The Wasted Bride

Houses 1

A woman in black was crying in tears after hearing the statement from the man she loved. Wanting to have a man in front of him right now but what has happened makes it impossible to do.

"I'm sorry for all your deeds. I did this for the good of both of us. Our current relationship is not desired by God, I'm sure my sister is aware of it. Even so mas absolutely unthinkable to leave a sister, let alone a sister is pregnant with her child mas." Aldair sighed slowly.

His heart ached to see the woman he loved sobbing but there was nothing he could do to calm her down, even to just hold his hand he could not because Aldair had decided to try to improve their relationship in order to get his pleasure.

Sounding naive indeed, he tried to fight for his relationship with Fani to be a relationship that God desires but he forgot the fact that there is a wife that God has long paused for him.

"But sister don't worry, my heart is still for my sister even though now we will be difficult to meet again. Because I realize if I really love my sister then I have to fight for my sister in a good way. Mas promise mas will immediately divorce Arwaa and marry sister after sister gave birth later." Obviously Aldair again with a gentle smile for the lover of heart.

"She understands me. The younger brother only feels guilty for Arwaa, because the younger brother wants to divorce him. If you want a sister does not matter even though it must be his second wife mas Al." Fani said softly still with tears flowing down her cheeks.

Aldair shook his head in disagreement. From the beginning he did not have any taste in Arwaa, the marriage that occurred between the two was only as a sense of return to Arwaa's father.

"Sister don't talk like that. Mas never thought to make a second wife sister, mas only want a sister to be his only wife." Hardair tries to calm Fani down with his sweet promise.

"Mas really promised sister?" Fani asked, looking up at the eyes of the man before her, pleading.

"For Allah's sake, promise me." Aldair swore on his promise to make the lover display his smile.

"That's so dong. Mas kangen smile sister, from earlier ditangisin continue rich mas want to die alone." Goda Aldair made Fani pout.

"But you want to stay with your sister." Fani pretended to be upset.

"It's starting again." Aldair sullenly heard it and it made Fani laugh for a moment.

"Hahaha what a hell, brother kidding me. My sister believes I'll keep my promise." Fani wiped away the rest of her tears.

"Thank you, sir." He continued to smile sweetly at Aldair which made the man smile as well.

"Yes my darling. Then let me take you home yes, it's late afternoon, after all mas also want to talk about this with parents sister." Said Aldair who was immediately embraced by Fani.

It seems Aldair forgot about his promise to his wife that he would return home today. Leaving Arwaa, who was waiting for her husband to come to their home, with a troubled heart.

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After performing the prayer service isya Arwaa rushed down when he heard the sound of a car roar in the yard of his house.

"Mas Genta..." Welcoming Arwaa with a sweet smile, she picked up the suitcase Aldair was carrying and kissed her husband's hand suddenly making the man freeze instantly. He never thought Arwaa would do that.

"Ah... um.. yes, sorry new mas had come, a lot of things to do in the office." Aldair lied. Aldair was silent for a moment, why he had to lie, why not say he had run into Fani, stupid. Aldair cursed himself inwardly, but still let it go without wanting to explain the truth.

Aldair was a little surprised when he felt the tenderness of Arwaa's hand on his cheek but it was immediately realized that he should not allow it. Aldair took Arwaa's hand and removed it from his cheek. But Arwaa just smiled sweetly treated like that, instead of releasing the hand grip Aldair, Arwaa just held it back and pulled the man into the house.

"Mas sit down, let me treat the wound. I'll get the medicine box first." Arwaa said while forcing Aldair to sit on the sofa.

"No, I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed, I'm tired." Aldair held Arwaa's hand which was about to go pick up the drug contact.

Arwaa held Aldair's hand holding him, and he smiled.

"Mas Genta has promised me that he will treat me like a wife. I know it's hard for Genta, but try to last a few more months. I just want to get my reward from my husband." Obviously Arwaa gently made Aldair let go of his grip, his heart slightly trembling at Arwaa's words.

"Sorry." Said Aldair as he sat back down and Arwaa simply nodded and went to pick up the medicine box.

"This morning be careful not to get hurt rich gini again." Arwaa said while treating the lip wounds and Aldair's cheeks carefully. She had no interest at all in asking why her husband was hurt, because she felt that it had something to do with the woman she loved.

"Why, just realized to have a beautiful wife ya." Goda Arwaa when she realized that Aldair looked at her when he was treating her husband.

"Yes you are beautiful." Aldair answered, making Arwaa stop her hand for a moment before she continued to treat her husband's wounds, Arwaa smiled.

"Mas Genta is also handsome." Arwaa's words made Aldair's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He did not expect his wife to reply like that.

"Loh loh mas cheeks more red, more pain huh mas?" Asking Arwaa pretended not to know if her husband was embarrassed, she held both of her cheeks with an expression that pretended to be worried.

Not only the cheeks, even now his ears became slightly reddened over what Arwaa did. Aldair removed both of Arwaa's hands from his cheeks slowly.

"I'm okay with it." Obviously Aldair turned his face in shame.

Arwaa chuckles little seeing that, she does not expect that Aldair is a shy person.

"Hehe ya already eat first yes, abis it shower and sleep. I made you your favorite chicken pepes." Arwaa's words made Aldair look at him.

"Mother who taught." Arwaa continued as if she understood what her husband's confused gaze meant.

The couple walked to the dining room together. After Arwaa prepared Aldair's dinner, she asked permission to go to the room first to clean up the clothes and supplies her husband had brought from the apartment.

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