Be married? Oh No!

Be married? Oh No!
The Part 28


Bruk!


"Auw ..." grimacing Hani woke up from his sleep, stroking his painful waist.


Last night Hani fell asleep on the couch, waiting for Ayan who had not yet arrived.


Glancing at the clock on the wall, Hani let out a breath of air. Rise up the girl stepped towards the door. Hani had decided to wait for her husband in the courtyard of her apartment.


20 Minutes later the signs of Ayan's appearance have not been seen to make Hani sad.


Hani tries to call Ayan back, and again Ayan's number is off.


Sighing long enough he crouched down while covering his face with his palm.


"Good morning, Ayan, sir" said the security guard politely.


Ayan smiled then gave the car keys to the security guard parked.


Heard Ayan's voice. Hani stood up and smiled broadly. Calling Ayan with a sumringah face.


"Om Ayan!" call Hani screaming.


Ayan stopped his steps. Closing his eyes for a moment, the man resumed his steps.


Ignored, making Hani sad. The girl ran after


Ayan.


"Wait!" hani shouted as the elevator door wanted to close.


Ayan threw a face as Hani got into the same elevator as her.


"Of!" call Hani.


The one called did not respond. The man was busy with his cell phone. Letting Hani talk alone beside her.


Ting ...


Seeing the elevator door open, Ayan hurriedly exited the elevator. Leaving Hani quickly.


Hani looked down sad. Looking at Ayan's back away from her sight.


At first Hani thought that Ayan was just tired. So Ayan didn't hear his call. But Ayan's silence now this time was different.


Hani unconsciously shed her tears. Walk slowly towards her apartment.


"No you signed enough on that green proposal. After that give it to the client," explained Ayan by phone.


"Thank you Yan,"


Ayan smiled, while glancing at Hani standing in front of him.


"Let me call again. The spirit of Put," said Ayan cheering the Princess on her phone.


After disconnecting his call with the Princess, the man immediately went to his room to get ready. Passed Hani without greeting her.


Hani is poking her upper and lower lips, her eyes start to water as Ayan just ignores her.


It hurts so much. Compared to when his father scolded him.


Ayan moved away as Hani approached her. The man hurriedly put on his uniform.


Her breathing was congested if Hani approached her.


"Om, if I have done wrong at least om tell me what my mistake is," Hani said.


"I'm sorry, if you accidentally hurt your feelings" he continued.


Ayan was silent. The man brushed his hair. Staring at Hani who was crying through the mirror reflection.


Trust me, her heart also hurt to see her woman crying.


Through Hani, the man looked up his head. Closing the room door left Hani alone.


...****...


"Lo why?" keno asked as Hani cried in front of him.


"My heart hurts Ken," said Hani, looking down deeply.


Keno raised Hani's chin up, smiling the young man wiped away the trace of Hani's tears with the tip of his hand.


"Lo came to the right place" said Keno.


"Lo's hurting, I'm having a heart attack" he continued.


Hani brushed Keno's hand off her chin."Not funny Ken,"


"If the funny thing is lo!" kilah Keno's.


Hani opened her eyes, looked at the young man in front of her then the girl said.


"What are all men if they are angry, they will be silent?" ask Hani.


"Who are you close to again?" Keno opened his mouth, the young man recalled a man who always picked Hani up, to school.


"Don't tell me that soldier guy who used to pick you up?" yelling hysterical Keno, Hani quickly silenced Keno's mouth with her hand.


"Lo can slow down your voice, right? What if someone is horrified?!" hani whispered right in Keno's ear.


"But that means?" pause.


Keno knitted her brows not understanding, "Lo has any relation to the army?" ask Keno.


Hani fell silent, the girl lowered her head. What better if he tells the truth about his marriage with Ayan.


"T-soldier it-"


"Lo's girlfriend?" cut Keno. Hani.


"Wedding?" keno again. Hani nodded again.


"Don't say?"


Hani nodded his head.


"Lo double?" keno asked in disbelief.


"Gue's not kidding anymore" replied Hani.


"Can we?!"


"Increased? My marriage was almost half a year. My marriage happened because of an arranged marriage," Hani laughed as she recalled the first day when she first met Ayan, "The age was 13 years different from me. So I used to call him om,"


"Omm?" sela Keno asked.


"Increased? I realized that I should not call my own husband by the name of om, but because of the habit of calling him om, so I was difficult to not call him om, om, though I wanted to call her by her name, Ayan," Hani looked at Keno who was seriously listening to her, "Or Yang?" Hani laughed while crying.


Keno cries while listening to Hani's curses. The man clenched one hand in disappointment at Ayan's disregard for Hani.


Had Keno met the man then he would have beaten him all out.


...****...


Hani glanced at Ayan who was arranging all his clothes into a suitcase. Her heart became restless, the girl thought if Ayan would leave her.


Taking Ayan's shirt out of the suitcase, the girl cried. Sitting on the edge of rajang while looking down.


"Don't go om!"


"I promise I'll be a good wife, I promise I won't call her my-me again"


Hani stops crying as Ayan hugs her.


"Sorry" said Ayan Lirih. Kissing the top of Hani's head repeatedly.


"Om, uh he means-"


"Call me as comfortable as you are, it's okay if you keep calling me as om" said Ayan. Hani.


"No. From now on I will call your name, Ayan?"


Ayan smiled happily, peeping his wife's forehead softly.


"I'm sorry, because my clothes are a mess" said Hani regretted.


"It's okay, what's important you play?"


Hani smiled shyly. Help Ayan to fold her clothes.


"Om-"


Hani bit his tongue, "Sorry my habit,"


Ayan laughed then landed his hand on the top of Hani's head.


"It's okay" Ayan replied.


"Where were you going?" ask Hani doubtfully.


"Not going" said Ayan.


"Why put clothes in a suitcase if you don't go try?"


"This is the clothes I want to donate to people in need" explained Ayan.


"what would you wear if you donated these clothes?" ask Hani.


Ayan grinned walking towards the man's closet directly opening it,"See? These clothes are more than enough, men do not need a lot of clothes. So just a few is more than enough" explained Ayan. To make Hani ashamed of himself.


Done it...


Okay so long ago, I was