Wedding Sunscreen

Part 42 ~ Wedding Sunscreen

Aaron, the man lowered his head politely as the middle-aged woman who had just asked approached him.

The woman's face was a little sad, making Aaron a little clumsy, afraid that he would be expelled before meeting his wife.

Honestly, Harun really misses Haura, if he can't hug, at least he should see Haura's pretty face for a while.

"Who are you looking for?" The sentence was again thrown from a middle-aged woman who turned out to be the owner of the contract.

"I'm looking for Haura, is she there ma'am? I'm her husband" said Aaron bluntly so that the man got a probing look from the rented mother.

The puffed-up woman noticed Aaron's appearance from top to bottom while shaking his head.

"It turns out Haura's husband is a rich man huh? But how can you care for a pregnant wife in a very small house like this? even worked hard to finance herself while she was pregnant." The lady puffed up Aaron.

For some reason, but the owner of the contract feels like Haura's suffering while living in his house. Women as good as Haura should be abandoned even though her husband is very rich. That's what you can conclude seeing the appearance of Aaron is very expensive.

"Hopefully my daughter doesn't meet a man like you!" Closing the fence without allowing Aaron to enter first. "Wait here, I'll call!"

"Wait, mom!" Aaron prevents the hired mother from meeting Haura, the man is afraid that Haura will refuse her arrival.

"Can I find him myself? I promise it won't be long. I beg ...." Clenching his hands together, humbled himself to others only to meet Haura who was somehow inside his house.

The rented mother sighed, even though she still gave permission for Aaron to enter.

"Till 5pm!"

Aaron nodded enthusiastically, following the rented mother to a minimalist house that turned out to be quite far from the fence, even a little quiet without residents because it was at the back.

The man could not imagine how scary it would be if at night, especially Haura lived alone.

Aaron's steps stopped right in front of the door that read.

Accept order donut and banana roll.

"Sir Haura, someone wants to meet!" call the rented mother while knocking on the door, making Haura who was making doughnuts rise from her seat to hound the door.

"Is he really your husband, son?"

"City-mom." Nodding head.

"Then you stay, it's only 5pm!" The rented mother again reminded before leaving Haura and Aaron who were silent in their respective places.

Haura squeezed her reddened hands from the hot oil splash and it did not go unnoticed by Aaron who had been looking down at his wife.

Aaron stepped closer, about to grab Haura's hand but the woman took one step back while hiding her hand.

"Haura, your hand is hurt." Staring at Haura with a look of worry, especially when remembering the conversation with Ezra while in the car earlier.

Where Haura's condition is not okay. Anemia is not something that should be underestimated especially if you are pregnant.

"I'm fine, Mas Harun why are you here? Won't you be getting married soon?"

Aaron did not reply, the man just continued to look at Haura's pale face with a raging feeling.

"I miss my wife, is that wrong?"

"Go, don't give me any more hope."

"Is there anything wrong with a husband missing his wife?"

Haura shook her head in response, the woman's hands squeezing each other behind her body while leaning against the door leaf without letting Aaron in.

"When will Mas Aaron divorce me?"

"Maura!" Aaron's voice rose an octave, until Haura subconsciously raised her head. Their gazes were locked onto each other, as if they were exchanging wounds through the radiance of eyes that had been able to explain the pain that had both been dull due to misunderstanding.

Aaron is getting closer, without asking permission to immediately embrace the body that increasingly looks thin.

"Sorry, it's disappointing to you. I shouldn't have made you suffer like this. I'm not a good husband, but that doesn't mean that separation is the only way to solve our problems. An-our children ...." Aaron could not continue his sentence, only tears that continued to flow wet the hijab that Haura wore.