long, the wife showed up with a cup of hot chocolate with a plate of sandwiches. The air outside still felt cold-soaked spoiled caressing their skin. Occasionally there was a morning breeze brushing Anindita's hair half dry.

Faisal welcomed his wife and pulled out a chair for her to sit in front of him. The round table was quite small but still enough if only to accommodate two wide plates containing their breakfast that morning.

“The fried rice is delicious Yang,” said Faisal who had started scooping rice into his mouth when his wife had just sat down.

“Iya is good, it's cooking use love,” said Anin while sneaking, feeling annoyed because Faisal brought his fried rice run.

“Oh, so you are using love for Mang Omon same Bi Tati?” Faisal seduces his wife.

“Not so Bang, yes I'm not good, Bi Tati already like drooling that, originally wanted to masakin Abang same Mamah, but in retrospect Bi tati already ready toast also ama sandwich, but,” said Anin is still pouting.

“Aaaa,” Faisal pointed the spoonful of fried rice into his wife's mouth, instantly a smile greeted the arrival of the fried rice he wanted.

“Ammm,” and the spoon were manoeuvred back into the mouth that drove him. Spontaneously, Anindita's hand pulled Faisal's nose in an agitation.

“Aww,” the man's hand brushed off the tiny fingers that landed without excuse.

“Awas yes, the retaliation will be malem,” Faisal grinned ignorantly. Anindita only responded by throbbing. He ate the sandwich he had brought.

“Nih Yang,” this time Faisal looks seriously scooping rice for his wife. Anindita seemed to speed up the chewing of her sandwich and immediately welcomed the mouthful of rice before her husband changed his mind.

“Abang is worried that our child drools,” he said while handing the plate containing the middle step again. He picked up the sandwich plate that was in front of Anin.

“Asaan the hell Bang, where is there, did I crav?” said Anin while pulling the fried rice plate that her husband handed over.

“Ya hopefully just so,” said Faisal with a smile. He continued his breakfast by finishing off Anindita's leftover sandwich.

“Honey, for the reception, brother has asked Ferdi to take care of it, we are in a hotel in Jakarta aja yes, or where do you want?” faisal.

“Serah brother,” said Anindita while focusing on finishing her fried rice.

“Ya already so, later we receive it sorted out, brother also males take care of the ribet-ribet, let Ferdi take care of everything,” said Faisal while sipping his warm chocolate.

“You have no need to work again dear, later take care of the submission of his resignation,” Faisal said.

“Hmmm, I still want to work Bang, until later if I have a new baby I stop, bosen lah Bang at home all day to say,” whine Anindita.

“Yes you can go shopping-shopping or to the salon, take gymnastics classes, jumba, kayak so,” Faisal gives ideas.

“Abang sure ngajarin his wife wasteful like that?” Anin snorted, because indeed she did not like such things. Shopping him only occasionally and to the salon only if you want to cut hair.

“I will try to balance Bang, later if I feel tired I think to submit resignation sooner,” said Anin with a smile.

The atmosphere of the morning was so special for two lovebirds who had just officially tied to the status of husband and wife. The early gate of marriage that always feels beautiful even though you still have to know each other. The sun is getting warmer touching the skin of those who are still not moving after breakfast. Anindita is still on leave for another week, while Faisal has given all the work to his best friend and secretary, Ferdi.

After breakfast, Anin rushed to get ready because Faisal would take her for a walk that day. While Faisal was sitting in the middle while watching the warmest news that reported the latest events from all corners of the country. Suddenly his eyes caught the figure of someone who these past few years had simply disappeared.

“Reymond Ronggales, the son of one government official, was shown to take bribes of 5 trillion in the projects he handled, the impact not only had an impact on his business and career in politics, he added, but his relationship with the famous model and artist Felisha Anastasya. Felisha has already told reporters if she requests the cancellation of the marriage which was originally to be held later this year.” Faisal turned off the television when a camera shot captured the figure of the beautiful and graceful woman on a glass screen. The woman who incised the wound that has been present to this day.

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Faisal grabbed his phone lying on the table and opened a notification of an incoming message from an unknown number.

“Hai, how are you?” the message was on the screen.

“Sorry who is this?” Faisal typed a reply message.

“Ahhh, apparently you have completely forgotten all about us,” a sentence ended sad emoticons.

“Just go on topic, I don't like to mince words,” Faisal replies back.

“If you are curious, we met at a cafee XXX this afternoon, I wait,” the writing is plastered on the screen.

“Sorry, today I have an event with my wife,” Faisal reply again.

“Wah you are married it turns out, I am late, congratulations yes, from someone in your past, Felisha.” Faisal's eyes were perfectly rounded, just reported on television, the girl had already contacted him directly back.

“He thinks, who is he?” Faisal pulled the corner of his lips, smiling cynically at the screen of his phone.

“Bang, why see HP like that?” anindita's voice made her surprised, she immediately put the phone into her pants pocket.

“Udah ready Which?” Faisal asked back. Anindita nodded unsuspectingly if something had happened there.

“Come,” Faisal moved from his seat and grabbed the car keys. They walk in tandem.

“Wait here aja Yang,” Faisal asked Anindita to wait for him on the terrace of the house. While he took the car to the garage. Mang Omon who was watering the plants rushed to open the garage door and stood there to close it again.

“Still Mang,” Faisal nodded his head. Mang Omon replied to his nod. Faisal drove his car and stopped on the porch, picking up the angel of his choice. While Mang Omon ran towards the gate and opened for his master.

Faisal drove his car, that day he would take his wife for quality time before the honeymoon. They plan to visit tourist attractions or entertainment venues around Jakarta.