The Lost Half of the Heart

SHYH 31 | Young Mango

In accordance with his promise to the wife, Brayan asked permission to go home earlier than usual. She could not give extracurricular lessons to her students, as she had to attend a fashion show. Although the students felt very disappointed, but Brayan's decision was not inviolable.

"Yes .. failed dog taught to play basketball with Mr. Rayan," complained Aliyah.

"Well, how else" said Mifta lethargicly.

"Here you go, just prepare tasmi' for later tonight together with ustad Adzam," said Zahra.

"That's the problem. I haven't memorized it yet. How's dong?"

"Find a reason to come in a month, Al."

"It was just a week ago. Every week comes the month."

Dissolved in the conversation makes the three friends forget the annoyance of failing to get extracurricular along with their idol teacher.

***

Sometimes a person has to do everything possible to take the heart of the person he loves. Especially when he just realized that the person means a lot in his life.

It seemed like wasting Fisya back then there was a biggest mistake for an Alqan. He only realized when Fisya had become someone else's. Now Alqan's heart seemed dark covered with black clouds that enveloped his heart.

Fashion shows are held in one of the major hotels. The guests present were not just anyone either. Fisya felt very grateful because one of his fashion designs could appear in the event.

Accompanied by Brayan, Fisya sat in the first row. It was a pride for a Nafisya. However, who would have thought if beside Fisya had sat a person who wanted to be drowned to the bottom of the ocean. Who else if not Alqan.

"Mas Alqan." Fisya was surprised when the voice of Deheman disperse Fisya's views on the members of the fashion show.

"Congratulations, finally your design can appear here. Oh yeah, tonight there will be dinner together. You're coming, huh?"

"Sorry, I don't think I can come! I'm the same time Rayan will have a plan tonight," Fisya refused.

In the heart Brayan cheered cheerfully, because Fisya had given a rejection to Alqan's invitation.

"Ah, what a pity. Though this is a rare dinner, many famous businessmen. Who knew they'd be interested in your design, Sya."

"Can appear in an event like this only I'm grateful, Mas. I wouldn't expect more because I'm basically just channeling my hobbies."

Alqan lost again. With a rough breath he leaned his head on his chair. His heart really did not accept when Fisya was not at all interested in his offer. Especially when he saw Fisya and Brayan's hands clasped each other and occasionally kissed by Brayan.

"Rasain, who told you to be a bully. Good thing Fisya wasn't lulled by your sweet mouth." Brayan glanced at the frustrated Alqan.

"Yes, here!" whiskey Brayan.

"Yes, Mum? What's up!" Fisya rubbed his face closer to Brayan.

"here."

Brayan gestured for Fisya to lean his head on the shoulder.

"Take care of it!" whispered slowly.

Fisya smiled faintly. She knew that right now her husband was trying to heat someone's heart.

"Don't tell me you want to make Mas Alqan even more upset, huh?"

"Sttt, don't be so hard!"

Throughout the show the two were stunned when they saw the models showing off the clothes they wore. Various fashion models from famous designers make Fisya feel very amazing.

"Congratulations, Yes. Hopefully this is a good start to your career" said Brayan full of pride when a model darting on stage by demonstrating the clothes made by Fisya.

"Hopefully yes," timpal Fisya.

"You should thank me, yes. If it wasn't for me recommending your design, maybe your fashion couldn't be featured here" Alqan said immediately.

"Should ya?" tymphal Brayan's.

"Yes gotta! Hasn't I been handling this fashion show all this time? If it wasn't for me, the brand from Nafisya Fashion wouldn't be able to perform here."

Fisya can only take a deep breath before being exhaled roughly.

"Thank you Alqan already want to help Fisya. Oh yeah, it's over, Fisya first yes, Mas." Fisya immediately pulled Brayan's arm cordially to leave his seat.

"Daa .. mas Alqan." Brayan waved his hand to Alqan as a sign of farewell.

Fresh air enters the lung cavity, making Brayan can breathe with relief. It is unexpected that Alqan will really become a new problem in his life.

"Yes, I hope you can be more careful with Alqan! He's not a good guy. How dare he snatch your will after wasting you so easily. I don't want you to get in touch with Alqan, for any reason!" brayan was a little upset.

"Yes, Fisya knows that. Fisya can take care not to be tempted by mas Alqan. Yeah, even though it's actually Alqan's really handsome."

Brayan immediately glared. His eyes are like they are going out. "What are you talking about, yes?"

"Mas Alqan is very handsome, but more handsome my husband, anyway." Fisya immediately grinned because she had gotten a murderous look from her husband's eyes.

"Udah don't have to put on such a scary face. Let's go!" persuade Fisya later.

During the trip Fisya tightened his arms around Brayan's waist with his head attached to his back. This was the reason why Brayan was reluctant to use the car while going along with Fisya. Brayan can take advantage of the atmosphere to feel more romantic.

"We buy mangoes first! Hot like this wants to eat fresh."

"OKAY. We're looking in the top markets huh. There are many who sell fresh fruit."

Motor Brayan immediately shot towards the market over a place that is very famous for its fresh fruits. However, in fact after until Fisya even nausea when smelling the aroma of mango fruit that has been cooked. This made Brayan even more panicked.

"Yes, you're not papa, are you?"

Fisya shook his head slowly.

"I'm not papa. It just smells the same, Mas," said Fisya.

"Lha .. instead of just eating mangoes. Yeah, it's like this scent, yes."

"But not the one who cooks, Mas.I want the one who's young."

Brayan brought Fisya back to the parking lot because he could not stand the smell of fruits in the upper market.

"Mas Ray, look for young mangoes just got home!" whinek Fisya with a wailing face.

"But where are we going to look for young mangoes, yes. Where is there anyone who sells young mangoes."

"But I want to eat young mangoes, Mas." Fisya whined again.

"Yes, let's find it!"

For the desire of the wife, Brayan also tried hard to find young mango. Yes, though he knew otherwise he would never find a young mango seller.

Throughout the journey Fisya continued to mendumel when he did not get what he wanted. There are only melons, watermelons and rambutans.

"See, we go home first."

"But how's the young mango, Mas?"

"Let's ask Mama for help. He has a lot of community. One of his friends had a young mango."

Fisya nodded slowly then reattached his body to his back as Brayan began to plug his motor gas.

...~~~...

...TBC...