First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
58. There's only you.

"Yes, this is actually a cafe with Firda's husband."

"Yes, I heard my mom say that anyway. He owns cafe D'Nongkongs. It's only right to shamelessly slander Firda to slander the old man, it must be because Firda is a matter." Syakila spread her gaze around the slightly quiet cafe.

His name also wants magrib, it is quiet, Syakila and his two friends are wrong. Mau magrib hanging out at the cafe, freak.

"What's all old? Not muna, Shay! Who does not want to be the same established man, I see Sisil and Gita also lately often picked up with men yes...Can be said Om-om anyway, but cutenya.." added his friend again with lips dim.

"Are they both happy Om-om's mistresses? Maddened... Just patesan their phones okay all, whereas before I saw Gita using a cellphone with an apple logo bitten the cheapest. Different from the present."

"So you two want to be Om-om's mistress too? I'm a woah, even if they're making money." Syakila shook her head in horror, her two friends were just throbbing.

A cafe employee approached the three.

"What message do you want, Ma'am?" ask her while presenting a menu list.

Syakila and her two friends looked at each other.

"Know Firda? The wife of the owner of this cafe." the voice of Syakila shrieked, she was embarrassed if many would hear her question.

The employee nodded.

"Not knowing? This is Hamish Maulana's cafe, right? Who just had a wedding reception two weeks ago?"

"Yes, this is indeed a cafe owned by Mr. Hamish, but I do not know his wife."

"Are you not invited to the party yesterday? Cook the boss himself married employees are not invited, arrogant once."

The employee smiled a little.

"We are all of course invited, I also know Mr. Hamish's wife. Just a few minutes ago also from here pick up Mr. Hamish."

"So they said they didn't know?" Syakila.

"Know by knowing different, Ma'am. Same with artists A and B, most people know. But are they called familiar? Naw, right? Different, Ma'am." the employee smiled again, Syakila was tickling. She lost smartly to Firda's husband's employees.

"I'm his wife's cousin, the owner of this place, hmm... I mean, how much discount do we get? Brother, cook at the same price as the others."

I want to ask for free but embarrassed. The employee smiled wrongly. Would you like not have permission or message from Hamish, but if rejected if it turns out to be allowed how?

"Later if Mr. Hamish asked, just say his son uwak his wife. 50% off yes!" without waiting for an answer from the cafe employees, Syakila ordered three drinks and some snacks.

"Yes, is that okay? You're the same Julia as Firda but you're using her husband's."

"You guys just calm down! I didn't mention the name, I just said uwak. It wasn't just my parents."

Both of his friends Syakila can only breathe slowly, they hope that they are not welcome at this cafe because they want to ask for a discount. Where visitors start to arrive again, the name is also a weekend night.

On the terrace of a mosque not too far from the cafe, Hamish received a photo and a little information from one of his employees.

Without telling Firda, Hamish only agreed to what Syakila wanted. Although Hamish honestly did not know any relatives of his wife, the money matters were not much to be exaggerated.

"Where are we going, Fir? Watching or...If you walk to the mall, you're worried about your soy sauce."

Firda was already next to him, Hamish quickly stuffed his phone into his pants pocket. Syakila photos and chat history of his employees have been deleted, Hamish fears Firda knows that someone who claims his brother is in the cafe.

"I'm not a kid who if you walk to the mall and ask for a sling."

"No, you're pregnant, you can't be too tired. Go home yuk! Have a chat and date in our room, ntar Abang foot massage and anything achy, promise!"

Firda looked at the face of Hamish who was looking at him with a smile. To be honest Firda was bored in the room alone, but considering Hamish must have been tired he finally agreed to be invited home.

Arriving home, Hamish went straight into the bathroom to clean up. Firda as usual started fiddling with Hamish's phone, not knowing what he was looking for.

As Hamish comes out of the bathroom, Hamish sees Firda still playing her cell phone but she is not reprimanding at all because there is nothing she is hiding.

"See what?"

"Secking, who knows there are smells of the ex who called back."

Firda answered indifferently. Initially Hamish's phone was tapped, every call from Rose was diverted to her phone, but Firda felt bad for being a spy for her own husband. So he no longer tapped into Hamish's cell phone.

"You jealous? Jealousy is not basic. Brother is not the type of man who still thinks about the past, after all there is nothing special that makes you continue to think about what has passed. You alone, there must be a man who once pulled your heart before meeting Brother, did you ever discuss it?"

Firda did not reply, he just thrust the phone at Hamish. Hamish accepted it and then put it on the table.

"Abang thinks, you're just like Brother. Just looking ahead, because staring and marrying yourself is more than enough. You don't have to look back, your world is just you and your child."

"Abang turned out to be smart to seduce, learn where hayoo from..."

Hamish placed his palm over Firda's head, rubbing her hair slowly.

"When we fall in love, we can suddenly become a poet. There's no need to study with anyone to reveal what's in your heart."

Firda took Hamish's phone back.

"Yes, we'll just watch it on the phone, but the movie..."

"Can't!"

"I'm not done talking yet."

"Don't know what you want to watch,"

"Ish, recite! I just want to watch...."

Firda chuckled, to be honest he did want to watch romantic movies. But Hamish has refused, willing to say a mediocre film has not occurred to him what title.

"Well, if you eat instant noodles can't you?" Firda's deflecting the conversation.

"No way, here! Brother massage his head so that your mind is not strange."

Hamish placed Firda's head on his lap, massaging it gently with his forehead and cheekbones.

"Well, are we staying here forever? I mean, do we uh, do you not want us to stay alone?" Firda asked while keeping her eyes closed enjoying Hamish's massage which was so very comfortable.

"You don't feel free to live here?"

Firda opened her eyes, looking at the face of her husband who was looking at her gently. Her lips were smiling, and Firda Hamish's eyes were getting more handsome.

"No, I'm just asking."

Hamish breathed out slowly.

"Not Brother does not want to leave this house, from the beginning Umi does not want us to leave.

If Hana or Faiza wants to stay here with Abah and Umi, Abang will take you away from here. But Umi wants us to stay here, pity Abah and Umi if no one accompanies her. They're both getting older. But if you feel uncomfortable, you'll talk to Umi and Abah."

"So far it's still comfortable, Bang."

"Tell Brother if you are depressed, you don't want to just because for the sake of Abah and Umi but you have to sacrifice your feelings. I'm sure Abah and Umi will understand that we want to live alone."

"But if we live alone...I'm pregnant and I don't want to quit college. Continues to...Who will take care of our children."

"Pinter, so we think carefully, do not just want you to be able to do anything without hesitation, the consequences behind him forget to think about. Because you are still spoiled, still nothing. But if you want to feel like you're alone, we can try."

"How is it?"

"Simple, we'll just go on vacation for a week. I think that's enough."

"Where?"

"Where are you going?"

"Your health, Bang." chuckle Firda wrapped around Hamish's neck with her two arms.

"Enak's dating at home, right?"

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