Alin and Hazar
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Mama Rosa frowned as she got out of the car. No one was standing guard in front of the main house. Lonely and silent, no matter where everyone went.

Mama Rosa pushed the door, but it couldn't open. “Locked?” muttered. He wanted to knock on the door, but...

“Mrs!”

Mama Rosa was shocked. Aunt Yona appeared from the side of the house, with an anxious look on her face.

“Aibi! What's up?” now Mama Rosa's face was no less anxious than Aunt Yona's. “Where is the home key? Alin! Where is Alin? Is she okay?” Mama Rosa immediately hunted Aunt Yona with a series of questions.

“Anu... Madame. Miss Alin is fine.”

Mama Rosa stared one by one at the faces of the police officers standing behind Aunt Yona. For some reason, everyone's facial features look the same in Mama Rosa's eyes. “Then, why? Here, why should the door be locked all?” Mama Rosa looked back at Aunt Yona.

“Mr Hazar locked it from the inside, Madam.”

Mama Rosa clucked in annoyance. He broke through the crowd of police officers, with wide steps towards the side door of the house.

“Mrs!” Aunt Yona is chasing after Mama Rosa's steps. “We'd better wait in front only, Madam.” Aunt Yona's face is getting piqued.

“Whatever why, Aunty?” Mama Rosa finally stopped her steps.

***

“Alin! Alin!” hazar's plan called out Alin's name, for the woman on him was no longer moving. The heat activity that was fishing for adrenaline had stopped before reaching the top, leaving a feeling of heat throughout his body.

Shortly thereafter, a soft snoring sound was heard. Hazar slightly lowered his gaze. Alin's head, that's all his eyes can reach. The head was already attached, sleeping soundly on his open chest.

Hazar let out a long sigh, which sounded like ******delusion. He was like being played by Alin, how could the woman sleep at will after making it hot cold like this.

They were still lying on the floor, with nothing to spare. The buttons on Hazar's shirt are all open.

Hazar moves Alin into the room. After laying down and enveloping Alin, then he could button his shirt. Hazar looked around, he missed this room, this bed, and this scent.

Hazar leaves a kiss on Alin's lips, before he moves on to miss his room. He stepped towards the balcony. Opening the glass door while inhaling the refreshing aroma of the garden. And...

How surprised he was when he found Mama Rosa on a park bench, sitting across from her, staring intently at her.

*

“Very shameless!”

“Who? Me?” Hazar grinned triumphantly.

“Iya, you. Who else.” Mama Rosa looked resentfully at Hazar. Throwing an iPad into Hazar's lap. “Is your healthy brain no longer working? How dare you show m*s*m video to Mama.” Mama Rosa is increasingly upset to see the look on Hazar's annoying face now. Since the first time, the debate between them always won Hazar. The kunyuk boy was really stupefied and shameless.

“Mama herself asked for proof, and did not want to believe my words.” Answer Hazar lightly.

Yes, from the beginning, Mama Rosa always blamed Hazar. Accusing Hazar of doing nothing to Alin. Until Mama Rosa threatens to complain about Hazar to Papa Haris. Be it, Hazar showed him CCTV footage, to prove his innocence.

“Thanks, Mama!” said Hazar, when Mama Rosa stood up.

Mama Rosa's steps stopped, she turned to look at Hazar. Now there was no more look of arrogance on his son's face.

“I don't know... what will my household be, if there is no Mama.” Hazar stared into his mother's eyes. She knew that her mother had smiled with watery eyes. “I'm sorry, until now, I could only trouble Mama,” Hazar stood up, walked over to her mother.

Mama Rosa was stunned, looking at Hazar's sad face. The soft sound managed to make both his eyeballs heat up, until his tears fell unstoppable. Hazar stretched out both hands and clasped his body tightly. His crying became more, it felt that for too long he had not held his favorite son. A sense of blue haru enveloped the recesses of his heart. Will this happiness last long?

Mama Rosa replied to Hazar's hand. This was the other side of the son he had never known.

“I'm sorry, because I used to blame Mama for the departure of Alin.” Hazar spoke again.

“No!” Mama Rosa shook her head. “It was wrong Mama.”

“Mama is innocent, again.” Hazar let go of his arms, wiping away the tears of his mother. Lips smile. “Mama has already redeemed it by sending Mala here.”

Mama Rosa still shook her head in her cries. The mistakes he made before, will not be easily forgiven. He himself saw how devastated and angry Hazar was. Because of her mistake, Alin fled the house, almost raped by village thugs.

Hazar rubbed his mother's tears again. “Alin became angry and jealous thinking Mala was my bastard woman. Look at it for yourself, your plan worked. Alin did not ask for divorce, he even expressed his feelings for me.”

“What else are you worried about? Everything will be fine, now.” Hazar hugged his mother. “Mommy's grandson and daughter-in-law, will stay here. Stay with us, forever.”

*

Alin blinked his eyes that felt thick and sticky, staring around. Dark, there was only one candle that became the light of his room.

Alin sat on the side of the bed, with both of his legs dangling onto the floor. His eyes closed again, he took a deep breath. His head feels a little dizzy.

