THE STRUGGLE OF A WIDOW

A FEELING

Although at this time he saw Rayan so loved and appreciated him, but since Rayan's joke on that night he always remembered his story that was duakan by Arman. Especially at this time, the presence of teenage girls in his rumh that had made him furious.

Not long after, the roar of the car was heard entering the courtyard of the house. Ayana, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, frowned and looked towards the balcony where the window was open.

Curious about the sound of a car that was not the sound of the car owned by her husband, Ayana tried to get out of the room to the balcony to make sure of herself.

From the balcony, Ayana saw her husband coming down from the car he was driving. But Ayana was still confused because the car was not her husband's car.

Seeing the husband entering the house, Ayanapun went back into the room welcoming the husband.

"Assalamualaikum darling.." The sound of the room door and greetings from Rayan was greeted with a smile by Ayana while answering greetings from her husband.

"Mas, whose car is it..? Where's Rayan's car..?" Feeling that something was awkward, Ayana immediately asked without saying stale.

"My beloved car.. My car's still in the hospital parking lot.." Rayan replied smilingly as she took off her watch without looking at Ayana.

Ayana. His heart was suddenly uncomfortable. Just now his memory of Arman's treatment came, now found the words of the husband that made him sick.

Rayan knew what Ayana was thinking about her after saying that. He deliberately pranks his wife a little for a surprise birthday present.

Ayana obviously doesn't remember her birthday. He hardly ever celebrates his birthday like most people.

After changing clothes, Rayan approached Ayana who was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed. Gently, Rayan hugged Ayana from the side and kissed her cheeks repeatedly. Ayana did not react. His mind went nowhere.

"Darling, my dear, happy birthday dear.. May you always be my proud wife, my darling, and continue to be a good mother to our children.." Ayana frowned looking at Rayan's face with surprise.

Rayan smiled looking at Ayana's expression.

"I like you jealous.. Because I remember a long time ago, it was so hard for me to conquer your heart to receive my love.. I'm happy baby, you can be jealous of me too.." Said Rayan looking at Ayana's face fixed.

"I'm just a regular human being.. Ever since I decided to make you my husband, then you are mine.. I don't like mine being someone else's without my permission.." Ayana flat said

Rayan was surprised to hear Ayana's words.

"I'm sorry if accidentally or intentionally, my attitude and speech hurt your feelings.." Said Rayan peeping Ayana soft forehead.

"Darling, let's see that car..? If it's uncomfortable, we can change it as you want.." Rayan smiled

Ayana stared silently at the smiling husband looking at her. His heart was touched by Rayan's sincerity.

Remembering her, when she was a wife from Arman, Ayana had wanted a car for her to work, but only a sweet promise by her ex-husband.

But now, Rayan gives him a car without him asking and without his knowledge. Even hope not at all. All Ayana wants in her life this time is the integrity of her household and away from the third person.

"Happy birthday once again to you my wife.. Always happy in your life.. Keep with me, beside me both joy and sorrow.." Rayan said softly.

"Yes dear.. Thank you for accepting me with all my lack.. I'm sorry if I haven't been the wife you hoped for.. But I'll keep trying to be a good wife to you.." Ayana said sobbing

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Elsewhere, Susi who is still confused about what to explain to Tristan for misunderstanding while in her contract, almost makes her run over the vehicle because she is not focused while riding her motorcycle matic.

Susi, who was surprised, pulled her bike over the shoulder side of the road and continued to grieve her because she almost had an accident.

From afar, it turns out that Tristan who had been kneeling him was also no less surprised to see Susi who almost had an accident.

Feeling unable to stand it, Tristan approached Susi by pulling her car right in front of Susi's motorbike. Susi who was sitting on the sidewalk was unaware of Tristan's presence. He continued to massage his forehead with a down position and the elbow resting on the knee.

Tristan's heart has not been able to make peace with the conditions that occur between them. But the other side of his heart, could not be far from Susi let alone see Susi who was like a mess.

"Other times if you have a lot of thoughts, don't drive alone.. Can you take the ojek or angkot..?" Tristan advised Susi but in an angry tone

Hearing Tristan's voice, Susi raised her head to look at the sound. He was surprised to find that Tristan was right in front of him at this moment.

With a teflex Susi stood up and leaned her face against Tristan's chest.

"I'm sorry.. You just misunderstood.. I'm not as bad as you think.." Susi's words held back her tears

Susi hugged Tristan, but she was embarrassed.

"Why should you explain..? We don't have anything to do with..?" Answer Tristan flat

Susi raised her face to look at Tristan. His heart was suddenly embarrassed to hear the words coming out of the mouth of the man before him.

The shadow of Tristan who kissed him affectionately, hugging him gently, attention for the attention he received all this time, was not a sign of a more relationship between the two. Inner Susi

Susi quickly pulled her hand that was still attached to Tristan's arm, and pushed her leg back a step to keep her distance. Embarrassed, Susi rushed up to her bike and left without a word.

Tristan looked down in annoyance after Susi's bike started to move away. Tristan was frustrated to regret his words. Jealousy and disappointment, making his brain can not think jerni.

While Susi herself, continues to spur her vehicle with a bitter feeling. Her crying broke unbearably. It was not only the pain she felt, but also the shame that made her cry sobbing all the way.

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