After the First Night
Chapter 26's

Don't ask me if being able to see you smile makes me more than happy.

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When the two women with one profession were talking about mystical things, someone came from behind startling the two.

"I'm here ..." she shrieked in a horror voice. The two screamed hysterically, making all the customers who were there surprised instead of playing. All eyes looked towards them.

The man who shocked the two women apologized to other visitors by holding both hands together in front of the chest.

"I'm sorry .." he said to all the disturbed visitors. The next second he was dealt a blow to the shoulder by Desy.

"Based on a banana tree, just ngagetin! Thankfully, my heart was not broken!" the woman held his chest. He looked at his friend.

"Daris! You are exactly a ghost. Come on suddenly and surprisingly!" Aisyah. The man laughed until his eyes narrowed. He managed to get his two best friends. Before sitting on one available empty chair, he wiped the corner of his watery eyes.

"The reason you two are talking is very serious. I don't know if I'm coming."

"Yes, the Ayesha. Nakut-nakutin I know not. Cook he said the ghost didn't accept the story I made a novel?!"

"It could be, anyway. Because you're not the same permission that the story belongs to." Monologue Haris leaned his body behind the chair. He looks very tired. The man loosened the tie neatly attached to the black shirt he was wearing.

"Cooking must be allowed to be the same as the ghost? How-how? If I had seen it anyway, I would have run away first." Desy thunches. His two best friends sometimes even make him dizzy with their analysis that does not make sense. In the modern era like this they still strongly believe in such mystical things.

"You can also share with him, how not to be disturbed by the ghosts in your story. It doesn't make sense, but it really is. I don't believe it, but everything really exists."

"Really, anyway. But actually we are not doing anything. Just raising the story of the mystery behind her death."

"Yes, if all of that comes back to you, do you want that sad romance story in people's publications? Made up story material or something. A sad love story, the age of almost three heads is still single because most are choosy." said Aisyah while laughing.

"Dih, so mean?! Getting married. Can mock me." Desy just chipped while Haris chuckled.

"Yes, the spirit of marriage can talk about singles. Tau the newlywed, but not in the love stamp also dong the husband." said Haris as he glanced at Aisyah. While the woman in the sneer just frowned because she did not understand.

"What do you mean, how about a stamp?" asked Aisyah confused.

"Yes in love cap, red-red in the neck. Keep fit to go to work, but do not use very napsu. Poor thing, the same husband arrived at the office ledekin gegara lipstick you stick on the lips Arzan." Ledek Haris smiling. Actually his heart was disappointed, he was jealous and felt uncomfortable when he said that.

"Eh, just wait. The lipstick? Since when did Aisyah wear lipstick sampe nempel on the lips Arzan? As far as I know, the color of Aisyah's lipstick is never red. At most nude colors, can nempel it?" chirped Desy in wonder. Desy's statement made Haris turn to the woman sitting in the chair next to him. Seeing his two best friends who gave curious gazes made Aisyah swallow a rough saliva. Actually his heart was screaming, what does that mean? A kiss? Since when? She and her husband had a fight this morning. Never kiss, want to kiss the back of her husband's hand just can't.

"Say, your relationship is fine, right?" todong Desy was suspicious. At the todong like that made Aisyah nervous. His two best friends looked at him with intimidating looks.

"W-what? Why are you two looking at me like that?" Both of them just fell silent while staring at Aisyah, waiting for an answer from the friend.

"Aisha, answer us honestly. Is your relationship okay? How was Arzan's attitude after knowing your past?"

Aisyah fell silent, looking at her two friends in confusion. His eyes implied a deep wound. Without Aisyah answering, both of them had already gotten answers to their own questions.