Alin's eyes narrowed, seeing the number of candles neatly arranged on the floor. Unconsciously his legs even lead him to follow the rows of candles. His curiosity had quenched his thirst, until he stepped into the kitchen.

Alin continued to follow the rows of candles, to bring him to a door of the room. Alin's steps stopped, he seemed hesitant to continue his steps. It's still on the second floor of Hazar's house. But the feeling he had never entered the room, and he also did not know what room it was.

Suddenly, Alin's face changed. Was Sister Hazar with the woman yesterday inside?

Slowly Alin turned around, stepping away from the door. However, only five steps away, with a quick movement he turned back, stepped with his broad steps, and pushed the door of the room roughly.

Tears that had been pooled, spilled without Alin knowing. He breathed a sigh of relief. Because there's no one in the room. Even though there were no lights or candles illuminating, the room was still bright. Because there is a reflection of light from a mini projector that seems to be intentional life.

Alin stepped in, getting closer to staring at the image reflected on the wall. His forehead was wrinkled, this image felt familiar. Grandpa Setyo's house! Yes, this is Grandpa Setyo's back door.

Alin jumped in shock, almost shouting. Fortunately his brain worked fast, he immediately knew who the owner of the arm that was now coiled in his stomach. This masculine scent is very soothing. His body warmed up to Hazar from behind.

Alin looked back, but Hazar stopped him. “Look ahead,” Hazar again turned Alin's head to look forward. “You know, it's a picture, what?” Hazar hugged Alin from behind.

Alin nodded. “Home Grandpa,” answers plain.

Alin's body was getting creepy, because Hazar's breath hit the skin of his neck open, accompanied by the stronger Hazar's hold on his body.

“What are you, do not remember there was a beautiful moment that happened there,” whispered Hazar in Alin's ear.

Alin immediately shook his head. Idah moment? The house was hell for him. There was never a good moment there.

“Do you not remember, there you were once saved by a man?”

Alin did not answer right away. He seems to be thinking. A few seconds later, he returned to his feet. “I don't remember.” The answer.

“There, is where we first met.” Hazar explained immediately. Only he seems to remember that time.

Alin's forehead shriveled. “Not it, in the hospital?” As Alin recalled, the first time they met was when he was hospitalized. At that time Hazar came with Mama Rosa and Papa Adi. At that moment, they just met each other.

“Not,” Hazar slightly lowered his chin to Alin's shoulder. “At that time, wednesday date..” Hazar mentions the date, month and year of the incident. “You go home by climbing the fence, the road settles until it hits my body_”

“Ah! I remember!” alin answered, cutting off Hazar's story. “What is it, Brother?”

“Hmmm..”

“Really? The boy did not look at all like Big Brother.” Alin looked at the picture reflected on the wall, he was like reminiscing about the events of that day. The day he was almost caught running away by his papa, and lucky he was saved by someone.

“Not similar, what?”

Alin shook his head, he already remembered the events of that day. But he did not remember the face of the man who saved him. And never thought that this man was Hazar, her husband.

“After that day, still in the same month we have met twice..” Hazar continues his story.

Alin was stunned, in disbelief. Hazar tells him all the details of the story, with nothing to miss. Starting from Hazar to introduce his photo to Mama Rosa and Papa Adi. Up to thousands of rows of photos of her that were taken secretly by Mama Rosa's men.

“Mama told people to follow me!” Alin's eyes widened to see the many photos of himself reflected on the wall alternately.

“Not trailing. Mama just wants to make sure her son-in-law is safe and well.”

“Sister, have you known this from the beginning? If Mama tells people to follow me!”

“Hmmm..”

Alin looked up at Hazar.

“Do not get angry first,” Hazar finally let go of his arms. He turned Alin's body to perfectly face him. “Mama did all that, because she already loves you.” Hazar caressed Alin's head. “Mama's color has long asked me to get married, she really hopes to have a daughter-in-law. However I am very uninterested in having a relationship with any woman.”

Hazar cupped Alin in the face with both hands. Staring deeply at Alin's two beads of eyes. “Until we finally meet that night. And ever since that night, I've always remembered this face. At first I tried to ignore it. However, I can't. Because, you always show up when I'm trying.”

“I finally told Mama everything, and decided to marry you. I asked Mama to help me take care of you until you graduated from college. And finally I managed to marry you.you, are the first woman I love.”

Like bo doh people, Alin fell silent listening to Hazar's words. He doesn't know what to do. His eyes did not even blink looking at Hazar's face. Hazar just expressed feelings for her. This is not the first. Hazar once said that she was the first woman for Hazar. But this time it felt different, this atmosphere, this vibration, and this feeling. What should he do at a time like this?

Having no response from Alin, Hazar must act again. He pulled Alin's face, leaving a peck on his forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose and...

Ggrrkk!!!

“Hiks..” Alin hid his face from Hazar. In this romantic-romantic moment, how can his stomach rumble.

Hazar chuckled without a sound. “Let's go down. Aunt Fatma has prepared a lot of food for you.”