Who You Choose, My Husband

2. Who you chose my husband

Fathering..

When are you going home?

Why did you leave me with mom?

In fact, you know everything.

In fact, you are the only place I take refuge.

Fathering..

In the end, I let go and tried sincerely.

Maybe this is karma for my mistakes. 

Fathering..

I miss.

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That afternoon, the Prasetya family gathered in the back garden. Arsy smiles to see the nieces of her husband's family are chasing. She also saw her husband talking to his cousins.

The long breath sounded. After lunch, Arsy's mother-in-law and mother-in-law did not reveal her nose. He doesn't know where they went.

His eyes were closed remembering his conversation with Haris last night and today they were invited to eat together. He also felt that his mother-in-law and mother looked friendly to him. Did her husband tell her that he had given her permission to remarry?

Arsy's eyes were fixed on several people walking towards the back garden where he was currently. His smile broke when his mother brought a girl he knew. 

Arsy approached. "Laila," she kindly hugged her schoolmate first. More correctly, Laila was her upperclassman when High School and they split up because Laila had to study out of town. 

"God, Arsy. You're more beautiful" said Laila, hugging Arsy. 

Arsy smiled and returned Laila's embrace. After the embrace, Rahma's mother invites them to gather in the gazebo. Tumben once, but Arsy remained silent and grateful finally the attitude of Rahma's mother returned as early as he became a daughter-in-law in the Prasetya family.

Rahma's mother and Sandra's mother looked enthusiastic which made Arsy amazed. Even more confused when Rahma's mother approached him. 

"Arsh. Haris said, You gave permission to remarry, right?" Ask her husband's mother.

Arsy smiled bitterly at the question from his mother-in-law. Which woman is willing to share her love? Which wife will give her husband permission to marry again?

No. gabe. Arsy did not let Haris marry again. But he had to do it for the sake of happiness.

Of happiness? 

That one word only applies to them, not to Arsy.

"Mama already has a future wife for Haris" Rahma's mother said.

Like being hit by a stone when you hear the words spoken from the mouth of Rahma's mother. Arsy just silently held the clear circle so as not to flow soaked his cheek. He did not expect them to have the heart and did not think about his feelings at all.

"Who is that man, ma?" Tanya Arsy stammered feeling very sick in his heart.

Rahma's mother did not answer. He looked at Laila and Sandra's mother was telling him a story, and sometimes one of them laughed. Arsy's forehead shriveled at the sight. 

The corner of his heart was pinched to see the familiarity they never got when he was with Sandra's mother. The inner lower lip was bitten by Arsy as an impingement of his pain. I don't know why the fear in his heart came true.

"California. She's the girl you chose as Haris' wife" Rahma's mother said heartlessly.

"Better, right? You already know each other, it would be fun to serve Haris simultaneously. Surely you will continue to get along," not Rahma's mother who gave the answer but Sandra's mother, Arsy's own mother.

Arsy lowered his head, closing his eyes holding back the anger and sadness that had befallen him. Why are they so easy to say that? Why does no one think of his heart?

"Mama chose Laila because she's just like you, Arsy. She is beautiful and beautiful just like you," said Rahma's mother.

Arsy himself just kept quiet and let Sandra's mother hold her hand as if justifying Rahma's mother's words. 

A few seconds later. Arsy moved when he saw Haris arrive. She welcomed her husband back to work. Kiss the back of Haris' hand and he will get a kiss on the tip of his head wrapped in the syar'i hijab.

Looky. How did Arsy not fall deeply in love with Haris? While Haris's treatment was very gentle on her. Haris never hurt her heart.

"Sorry, I picked you up. We're going home now?" Haris asked gently and Arsy shook his head in response. It succeeded in making Haris amazed. 

"We'll go in for a second, yuk. There's something we need to talk about inside." Arsy invites Haris into Rahma's mother's house to the family room. In the room was Rahma's mother, Sandra's mother, and Laila.

Arsy stops the steps when Haris stops stepping. She followed her husband's gaze with Laila's eyes. 

Of jealousy?

Sure oes. Just looking at each other makes Arsy jealous. Moreover, having to share everything about Haris to Laila.

"Mas," said Arsy could not stand it but still his soft voice always adorned.

Haris seems misbehaved by Arsy. He didn't expect it to be like this. "Yes." Yeah." He follows Arsy sitting on the sofa opposite Rahma's mother.

Once again Arsy prayed and convinced the heart to always be sincere about the destiny given by the Most Everything. 

"California. You already know your purpose to be invited to Mama Rahma's house?" Ask Arsy and get a sleigh from Laila.

It does. Laila has known Rahma's mother and Sandra's mother for a long time. Laila just finished graduation last Sunday and Rahma's mother immediately called and came to her place. Also this afternoon, Laila was picked up directly by the car belonging to Rahma's mother.

"Mama chose you as the young wife of my husband, Laila." Be ill. Arsy's heart really hurt saying that phrase.

"Arsy," said Haris in surprise. The man's gaze turned to look at Rahma's mother. 

Arsy tilted his body to face Haris. She put a beautiful smile there. "Mama's word. The reason for choosing Laila to be your wife is because she looks like me. Beautiful and beautiful. Keep saying mom, it will be exciting if Laila becomes Arsy's honey. We will serve the mas together with joy," Arsy's chest is really tight faced with this all. 

Haris just kept quiet to hear Arsy talk like that just now. He knew Arsy, in front of him now was Arsy who was holding back tears.

Arsy took a deep breath. Then his gaze turned to look at Laila who seemed silent. 

"Laila," called Arsy very gently making the girl named Laila look at him.

"You remember. Mas Haris is a man I have admired for a long time. I'm so happy that we were betrothed" Arsy told Laila.

Laila smiled and nodded. Seeing that made Arsen smile too.

"You remember not. In a few days I married Mas Haris. I told you that I doubt married Mam Haris for fear of not being able to be the perfect wife for Mas Haris. But you convinced my heart to continue the marriage," the clear-cut melts finally escaped and soaked her cheeks but she quickly wiped them.

I don't know what Laila's gaze means. Arsy doesn't understand.

"I still remember very much" that's what Laila said.

Arsy smile. "California. Will you be my husband's wife?"