Waiting for your Love to Grow

Retrogressive

"What's wrong?", asked Denis to Nabila, making his wife surprised and immediately turned her eyes from Andre's mother to her.

"Baby, Denis!" Nabila's voice made Andre's mother also turn her attention to Denis who was behind her.

"Aante!" Denis's voice was shocked.

"Tante why is it here with Nabila, aunty knows Nabila?" Ask Denis curiously. His face looked serious, full of investigation, and there was a sense of dislike.

"No mas, this aunt had accidentally nudged me, so my drink spilled", said Nabila immediately, hoping her husband did not suspect. His hand rubbed gently on Denis's arm.

Denis' face looks calmer, when he sees Nabila's wet clothes. "Ohhh I think why" he said.

"So she__". Not yet Andre's mother continued his words, Denis immediately interjected, "This is Nabila my aunt's wife". Seemed unfriendly look still adorned the face of Denis' mother.

"Honey, this is Andre's mother, whom I knew to you" said Denis softly.

Nabila immediately reached out his hand, with the intention of getting acquainted so that Denis believed that this was his first meeting with the woman who had insulted him, but Andre's mother only looked cynically at Nabila, who had never seen him, then just leave without saying a single word.

Nabila lowered his hand slowly, he was not too surprised by the attitude of the woman earlier. But it was Denis who seemed to show an angry look to his best friend's mother.

"Are you okay, baby? Aunty is like that. So you know why, why I made you come here with the best performance?" Denis said while touching the soft cheek of Nabila.

"I'm okay, mas. I've seen people like that" said Nabila. A faint smile graced his face, making Denis smile at him.

"I'll go to the bathroom first, Mom. Want to clean this", Nabila permission to Denis while pointing to his clothes that were wet and stained because of the spill of the drink earlier.

"I'll take it", Denis bargained while taking over the glass that his wife brought.

"No, Denis is here. There was already a clue where the toilet was" Nabila said as his eyes turned to a signboard inscribed with a toilet not far from where he stood.

"Yes, then, I'll just grab some food while waiting for you. What do you want to eat, which?"

"Whatever, mas", said Nabila softly. Then she walked away from her husband.

I finished cleaning her dirty clothes. After making sure her makeup was still neat with the mirror in front of her, she walked out of the toilet.

Out of the toilet and just a few steps he walked, suddenly the voice of a man he knew made him have to stop his steps. "Tone, wait!", Andre's order that had been waiting for Nabila to come out of the toilet.

The man walked over to Nabila who was now standing still in his place. "Why did you leave me? And marry my best friend? Didn't I ask you to wait for me until I came back? Do you really want to hurt me intentionally?" said Andre who now stands beside Nabila with a sharp gaze towards the woman who is now looking forward. The man's eyes looked teary.

"I never promised I'd wait for you. Even it was clear when I rejected your proposal, it meant that I backed out to continue our relationship" replied Nabila without looking at Andre.

"No, Tone! It's not that easy!" Andre is now pulling Nabila's hand.

"Let go!" Nabila tried to get rid of Andre's hand. And finally Andre chose to give up the hand of the woman he loved so much.

Nabila took a strong breath and released it slowly. He tried to calm himself down before opening his mouth again.

"Mas, our relationship has ended a long time since I rejected your proposal. I can't continue our relationship because it's impossible for us to stay with our condition. I'm married now and I'm happy with my marriage", Nabila spoke as softly and calmly as possible.

"You lied, Tone. I know you're not happy with your marriage. How could you call your marriage happy if your husband just doesn't want to admit you in front of others. I know from your eyes there is still love for me" Andre said.

"So much as your judgment, mas. Denis loves me so much, and I love him so much. So please, accept this situation. Open your heart to other women. I'm sure many better women are waiting for you" said Nabila who then stepped away leaving Andre who is still calling his name. Nabila wiped the tears that just fell from her eyes.

"My stomach hurts a little" replied Nabila while holding her stomach.

"Your face is pale, which. You're crying too, aren't you?" Denis said worriedly.

"A little mas, end wrapped around the taste of my stomach. We go home yuk mas! My head is also a little dizzy" said Nabila.

"But I said goodbye to Andre. You just wait here, don't go anywhere!" Denis left Nabila after Nabila agreed to his request.

Denis and Nabila are now in the car that will take them back to the apartment. For a moment the atmosphere in the car was silent because the two humans inside did not make any sound at all. Denis first opened his voice.

"Where, still has her stomach ache?" Denis asked, who had now taken Nabila's palm and grasped it.

Nabila turned her gaze towards Denis, then shook her head and smiled faintly, before finally looking straight ahead again.

"Heads?" Ask Denis again while glancing at Nabila.

"A little" answered Nabila without changing the direction of his view.

"We'll eat first, huh, which? I'm hungry" Take Denis.

Nabila turned her head to Denis. "So not eating?"

"No, wait for you not to come!" Denis.

"Eat at home yes, ntar I masakin for you", bargained Nabila.

"Don't let me cook it myself. You're still sick. What do you want to masakin?" Denis.

Nabila shook her head. "I'm not a laper, ma'am"

"No, you haven't eaten! Anyway you should eat, later!" Denis.

Krucu..... Krucu.... Suddenly Nabila's stomach sounded. The woman's reflexes were holding onto her stomach. His face was red with embarrassment.

Denis smiled sumringah. "Well, no, hell! worms in your stomach at a protest, which. We're looking for a nice restaurant, aren't we?"

"Don't be in the restaurant, ma'am. I want to eat it at five feet" said Nabila.

"What a fact, that is! Put on some cool clothes like gini's meal time at five feet!" Denis Protest.

"Yes, we've just come home then, not to eat" said Nabila pretended to be disappointed.

"Yes, we eat at the five feet. What do you want to eat?" Denis' voice was low

"Eating goat fried rice would you? I know the best place" said Nabila excitedly. Denis accepted Nabila's offer.

After Nabila said the address of the place he wanted to go, Denis immediately turned his wheel to that place. About half an hour, Denis' car reached an area lined with street vendors who sell a variety of culinary.

"Wait a minute, yang!" Denis told Nabila, made the woman stop opening the door and now turned to face her husband who was opening one by one the buttons of his shirt.

"What do you want?" Nabila Voice stammered.