Aqidah Love
Move Out of Town

Fatiya who was busy chatting with the taxi driver, did not see any car that must be very familiar he passed the taxi that the girl was riding, right in the alley into his village.

'I just want to see you from a distance, can't I?' muttering the young man asked himself, he then stopped the speed of his car right in front of Fatiya's house.

Akbar looked at Fatiya's house from inside his car. 'Is this afternoon you're asleep, Fa? All the lights of the house even you have extinguished, Akbar's inner.

Yes, Fatiya did turn off all the lights in his house earlier and left only one small lamp in the living room and the porch light, so that when viewed from outside, if seen from outside, the conditions inside Fatiya's house looked dark like there was no life.

Akbar played the phone in his hand, the young man was weighing. "Did I just chat, huh?" the returning monologue Akbar asked himself.

The young man then typed something and sent it to Fatiya's number. 'Tick one? What, he turned off his phone? But yesterday, even though he was asleep, his phone wasn't switched off." Akbar's forehead is wrinkled inside.

Her net continues to stare at the phone screen, looking at the chat that she just sent to the girl who was suddenly present filled the empty space in Akbar's heart, the chat still ticked one.

Every now and then Akbar looked towards the modest house of Fatiya, whose door was still tightly shut. Akbar was in that place for a long time and pensive alone, until the sound of his cell phone ringing scattered Akbar's daydreams.

"Hello, Budhe. Assalamu'alaikum," said Akbar to parents who are always worried if he does not return home immediately.

Akbar seemed to listen to a voice that sounded very worried, across there.

"Yes, Budhe. Akbar is fine, though. Budhe don't worry, yeah. After this, Akbar went straight home," Akbar replied to his budhenya across the phone.

Akbar was silent again, listening to the advice at length from a soft voice that could always make Akbar calm and feel comfortable.

"Wa'laikumsalam, Budhe," Akbar replies when Budhe calls him, ending the call.

Yes, for Akbar, the brother of the papa was not only positioning himself as a budhe, but he was also like a grandmother who loved his granddaughter very much.

The age of Akbar who was the same age as his grandson Budhe Lin, made the old woman who was still healthy and beautiful consider Akbar and Attar, his sister, like his other grandchildren.

Akbar took a long breath. 'You're getting married soon, Fa. And it's not worth it, if I send you a message like this.' Akbar deleted the message he had sent but was still pending.

"Well, I blocked Fafa's number. I'm afraid, I'm powerless not to send a message and ask Fafa about it and it's very unethical. I can also be considered as a bully of people's wives.' Akbar reluctantly blocked Fatiya's number, before the young man left the place.

Akbar turned his head once again towards Fatiya's house. 'May you always be happy, Fa, ' Akbar prayed sincerely and with all his heart.

Clear thread pooled in the eyes of Akbar, when his car began to drive slowly leaving the village of Fatiya which was quiet when the night was a little late, like uninhabited.

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On the Island of the Gods, Angga, the showroom boss at the place where Fatiya worked, wakes up in the middle of the night in the villa owned by the mother. Diandra's husband suddenly recalled his phone, which he had deliberately switched off all day.

Yes, Angga and his wife are in Bali at this time. In addition to attending the wedding of one of Diandra's foster sisters at the orphanage, the showroom boss also invited his wife to a baby moon.

The happiness that is immeasurable, felt again by Angga when he found out the wife whose age was adrift quite far from him was back pregnant, their third child candidate.

Angga and his wife who went to Bali and deliberately did not invite their two sons and daughters, also turned off their phones because they did not want to be disturbed by work or other matters.

"Sister," called Diandra, when he realized there were no more heavy hands hugging and warming his body.

"Yes, Honey. I just picked up the phone," replied Angga who walked back to the bed.

"Hem, my wife why is it so spoiled like this, anyway?" Angga cooed the wife's nose with anxiety and then anchored a kiss to the entire face of Diandra without anyone being missed, making Diandra laugh amusedly.

"Sister. Udah, ah ..," pinta Diandra, when her husband still kissed her cheek. "It's getting so damn, isn't it?" his protest later, with pursed lips.

"Yes, great. So, I can play again with the youngest," Angga replied with a happy smile. Diandra's husband then kept his phone on the nightstand next to him.

"No, no. The youngest is tired, Dad. Father had played with him many times from this afternoon, the youngest wanted to sleep," refused Diandra by mimicking the voice of a small child, the beautiful woman then immediately hid her face and covered her with a blanket.

Angga who has been excited, does not want to give up. Diandra's adult husband entered into the soft blanket and immediately embraced the wife's innocent body, Angga then again peppered his wife.

The sound of the clock ticking on the wall, became the singing of the intimacy of a married couple who had been building the household for a dozen years, when the two struggled after Angga threw a blanket in any direction.

The alarm on Diandra's phone, set at half-three in the morning, unraveled the warm embrace of two people who had just enjoyed the sweetness of the wedding honey that made the two fly away.

"Sister, Didi wants to go to the bathroom first," she asked spoiled, stretching out both hands asking to be carried by her husband.

Yes, in this third pregnancy, the beautiful woman was so spoiled. Very different from the first pregnancy, which is full of concern because the husband was in a coma due to an accident.

After the bathroom and mandatory bath, the father and his mother Elvano then performed the tahajjud prayer service.

After praying and kissing the back of the husband's hand in an act of reverence, Diandra rushed back to the bed to rest her body because she was tired of feeling her body, and she was tired, after her many struggles with her husband from the day they both arrived at the villa yesterday.

Just now Diandra was laying down his body, his gaze fixed on the nightstand. He grabbed his phone and then turned on the flat object.

With a notification scrambling in, once the phone with the fruit logo bitten by the insect is active again. Of the many notifications, one name that stole the attention of Diandra.

"Fafa, he doesn't usually call this much" Diandra murmured.

"What's up, honey?" ask Angga while sitting on the edge of the bed. His burly hands again slipped into the clothes of the wife and gently stroked his wife's stomach, where there was the baby who was still hiding in there.

"Fafa, Brother. He misscall this much." Diandra showed her cell phone screen to her husband.

"She sent a message too, honey. Try to open, maybe important," pinta Angga.

Diandra immediately opened a message from the employee in her husband's showroom, a moment later the woman's neutrals glazed.

"What's up, hem? Why crying? Fafa why, Di?" cecar Angga who became worried.

"Don't read it yourself, huh." Diandra then handed her phone to her husband.

'Assalamu'alaikum, Brother Didi. Sorry, Fafa went to the showroom to say goodbye, but Kak Didi and Pak Angga turned out again outside the city. Fafa tried the phone, Kak Didi and Pak Angga's cell phones were also not active.'

'Fafa pamit, Brother. Fafa decides to cancel the marriage with Daniel and follows the mother's desire to move out of town. Sorry and thank you for all the kindness Brother and Mr. Angga who can not Fafa mention one by one.'

Angga put down the phone and then hugged the sobbing wife.

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