After the First Night
Chapter 48's

the lightness of the taste is getting away, making the heart feel more empty

Unsurprisingly lonely

Silence is gnawing, melting because the heart feels dead

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Aisyah and Haris entered the hospital building, walking hand in hand towards Aisyah's father's ward. The woman regretted her mother's attitude as if she did not care about her husband. Yesterday afternoon her stepmother just looked like a stranger. After a few minutes of seeing her husband's condition, she went out and looked for food until nightfall the woman who was the wife of the father was not there. Aisyah and Haris walked down the long hospital corridor. Until he reached the nursery of the father, Aisyah invited Haris to enter.

"Assalamualaikum, sir. How are you doing now, Father?" greet Aisyah with a cheerful tone. He did not want to look sad and sad in front of his father. The woman took the chair in the corner of the room, she sat on the chair while Haris had to stand next to the hospital bed.

Aisyah's father smiled, looking at the two people who had come in turn.

"Waalaikumsalam, good father. Even very well. Maybe tomorrow we can go home." replied the middle-aged man. Although he felt better, but his body still felt very weak.

"Mr don't go home soon. You must be completely healed, you can go home."

"Ah, look at this boy. He always prevents me from coming home and forces me to sleep here. Is it possible that he fell in love with the doctor here?" Dad's joking.

"If you don't want a doctor, what about Nak Haris? I'm sure Nak Haris is a prolific man." the father glanced at the man standing next to his bed. Being told like that made Haris misbehave. The man tried to be fine and covered his nervousness in front of Aisyah and her father.

"Where would Aisyah be with me, sir? If Aisyah wants to, we have been married for a long time." said Haris while laughing awkwardly. Hearing that, Aisyah chimed in.

"Until anytime we will not be a couple of lovers or a couple of husband and wife! Friends are still friends, they are not love!" he said with a small laugh.

"It can be, Ayesha. Why not?" His father smiled at his son.

"Aisyah thinks Haris is just a friend, sir. It will forever be. Aisyah does not want to ruin our friendship with love that will ruin everything." said the blue woman seriously. He never had more feelings for the man. Haris secretly had to swallow the disappointment present sneaking into his heart. He felt disappointed and again heartbroken after hearing the statement that came out of the lips of the beautiful woman in front of him.

Trying to smile awkwardly and forced so as not to further mess up the atmosphere.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Haris. You can't force Aisyah to give you a chance." whispered to Haris who was immediately greeted with laughter by the man.

"Haha ... This father is just there. How could Aisyah want to be with me, sir? I don't fit the criteria for her future husband."

"What the hell are you guys? Why talk about the no? Don't even think of a husband, it even feels like I'm traumatized to have a husband." she explained. The sadness that was forgotten a few minutes ago is now back in memory. Approaching, ripping hearts and minds brutally. Tightening and making the heart seem to stop because of the pain that continues to urge makes the woman want to cry to hold tightness.

"Eh, don't be. Not all men are the same. You must find your true love. Who can take care of you when you are not there. Don't be quick to claim that you are traumatized. That's not good" the father's advice made Aisyah want to cry. She is very hopeful for her marriage with Arzan. But fate seems not to side with him, forcibly withdrawing the love that should be happy. Happiness changes quickly. Love turns to hate and tears. Haris looked at the woman whose eyes were back in water. It was really painful to see Aisha hurt like a mother. It felt like he went back to Arzan's house and beat the man to pieces.