Wish It Was Cinderella

Yasmin agreed

Al came home from work like yesterday, somehow he now prefers at home? I always liked to go home late at night. Never came home so soon, even rarely saw his presence in the afternoon. I'm still doing my duties in the room, when will this end? Duh.

After changing clothes, Al approached me. He gave me a warm kiss on my cheek, still unmoved by his arrival. My job is too much unfinished, so I'm not interested in his deadly seduction. But it turns out Al does not like if I keep glued in front of the laptop. Many times he ruined my job by pressing the keyword button.

"Al, you're ruining my job!" I was upset to close the laptop, before everything was made even more ruined by it.

"Do you wear a hijab in your room?" Al asked about the hijab I was wearing when I received my guest, Brother Wildan.

"Indeed why? Don't you know I've been hijab?"

"I like you to be hijabed outside, but if it's in this room if you can let me see your hair. The hair that I always miss is fragrant" said Al helping to remove my hijab.

"So someone came to the house, his homeroom teacher Yasmin," I replied. As a wife I have to be honest and tell the truth if there are any guests today.

"Tumben, it's not usually homeroom. What's up, huh?" Al asked confused while continuing to tidy up my messy hair due to the recently opened hijab.

So it wasn't Al who invited her here? Then who? How can it be exactly Wildan who came to the house. I don't want to be prejudiced just yet, maybe Yasmin asked him to be her tutor.

"She said someone called her to be Yasmin's tutor, didn't you call her?" manya curious.

"Not, but good too. If he wants to teach Yasmin privately," Al replied suddenly, making me shocked to hear.

I can't believe I heard Al's answer, what if Wildan keeps coming to this house. Couldn't it be dangerous for me later, or would I just tell Al who he was in my past? Aaa... But later he thinks that no-no more.

"But he's Al's guy," I said, hoping Al would abandon his intentions.

"You can't possibly fall for Yasmin's teacher, right? Dear Laila, I believe in you as long as your heart is for me" replied Al in a sexy voice, kissing her forehead and holding me.

Deg, for a moment my heart stopped hearing Al's question. That's not it, you don't know who Wildan is. He was the first man I chose as a helper prince, because it was Brother Wildan that I could move to become the woman I am today. He has so much service to me.

"Do not think about anything else first, now focus on being able to get back Papa's treasure first," Al said when he saw that I was more silent.

"Well, she meant?" I honestly don't understand what he means.

"What if we do it again?" rayu Al then kissed me again but now moved to the lips and I re-create in her cradle.

Al is not giving up, is it? There is always a way to forget all the problems. When I haven't been able to solve one problem, why come up with a new one? Hopefully Yasmin doesn't want Wildan to be her private tutor.

Hi Al what if I put my heart back on Wildan? Are you not afraid of losing me? Honestly, right now I still have all the memories of Brother Wildan, but I will try to keep that trust of yours.

*****

In the dining room that night, I talked about the arrival of Brother Wildan to Yasmin. He was so happy that Brother Wildan would teach him.

"She's the prettiest teacher in my school, sister!" Yasmin's exclaim made me choke on hearing it.

"Uhukis... Uhuk... Uhuk..." My throat felt full of food, until Al gave me some water to drink.

"That means really handsome huh, your brother choked to hear it. Lucky she could see him today" Al told me.

"What the hell is Al, you jealous?" I avenge his accusation.

He did not answer, and went back seriously with his food. I knew she must be jealous, just not expressing her jealousy. Relax Al, I'll keep trying to maintain our relationship.

"I'd like to, sister, I'll tell Mr. Wildan at school." Yasmin was so excited.

Al did not answer Yasmin's will, maybe he was still thinking about Yasmin's words about the handsome teacher earlier.

After finishing eating, Al and Yasmin went straight into the room. Vina to date does not know where she is. Go home just to change clothes, and go again afterwards.

Finished helping Mbok Sum tidy up the dishes we had eaten earlier, I went straight into the room. I saw Al sitting with his laptop on the bed.

"Al, you still work? It's late, why not go on tomorrow?" I asked while opening my headscarf and hair pigtails.

Hearing my words he immediately closed his laptop. And told him to sleep next to her. These eyes felt heavy, until I finally fell asleep with Al's caress in my hair. Thank you my halal lover, for making me feel comfortable always.

*****

That night I heard something, like someone stepped in. But Who? A thief? I got up and ventured to peek first. It is unlikely to be a burglar, as this house and 11 other houses are kept 1x24-hour security by security guards at its entrance.

I opened the room door a little, and saw Vina who had just returned home. I lighted my room, just to know what time it is. It turned out that at 22:30, it was too late for this child to come home.

I wanted to wake Al up, but his sister was back that night, so there was no need for him to worry anymore. When I started turning off the room lights again. I heard footsteps coming back, and it's Vina coming back out. Whahuh? He's going out again? This kid can't be allowed I have to know where he's going.

I went to get my hijab and motorbike key, not forgetting to bring my phone and wallet too, just in case I have to call Al later. Vina came out of the house, it was not far from there she had been picked up by car. I get ready with the bike and the helmet is on, when they leave I can follow them from behind.

Just curious, where the hell does he want to go this night?