
Alhan turned his wife's body around. He lifted the chin of his wife.
"What's wrong, what are you thinking?" Wafa just shook his head slowly.
Alhan's phone rings again.
"So soon, I'll take the phone first." Alhan was a bit away from Wafa but was still in one room.
Alhan quickly picked up his phone and immediately replied without seeing who the call was from.
"Call...."
"Han now I've got the money" the voice from across there rang.
"You?"
"Yes I'm Nurmala. Can we meet? I'll pay off the loan yesterday. Worrying used. " Alhan flinching
.
"Transfer it later I'll send the account number. I can't get out."
"Please Han. Please meet me. I don't have an ATM all I have is off. I promise I'm not fuckin' around"
Alhan was silent for a long time. He glanced at his wife who had not changed her position since.
"OKAY. Where's where?"
"In the usual place! I'll wait 10." The phone was immediately closed.
Alhan is actually not passionate to meet his former lover but because there is good intention from Nurmala to return the money then Alhan agreed to a meeting that could have given memories of the past so sweet at the same time bitter when Nurmala decided her love relationship because of social status.
Nurmala preferred a businessman to Alhan who was an honorary teacher. It is as clear as heaven and earth. Alhan is better off stepping down even though he could actually maintain his relationship with Nurmala with everything he has. By revealing his wealth so that Nurmala would accept his love. But he did not do that he wanted to get a woman who sincerely loved him instead of loving his property.
After receiving the call Alhan approached his wife who was still standing beside the window by crossing her hands. His eyes condensed.
"Darling ...."
"Go mas. We can go another day, still a lot of time not to see our house? He's more important." Once a blink of a tear escapes from its place.
"Alright if you allow it" Wafa pressed his chest that felt tight he closed his eyes.
Finally shed those tears. Such a sight could not be separated from the Netra Alhan who still did not move from where he stood, he watched his wife. Alhan knew his wife was not okay. There must be something he's thinking.
Alhan approached Wafa at the sight of the beautiful woman.
"You why? I won't leave if my wife is crying. Stories are possible with stories your burden will be reduced." Wafa shakes.
"Go don't let him wait too long. And do not let you betray the promise that has been agreed with him" said Wafa cirih.
"I'm sorry if it makes you cry. I don't want you to think anything about me so go wherever I go unless we're at work." Alhan did not want to make his wife angry and disappointed. He did not want to lose the antidote that had healed his heart from love.
"I love you Wafa Zahira I love you. It won't take long to be able to forget the person who ruined my life enough of you that will make our future more beautiful and more meaningful just us and our children, yes, we're gonna have some funny kids out of your womb." Alhan kissed the head of his wife. Wafa was silent. Now she was moved by her husband who seemed to know her deepest heart.
I don't know what would happen if Alhan really betrayed his love? His first love was his last love. A truly sincere love is born not because of the possessions it has but the love that grows from the bottom of the deepest heart.
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Along the way Alhan did not take off his wife's hand. He held it tightly. His smile always emanated from his handsome face. They have arrived at a restaurant that nuanced out door.
Wafa stopped his steps.
"Your mother first. I'll go to the toilet for a second. Suddenly I wanted Pepsi"
"I'm with ya?"
"Eh, don't do it. I can do it myself. I'll follow you first." Wafa felt uneasy, he went straight to the women's toilet.
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Nurmala had been waiting for Alhan long enough. He waved when he saw Alhan standing in front of the toilet.
Alhan approached Nurmala. Nurmala welcomed him very well. Face sparkles. Just as it used to be happiness always radiated on his face when they met.
"Thank you for coming. Please sit down, Han! We eat first I will treat" Nurmala invited Alhan to sit in front of him. Alhan occasionally looked towards the toilet to make sure his wife had gotten out of the place.
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After completing her wish, Wafa came out of the toilet and there was no husband outside. He spread his gaze to every gazebo in that place. Gazebo Number 8. Looks quiet but soon this place will be crowded with visitors because the time shows lunch hour. Wafa also approached her husband's whereabouts. Wafa stood staring at the sight of two former lovers who were having a meeting. The joy is clearly visible on the face of a woman who is no stranger to him. She looks more beautiful wearing a hijab. They sit down lesehan. Seeing her flat-faced husband in front of another woman her heart became calm.
"Well, why are you standing there, come here!" Alhan moved from where he sat. He approached his wife to join the ex. He clasped his wife's hand tightly.
"Here sit beside, mas" Alhan told his wife to sit face to face with Nurmala. He then introduced his wife to Nurmala. Seeing Alhan's affection with his wife Nurmala's face turned 90 degrees, somewhat pale. Not passionate. Forced smile.
"Mother Nurmala, this is my first and last wife."
"Honey this is Nurmala's mother, used to be a friend of one profession when I was still teaching in High School." They shake hands with each other.
Nurmala looked at the woman before her. There really is no flaw. Her beauty defeated the beauty of Nurmala. Alhan could forget Nurmala that fast. But it seems Nurmala is no stranger to the woman before her.
"I'm sorry we've met, but where are you?"
"Yes Bu Nurmala we have met at the school where the mother taught. At that time, I was a picket teacher. Mother remember?"
" Oh yeah, I remember. So at that time you guys had a relationship like that?" Nurmala's investigation was suspicious
"Ah no. We never dated. We just started, halal dating. Destiny has brought us into His way. I'm so grateful to be united by marrying Wafa who is so much better than my ex." Alhan answered him with words capable of slapping the woman who had already hurt his heart.