Waiting for your Love to Grow

Marry Again

This day Nabila still tried to contact her husband, although it never succeeded. There were feelings of anger, annoyance, sadness, and also a little longing that occupied him. But the most dominant feeling of anger, to finally make the woman decided to stop contacting her husband again.

He tried to pretend to be deaf and stupid so as not to be affected by the sound of his heart. Doing whatever he likes, like now, has been almost 2 hours he soaked in the bathup while listening to music until unconsciously the time has begun towards night.

The clock shows at 18:35 when the bell sounds loud. Nabila, who had just finished her activity in the kitchen, rushed to put on a veil and opened the door.

As she managed to open the door, it was seen that she was a female person with an unusual makeup smiling sweetly at him.

"Miss Nabila?" Ask one of the women.

"Yes, I'm Nabila. What's up, mbak?" Ask Nabila.

"We're from the wedding organizer. We asked Mr. Denis to pick you up" said one of the women.

Nabila frowned, then looked at the two women in turn. "Wait a minute, I change clothes first" said Nabila who then passed back into the house.

"May I put your makeup on here now, lady" said the woman sitting next to her in a car.

"Damn? What should I dress up for?" Ask Nabila.

"Sir Denis has hired us to take care of the needs of the lady, so please cooperate" said the woman while sticking her palms in front of her chest.

"For a moment, mbak. I want clarity first. Where are we going? And for what?", said Nabila firmly.

"We're going to the hotel, miss. To attend the wedding reception Mr Denis has made with our WO services" the woman said.

"Marriage perception? Meanin? My husband_", asked Nabila interrupted, because the woman in front of him immediately cut off the conversation.

"Yes, miss. So please miss willing to be in makeup now because the time is urgent. We will make you thin, to look natural, according to the request of our client", said the woman.

"I don't want to be!" Said Nabila while already shedding tears.

"But miss__", the woman was confused to see Nabila who suddenly cried. He then decided to contact Denis.

"Hallo, good night, sir. Miss Nabila doesn't want us to make up" said the woman. Then he seemed to nod. "Okay, sir", he said again, before hanging up the phone.

Along the way, Nabila was silent. Sometimes he shed tears, when bad thoughts meergapnya, until finally they reached a luxury hotel.

"Let's get off, miss!" Invite the woman next to Nabila while opening the car door.

After wiping his tears with a tissue, he got out of the car. With teary eyes, he followed where the two women had taken him. Without realizing it, there was a pair of eyes that were now watching him and walking towards him.

While waiting for the elevator door to open, suddenly someone strongly flipped over Nabila's body and hugged her tightly. Nabila was shocked and tried to escape from the embrace.

"Let me hold you for a moment, one last time. After this I'll really get away from you and try to forget about you. I will come back if Denis dares to hurt you and at that time I will not let you go again" Andre said in a raucous voice because of the cry he could not stand.

Whether he got a push from where, Nabila who had refused the hug, suddenly replied to him. The tears that he had been holding, now overflowed perfectly, to wet Andre's coat. "I don't know what happened after this, Denis is so mysterious. Am I able to survive with all this. Why is Denis not like you who loves me so much", inward Nabila, who is thinking her husband has married another woman.

Andre pushed Nabila's body from his embrace, then wiped away the tears that still bathed the woman's face. He smiled warmly at Nabila even though a stroke of sadness was very visible on his friendly face. "May you be happy" he said.

"And I'm sure there's an amazing woman waiting for you, mas" said Nabila before the woman who was with him asked him to immediately enter the elevator that had just opened.

"May I be the one to take you to your husband" Andre said, offering his hand. Nabila was confused, but he accepted Andre's offer by slipping his hand into Andre's stocky arm.

In the elevator, Nabila just silently tried to calm her heart. He closed his eyes until the elevator door opened. He came out of the elevator, as soon as Andre came out of there because his hands were still tightly coiled in Andre's arms.

"Mas", call Nabila, while looking at Andre who was also looking at her warmly. The woman tried to neutralize her heart, hoping her prejudice that her husband remarried was wrong, though she had to prepare herself if that did happen.

