After the First Night
Chapter 11's

"Longs are not created by distance,

because he is already in your heart.

You're in a very close distance, but you purposely created a wall so high that we're more distant."

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Arzan went down the stairs and prepared for the office, his clothes neat with a black suit draped over his right arm while in his left hand he tipped his briefcase. Seeing that her husband was ready, Aisyah who was originally preparing food immediately greeted the man. Setting a sweet smile in such a way, with a heart that was forced by the wound she grabbed her husband's briefcase and suit so that the man could have breakfast first.

"Mas, breakfast is yuk. Aisha cooked for breakfast. Here's the same bag as the suit," Instead of giving what his wife asked for, Arzan dodged instead.

"I had breakfast at the office, anyway,"

Aisyah did not want to rush into bad thoughts, she tried to maintain her almost faded smile.

"Breakfast at home for a minute, mas. I've cooked Mas's favorite seafood fried rice." he said once again. Trying to persuade the husband who looks starting to care.

"Didn't you hear? I want breakfast at the office. Just finish the fried rice, I'm not tasteful." ketus the man so that makes Aisyah jerked. The smile finally faded as well, he could no longer maintain it because his heart was not strong enough to get such an offensive response.

"Brought with you, huh mas? Let Aisyah be ready to stock up." The woman rushed to pick up a supply for her husband, but Arzan quickly refused.

"No need! You think I'm the kind of kid TK wears with all the supplies? I'm late!" snapped Arzan. The woman with the unraveled hair closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were scrambling to get out. Finally Aisyah could only be speechless, seeing the departure of her husband who was completely unwilling to see her. Until the man almost disappeared, his half-brother came in a hurry.

"Sister, where's brother Arzan?" ask the girl.

"Just gone" he answered with great difficulty because his voice was stuck in his throat. The defense of the tear bulb as if it continued to break down, wanting to spill immediately represented his shattered feelings.

"Yeah ... Dita wants to be together. Try to chase after me, who knows not to leave" he said without caring about Aisyah's face that looks moody. He ran towards the exit and shouted to Arzan who was about to get into the car.

"Sister Arzan! Together yes, to the campus." his screams were still heard by Aisyah. No word from Arzan, and the next few seconds only the sound of a car leaving the courtyard of the house. Simultaneously, the collapsing was already the defense that he had built. With a rush of tears came down the face, sobbing in silence. Crying without a sound is very painful and tight. She squeezed her chest tightly, staring at the plate of fried rice studded with shrimp and squid her husband's favorite. Usually, the man will be very enthusiastic when eating his favorite fried rice made by Aisyah. Even when dating, Arzan did not hesitate to bring seafood fried rice to the office. And now, when they are legally married, the opportunity is lost instantly. Should be proud Arzan carrying supplies made by the wife, just like before when still dating. But things have been different now, everything has changed after the first night.

Aisyah brushed with rough tears that did not want to stop since earlier.

"Why is it so good? What did you expect? You should realize, you are not pantes for anyone. Especially for Mas Arzan who incidentally is a good man. Why was my dream so beautiful yesterday? Because in the end it remains a nightmare that I get." she said with a slice. He looked at the exit hopefully. I wish her husband would come back and apologize. Asking to bring provisions cooked full of love by him. But until half an hour he stood there, hope was only hope. No one went through that door, no one walked towards him. No one asked for supplies from him. He was back, regretting what had happened in the past. He cursed himself for what he had done.

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"So, how come you saw Aisyah's moody face? Then brother, why not have breakfast first? You guys are fighting, aren't you?" asked the girl while looking at the man next to her enthusiastically. Arzan only smiled faintly without taking his eyes off the road.

"No, my brother is in a hurry. So no time for breakfast at home." he lied.

"Oh, that. Kirain's brother and Aisyah's sister were fighting." a disappointed look rose in her heart. He hopes that the new Bride relationship is not okay. Arzan glanced at the girl beside him for a moment.

"Why don't you have breakfast?" ask Arzan.

"No taste ah. Breakfast at the college,"

Arzan just oozed without a sound while nodding.

"Eh but yes, brother Arzan is great."

The man frowned, not understanding what his sister-in-law said.

"meaning?"

"Yes big brother because I want Nerima past brother Aisyah."

"Past time? What past?"

"Yes the bad past. Aisha is not a virgin anymore. Brother cool because I want Nerima Kak Aisyah. Though yes, Aisyah's sister is very recalcitrant in high school even until college. She rarely came home," Arzan simply listened by trying to suppress the sudden outburst of emotions.

"When you don't go home, where do you go?"

"Emang Kak Aisyah does not tell?"

Arzan shook his head slowly without looking.

"Where the hell does he want to tell. Must be ashamed to be caught. Aisyah's sister rarely goes home, she often nginep at her friend's house. Sometimes also often nginep at the hotel or in rented girlfriend. Anyway, the life of Kak Aisyah during college is very free. To the point of hypertension kumat gegara father he. Even Dad almost died because brother was caught collecting kebo with his girlfriend. Mana often won't change girlfriends anyway." he said as he glanced towards the man who was next to him. Arzan gripped the steering wheel firmly, until his knuckles looked white. He grits his teeth firmly. Anger and disgust dominated, making him want to go berserk and vent everything on Aisha. The hatred is growing more fertile every day. He felt deceived by the outward appearance of the woman. She thought Aisha was different, but she was a hypocritical broken woman. Pretend to be a good woman in order to get a good man like him. Without Arzan noticing, a sly smile was created on the lips of the girl sitting next to him.