Who You Choose, My Husband

9. Who You Choose My Husband

"Mothers. I've made a mistake. My love for Haris made Arsy hurt" Laila told her mother. Laila was crying in the room with her mother.

"You don't feel sad, yeah. Your child will be sad too. Arsy just needs time" said a woman called Laila 'mother'.

Laila looked at her mother with eyes that were already wet from her crying. Laila knew Arsy for a long time. He remembered, a few years ago he approached Arsy after knowing something.

"Why is this so, Mom? Why is our love so complicated? I shouldn't have accepted this marriage, I've hurt Arsy."

"You're not wrong, son. Didn't Arsy also offer you this wedding?"

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Arsy comes home at night. He came home late to have dinner together. He did it because he did not want the charade that everyone did in front of him.

When he entered the room, he saw Haris struggling with his laptop. He immediately entered the bathroom after greeting without kissing the back of Haris' hand.

Inside the bathroom, Arsy was thinking about the incident a moment ago.

After finishing business from the Textile Factory, Arsy stopped by the city park. Incidentally, he chose to sit on a park bench that was less than the light of the lights at the place.

Without thinking for a long time, Arsy again cried out the sadness he felt. However, his cries stopped when the baritone voice shocked him.

"Whispering!!!" The touch of a man who was lying on a park bench just behind the bench he was sitting on.

Of course Arsy jumped in shock. When he looked back, it turned out that the man also did the same thing so they both jumped in shock until the sitting position shifted backwards.

"Are your breaths not crowded, crying with a closed appearance all this?"

"God.. What would be interesting if only your eyes were visible? You weird woman."

Arsy glared at every sentence that came out of the man's mouth. "Crazy people!" Cicit Arsy then moved from the park bench.

Along the way, Arsy apologized for lashing out at others.

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"Arsy," called Haris quietly after Arsy finished bathing and changed clothes.

Arsy sighed for a moment then sat down before Haris. "What's up, mas?"

"You still angry?" Tanya Haris increasingly makes Arsy not to discuss.

"I just want to be firm and fair. I know, your love for Laila. But I'm a woman too, man. I was first present in your life. I was your wife first. Please, I'm not the only one hurt. Why do you always treat me like I'm the criminal who separated you and Laila. Though, it was Laila who came and separated us."

Arsy wants to nail himself for not being able to hold back the cry before Haris. He always looked weak in front of this man he loved so much.

"I also know that being pregnant wants to be close to the husband. But that doesn't mean I don't want to get pregnant and don't need you. I need you. But, if you think I'm a barrier. Please divorce me, mas. You know the address of the religious court where. You have registered your second marriage with Laila" as powerful as Arsy can say without saying that.

Haris was at Arsy's feet. "Don't go."