BETWEEN TWO FEELINGS
Fiancee

"Laila, please. I want to talk to you". Hafizah, block Laila's arm.

"Talking what? About you, wanting to ruin my life. Forget about Hafizah, I have forgiven you. You and I are different. Because of me, never hold a grudge against you. Even if you, do me badly". Firmly Laila, her eyes glazed but still she held it. In order for her tears, not to escape in the present time.

"i know, you're so mad at me. I'm really sorry, sorry. I'm guilty of Laila,". There was clearly a sad look on his face, Hafizah.

"I hope, for this incident. You can learn a lesson, to be a better wife. I don't want to bring this up". Laila said, she let go of Hafizah's hand.

"I know, you love my husband very much. Even my husband, still loves you. I'll allow it, if my husband marries you, Laila. Sorry, I've been blocking your love". Lirih Hafizah, his heart gawking felt sore.

Hearing the words of Hafizah, Laila was astonished. What Hafizah, consciously said to him. "What do you mean, Hafizah? You're not bouncing with your words".

"I'm serious, Laila. I want you to be my honey. Ustadz Zulkifli will be fair to us. I'm just making amends for my mistakes, which have hurt your heart. I'm sincerely Laila, I'm glad that you accepted this proposal for my husband". Hafizah, take a deep breath, so that he can get these words out.

"Where there is, Hafizah. A wife, sheathed her heart. When the husband married again. What else would her honeymooner be in love with her own husband, aren't you afraid? If the husband, he cares about his love compared to the first wife. Do you know, the consequences of this problem. If I, approve a proposal for your husband. Don't get your hate, get deeper". Laila, try to provoke Hafizah's feelings.

Hafizah, clenching both his hands behind the robe. His lips twitched, as if he could no longer speak. "I'm sincere Laila, if it's my husband. One day, don't care about me anymore. I'll stay, for our son's sake. The one I hope for, makes my husband happy. I'm happy if we share a husband, Laila". Hafizah, clasping Laila's palm.

"really? You survive, just for the child? You know, Hafizah. I do not answer now, whether or not you become your honey. I need a good time, to answer your question". Smrik Laila's smile, he immediately left Hafizah who was still standing.

While away from Hafizah, then Laila cried hiccups. It hurts, that's how Laila feels. "I do love her, but does love this sick. We must be willing to be second wives, for the sake of our loved ones. Even though we both love each other, does all this have to happen ". Murmured Laila, she wiped her tears violently

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When she came home from work, Laila saw a crowded look at Ayunda's house.

"A lot, mom? What's up,". Ask Laila, to her neighbor.

"Oh, he said that friend of Ayunda's mother came. Listen Al, you want to be paired with his friend's son". Answer the neighbor Laila.

Laila, pensive for a moment. When you hear that Al, you'll be in a match with someone. For some reason, suddenly, the feeling became erratic.

Al and Emily are out of the house. Of course Al, looked straight at him.

"Why did Al and that woman come to me? Why do I feel like this? Like not willing, when Al in a match with another woman". Mumbled Laila, she smiled slightly as Al and Emily stood before her.

"Laila, you just got home from work". Al asked, she smiled lightly.I'm sorry, I'm doing this thing to test whether you, like me or not.

"Hemm. yes, who is he". Laila asked, she looked at Emily. Is he Al's fiancee, very classy.different from me, of course I'm inferior to you Al.

Laila, surprised to hear Emily's answer. As if his knees were limp, for a moment.now his eyes glazed, then turned towards Al.

"Congratulations Al, may you get married soon". Laila, try to calm the heart and smile sumringah.

Al, staring fixedly at Laila. "All right, excuse me. There's still another family, good rest". Pamit Al, so does Emily.

Laila, stepped on her foot with a shammer as she opened the door of her house. When it opened, he went inside. He was leaning behind the door of the house, crying out for freshness.

How hurt he was when he heard that Al was engaged to another woman."No, why are you suddenly crying? Did I love him, why am I a father like this. Is it because of his kindness, towards me? No, he just thinks of me as a friend. No more, Al couldn't possibly like me. Why hurt this much, if we love someone in secret. Why it hurts so much, more than losing ustadz Zulkifli. Do I love, Al. So deep,". Sobs Laila, there is no one to calm her feelings at this moment.

While Al, was still staring at Laila's house. Actually, he can't bear to tell Laila. If she was, she would've been engaged to Emily.

Al, accept the match. It's just an advantage, behind all this. Emily, we've arranged everything. For the sake of getting Al, he deliberately lied to anyone.

"Was she, the woman you like". Ask Emily, to Al. He was suspicious of Al, but just kept quiet.

"If yes, why? Remember, this plan is just a scenario". Strictly Al, she stared intently at Emily.

Emily, painstakingly gulped her saliva. He knew that Al, being angry was scary. "Calm down, this plan is just an advantage". For now is just an advantage, we see how it goes? You'll be mine, totally Al. Sniff sharp, Emily.

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after dinner, Hafizah approached her husband in the reading room.

since the incident, the husband has occupied himself more than he cares about Hafizah.

With the change of attitude of her husband, Hafizah felt heartache. every night she cried, without knowing her husband.but behind it all, Hafizah realized because all this was his fault.

"Mas, I want to talk to you". said Hafizah, bringing a cup of warm tea.But his heart felt sore, on the table there was tea may be homemade.

God, why is my husband suddenly like this? even he made his own drink, without waiting for me to make it.in Hafizah, he undoes his intention to put the tea on the table of the husband.as strong as he can, holding back his tears so as not to shed.

"talk, if it's important.otherwise you better rest.didn't you, you're pregnant.don't like to stay up late, later I'll catch up when I'm done with my job,without looking at his wife, he still stared at the book in his hand, as if reluctant to look at the face of Hafizah.

When Hafizah, had fallen asleep then the husband slept next to him. When he woke up in the morning, the husband was gone. even relax in the living room, the husband was,no more soft sounds build up Hafizah to congregational prayers.

Hafizah, still remembered the days of Ustadz Zulkifli. every dawn, build Hafizah for congregational prayers. But Hafizah, always refused on the grounds of drowsiness. Now Hafizah, just regret because the attention is no longer there.