After the First Night
Chapter 57's

**Life is full of mysteries

Everything is not to be guessed

We can plan but God is decisive

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A gentle breeze stroked the face of the woman sitting pensively under the mango tree in front of the house. A week has passed since the death of my father. Aisyah was still grieving, her face was plain-looking with dark circles around her eyes. The woman's world is crumbling, often pensive and her life spirit lives a little. Today, Arzan and his half-brother are getting married. Alone, in this vast world. One by one the people he loved left him alone. Only his two best friends always accompanied Aisyah. Even Desy decided to stay overnight to be able to accompany his best friend. He did not want to leave Aisha alone, while Haris visited Aisha and Desy daily.

A black sports car stopped right in front of Aisyah's house. The woman did not realize, until a man came down to sneak up to Aisyah who was busy daydreaming.

"What is neng? how serious it looks like." scold the man who just came. That man is Haris. This week he always came and brought her favorite food.

"When did you come?" ask Aisyah without interest. He breathed a heavy sigh, then smiled bitterly.

"just now. You're too cool to daydream so you don't realize that this handsome man is coming." said Haris. He landed his body beside Aisha. Aisyah just laughed a little in response to the joke that Haris made. Usually the woman would protest even hitting Haris' arm, but now it feels very different. Not even responding with words. Aisyah who was usually cheerful, now looked grim.

"Yok Syah street." take Haris.

"Males," Aisha replied briefly.

"How are you in the monastery? Keep fish, chicken, cow or cassava cake. It keeps males." said Haris and as a result he got a sharp swing from the woman next to him.

"Where's the road?" ask Aisyah. It seems he is interested, after all, it has been one week he has not gone anywhere. Boredom began to approach him.

"Where aja. As long as I'm, I'm happy." Haris raised her eyebrows teasing Aisyah.

"Yes, let's go. Call Desy there first." said Aisyah.

"Mending us both. Desy don't take it."

"Can be in amukin ntar with him. Pity him too. These few days are always at home with me."

"Ishh .. yes-yes. I'm afraid in her amukin, too. Desy is serem kalo kalo mambukan." said Haris while laughing amusedly. Before long the man entered his best friend's house, looking for Desy's whereabouts. The woman in the car is busy cooking. Seeing his friend who was so serious, made Haris's soul rise. He again sneaked closer to the woman who was busy frying the fish.

Once close, Haris immediately surprised Desy until her hand was hit by hot oil. Desy screamed, feeling a tremendous pain on the back of her hand.

"Oh ..." the woman complained, looking at her hand that was hit by hot oil. Seeing her moaning best friend makes Haris feel guilty.

"Sorry Des. I'm sorry I didn't mean it." the man grabbed the wrist of the woman who was busy blowing on the burn that was inflicted with hot oil. Haris pulled Desy's arm, then doused her using cold water. After that he blew the area that was hit by the hot oil. Getting such a gentle and caring treatment made Desy's heart touched. His heart was beating faster than usual. He secretly smiled happily because of the treatment shown by Haris.

Aisyah who waited for a long time was impatient and she went into the kitchen to find her two best friends. How surprised he was when he saw the romantic scene in the kitchen. He smiled from a distance, not intending to disturb the romantic atmosphere created.

"Awaited outside, he knew romance again. Hopefully they can be and last." he murmured while smiling. He knows Desy's feelings for Haris. So he chose to undo his intention to approach Desy and Haris.