Not far from where he stood, he saw a figure that was familiar to him, although the condition was a bit dark because the lights were deliberately dimmed. The closer he got, the more convinced he was of his thoughts about the man who was now observing him. "Fendi! Why is he here?", inwardly.

"Come, sis!" Excited Fendi while advancing towards her brother and extending a hand.

But Andre brushed it off subtly while smiling thinly. "Let me do it" said Andre making Fendi retreat in order.

When Nabila with the others walked in the hallway to the Ballroom, suddenly the lights that had originally died, suddenly lit up. Feelings of confusion, shock, amazement mixed into one in the heart of Nabila, when on the right and left side of the hall to the ballroom has lined up his photo with Denis with a size large enough.

I don't know who made the photos, until Nabila never realized that there are people who are taking pictures with their husbands with various situations. There are photos of them spending time together on the balcony of the villa, driving on a motorcycle, in the flower garden, in the house of his mother, in the office, to the shop of aci meatballs.

*winning my heart is not

One easy thing

You managed to make

I can't live without you

Keeping that love is not

One easy thing

Yet for a second you never

Turn away from me

Lucky for me

Owned you

From the beauty of the face and heart

You become harmonious when I sing

About the light and darkness of this life

You are the most beautiful form

From the good of God to me

Time doesn't touch your beauty

You're the greatest woman to me

Please, you keep that in mind

Tearing down my ego is not

One easy thing

With tender love you break

Hardness of my heart

Lucky for me

Yours*

Sayup-sayup heard the voice of someone he knew very well, singing the song. Instantly, the tears that had already spilled, were now getting louder. Without a doubt he accelerated his pace towards the source of the sound.

Her feet stopped when she saw her husband walking towards her, still singing the same song.

Denis knelt before Nabila, grabbed the woman's hand and kissed her gently. Then he stood up and hugged his wife warmly. "Let me be the happiest person to have you all" said Denis, who was later given a tight hug by Nabila.

"Why don't you tell me about this, you're bad! Look how ugly I am right now!" Excited Nabila while beating her husband's chest, after the hug was released and her eyes swept through the room.

"For me you've always been beautiful" Denis said.

"Hw...hu... " Nabila came back crying and hugged her husband. "I thought you remarried hu.hu..hu.

Andre stepped closer to Denis who is now holding Nabila's hand and was about to step onto the stage. "Congratulations, bro! Treat him well, don't let him hurt him one bit" he said, then hugged his best friend. Shortly afterwards the man left the place with great sadness.

******

"I did not expect, it turns out you can sing, mas", seduced Nabila while hugging her husband who had just finished bathing and also sat beside her.

Tonight they deliberately stayed at the same place where they held a wedding reception that was only about an hour away.

Denis turned his head to face Nabila. The man kissed his wife's lips for a moment. "It's just because of you that I can sing. Give your husband this voice when he sings?" Her speech.

"11-12 the same sound of canned krupuk, anyway. Ha...ha.ha" said Nabila accompanied by laughter.

"What did you say?" Denis tickled Nabila until Nabila begged her for forgiveness.

"Enough mas, enough" said Nabila who could not stand what her husband did.

"Kiss or tickle?" Denis asked while his fingers were still busy tickling his wife's body.

"Kiss" said Nabila spontaneously.

Denis stopped his action. "Kiss!" Denis' orders while closing his eyes.

Nabila complied and gave kisses on both cheeks of her husband. Denis who hoped for more, until a few seconds did not get what he wanted finally opened his eyes.

"Kok is doang. Which one is this?", Denis said as he pointed at his lips.

"No way!" Nabila

"Don't really want to?" Denis asked while raising his finger to tickle back.

"Yes.iya.iya." said Nabila resigned as she brought her face closer to Denis's.

Cup....Nabila put her lips on Denis' lips briefly and then stood up and ran up to the top of the bed filled with a crown of roses.

Denis who didn't take it. Sitting with his wife leaning on the head of the bed. He grabbed his wife's chin gently and confirmed his lips above his wife's seductive lips.

The kiss that had been soft turned into heat, when Nabila eagerly returned the kiss. That night became a very warm and turbulent night for two people who were struck by romance. I don't know how long they spend making love, until fatigue hits them. The room, which had been filled with sounds of seduction and sighing, was now silent.