Wish It Was Cinderella

So Honey moon

My Cinderella story didn't end happily when I got married, there was a problem that came to my little family. I've been here 4 days, an apartment I rented for a cheap price overnight. I don't know when Al's gonna come looking for me, or does he not love me anymore?

Y'all know? I didn't use any of the money Al gave me, before leaving yesterday I stopped by Om Haris Office. Of course I was honest with him if I was pregnant at this time, which I don't know has been a few weeks the little fetus is in my stomach. Because since the test using the testpack at that time, I had never come to the doctor to check it.

I was desperate to borrow Om Haris money at that time with a note to be replaced immediately when Papa's treasure moved to my hand. Haris laughed at my words, saying whenever I needed help I should come to him. Why didn't I do it before? Ah, stupid of this self.

That afternoon I could only sit on the balcony of the apartment. Days go on like empty, no Al always teases me. There was no embrace of Al before bed that always made me comfortable. And it turns out I miss him so much.

Actually I don't intend to leave the house if yesterday's problem we can talk about carefully. Previously Al used to go and go home drunk, as a husband he should be able to give me a good example.

Being drunk is something I hate the most. How can he love me properly, if every problem Al always go and get drunk later? Maybe if I leave him he can think that what he's doing isn't right.

What if Al doesn't look for me? What am I supposed to do? Can I live without Al forever?

Since that incident, I have not stopped crying. Maybe it will interfere with the psychic of my fetus also later, so every day I always invite him to talk. Maybe my baby-to-be doesn't understand, but I'm sure she can feel my grief.

Geck... Geck.. Geck... The sound of a knock from outside the bedroom door made my daydream stop. Who yeah? There were guests in the apartment that no one knew where I was. While wiping away the tears, I put on my hijab and walked towards the door.

"Who?" Askaqua.

"Room service" answered the voice of an unknown man from outside the door.

I don't think I ordered Room Service or anything. Maybe he got the wrong room, I opened the door a little bit. The man was in uniform but he was wearing a hat. I didn't notice her face covered in a hat.

"Sorry maybe the wrong room, I didn't order anything" I replied with the face I had bowed.

Intended to close the room door again, but was held by the man. How brazen he was, finally me and him pushing each other door. I don't want any man to come into my room.

"Don't be rude, I already have a husband!" my hardik is upset that he's still trying to close the door.

"And I'm her husband." The man opened his hat, and it turned out he was Al.

The face of Al I had always missed was now in front of me and looking for me. He managed to find his wife, with little info at his disposal. It turns out he really loves me. Tears can no longer hold. Not wanting to be seen Al, I turned around.

Al came in and hugged me from behind. I couldn't help but embrace her, because I needed her too.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Al kept saying that.

This mouth was too stiff to answer, I could only fall silent and cry. Al turned my body.

"Don't leave me Laila, I'll die without you" said Al holding me back, and I didn't think he was crying.

"I feel the same way, Al, I can't be far from you either." Finally, the tongue can also speak.

Al kisses my lips, I miss moments like this Al. She took off the hijab I was wearing and let go of all the longing that we held for quite a long time. Surprisingly at that time I did not feel nauseous, could it be that my son also missed his Papa?

*****

After letting go of our longing, I tried to talk to Al.

Al hugged me from behind grew tighter, as if he would not let me away from him.

"Dear I believe, I know all about you and him. After you left he came back, I punched him once. But apologized afterwards," explained Al from behind my back.

"You're bad, he's sorry." I hit Al's hand.

"You're thinking of him? Tell him who he's declaring love to someone's wife?" Al a little unacceptable.

"It's not Al, he's a lot of service to me. If there wasn't Brother Wildan, maybe I would have died killing myself. He's the one who strengthened me, you should at least remember that."

"Yes, I know I've been looking everywhere for info. And you know who sent him home?" Al's question got me curious.

"Who?"

"Momy told him to. He knows if who the fuck, I'm lazy to say his name can't forget you. Even until now he is not married, because it is still waiting for you," explained Al.

"It's only natural that she's not married, she's only 25. You just got married at 28, right?" my thoughts to Al.

"You're thinking he's going on" Al tickled my waist.

"It looks like Momy did want us to split up, Al. I'm afraid, Momy is now more not using her common sense. How would she react if she knew I was pregnant now?" I was so goosebumps hearing Momy was the brain behind all this.

"I've come and threatened your Momy, so that she doesn't bother us anymore, and she seems to have a heart attack when I say you're pregnant" Al replied with a happy smile, apparently, he has done a lot since I left.

"How come you laugh so good?"

"He's happy, he's the culprit. Worth it for her if doom comes to her." Al still told me how Mommy reacted after knowing I was pregnant.

"When do we plan to go home?" I asked because I miss home, I miss Yasmin and Vina.

"Later, I still miss you. Tomorrow or two more days, or another week is also okay," replied Al lazing.

"It's gonna pay, you think I'm here for free?"

"This is my apartment, I want another year is okay" replied Al calmly.

It was only fitting that he could find me so easily, it turned out that I was wrong to look for an apartment. How did my money get in? I lost money I paid.

"Give me back the money that went in to pay for this apartment" my protest was loud.

"I don't hold it, the money goes directly into the company's money. Your debt to Om Haris has also been paid," explained Al to know my debt to Om Haris.

Oh my God, you are understanding. I didn't think you loved me so much that way. If I hadn't hit your car then I might still be alive under the torment of Momy and Sila.

My nausea is coming back, I think this kid is gonna look like his Papa. Because every near Al, I was so nauseous and I felt tormented.