After the First Night
Chapter 47's

Foreign flavors began to slip

Slowly creeping into the darkened heart space

Wail, come expectantly

Melting disappointed that makes the heat

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Aisyah stared out the car window, staring at the dark sky as dark as her heart at this moment. The woman was busy with all her thoughts that filled the contents of the head. Haris who was driving also occasionally looked towards the woman sitting next to him. She wanted to talk to her best friend, but her little heart hesitated to open the conversation. The woman had just passed through a storm that ravaged her heart and life. How could he quickly forget the thing that could have caused such a deep trauma to his best friend.

"Go home or go to the hospital?"Haris was forced to ask Aisyah because in front was the way to determine whether she should turn or continue.

"To the hospital." replied Aisyah briefly without interest. The woman did not turn her head in the slightest, making the heart of the man driving was not calm. The man then turned to the hospital where Aisyah's father was treated.

"Aren't you going to eat first?"

Aisyah nodded slowly. There is no hunger or appetite. His heart felt very empty with a gaping wound. Haris scratched his head which suddenly felt itchy. He occasionally looked at his friend who was still faithful looking out, it seemed like the scenery outside was very interesting compared to his side.

"Let's see what? I think it's too attractive to see the handsome guy next to you." Kelakar Haris's. He could not ignore the woman beside him. Aisyah turned her head, releasing her gaze from outside for a moment. Staring at his best friend who was trying to hold back a smile.

"Nothing is interesting" Aisyah replied briefly.

"Then ... Why do you always look out?"

"Yes, I want to." she replied. Haris tries to rack his brain to be able to entertain the woman he liked for a long time. His heart did not calm down to see the woman grieving.

"Udah, lupain. There are still many handsome and well-established men who will be behind. You're so pretty, so many would love to."

Aisyah smiled bitterly, now she turned to the man behind the steering wheel.

"Will you grab a shotgun? Pake ngantri all." chapped Aisyah while shaking her head slowly.

"He is different. If this is a really pretty shot. More than this potty's mah."

"There-there are you. It's not that easy anyway. It won't be the same."

"Well, you're both guys."

"It's different."

"What makes it different?"

"Love,"

"Still in love with a guy like that. There's no good of him. Still in the wild and in the proud." Haris grumbling.

"You don't know what the real definition of love is."

"What indeed?"

Aisha shrugged her shoulders up.

"Oh, I'm also confused" he said, which made Haris upset to want to pinch the woman with anxiety.

"Yes my. Dragon jesus! You're weird!"

Aisyah just laughed a little in between her sadness. Even so, it has made Haris relieved. At least it can make the woman forget her sadness even for a moment.

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Arzan entered the room with a heart full of anger. Both of his hands clenched tightly, his fingernails piercing into the palms. The man slammed the door hard after which he locked the door tightly and immediately headed for the mirror next to the bed. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at his face that had light again. The next second the man hit him until the mirror shattered. No more how hurt the injured hand is. Because his heart hurts more than that. Seeing Aisyah go with Haris made her jealous and burned. He does not accept! He feels defeated. Once half-dead he pursued Aisyah's love, but when the woman had become his wife even now the woman just released from her arms.

This is also his own fault, if only he was more patient and willing to accept the wife as is possible this household catastrophe will not happen. If only he had not been tempted by the seduction of his stepbrother, it was possible that this household tempest would not have befallen them.

"Why do you have to go, Ayesha? Why did you leave me?" it was full of pain. I don't know how many tears have fallen, I don't know how many hearts have been hurt. But all of that can't change the situation. Aisha had left the house, and Dita was pregnant with her child. Everything has been destroyed unceremoniously. Only an empty heart full of wounds remains. Endless emptiness and sadness. Which only leads him into a pit of regret.

Gts ... Hc .. tok ....

There was the sound of the room door being knocked from the outside. Arzan tried to ignore Dita's voice calling out to him.

"Sister, brother why? Brother is fine, right?" there is no lawfulness. Arzan was just busy with his heart and heart.

"Sister, open the door! Let Dita in. Why did you have to lock the door anyway? Have we not slept together all this time? Especially now that Aisyah's sister doesn't exist. We can sleep together in the room, brother." said Dita from the outside so that makes Arzan very sick. A seed of hatred began to grow in his heart. It made her not want to see or hear the voice of the woman who had ruined her marriage.

"Go from here!" snarled Arzan firmly. Dita held onto her chest which surprised her because of the man's clash. But she quickly gained control, trying to stay gentle with her future husband.

"Sister, don't be like this. Let me come in and accompany brother. I'm so worried." Dita did not give up, she continued to try to persuade her sister-in-law.

"Go from here right now!" Arzan has returned to expel his sister-in-law.

"Sister, please don't do this. Come on, open the door! Dita wants in,"

"Go to you ******! Don't bother me anymore!" snarled Arzan firmly. Hearing what Arzan said made Dita's heart ache. He did not expect that Arzan would say such a painful thing.

"Son, why do you have to say that so much?" his eyes had dewy, ready to shed tears.

"Go se-ka-rang ju-ga!"yelled Arzan once more. He really could not think clearly, he only wanted Aisyah to accompany him. She doesn't need Dita or anyone. Dita was forced to leave with a badly wounded heart. He was not treated badly by Arzan. While carrying a wound to the chest, he secretly returned to making plans that would make Arzan again subdued in his arms. He will not remain silent if treated unkindly.

"You must come back to me, brother. Just look at it later!" he walked towards his room.