For God's sake, I'm sincere
Of jealousy?

Now Alizha is sitting in the dining room while waiting for her husband's return. He was worried about Afif who had not returned home. Now it's 20:00. Usually Afif comes home at five in the afternoon. Alizha has prepared her dinner. Then Alizha decided to ask through a message, but never reply by her husband and more painful than just read. It is as busy as Afif to not appreciate his wife.

"What a busy Mas Afif to not reply to a single message from me" said Alizha.

Alizha is a little worried about her husband's situation lately. She also had time to think that her husband had another woman out there so her attitude changed indifferently to Alizha.

"Did Mas Afif have another woman?" alizha said suddenly. Alizha immediately brushed off the negative thingkingnya. "What I just said. I hope it doesn't happen."

A few minutes later Alizha's phone rang still on the dining table in front of her. With a quick movement he picked up the phone call. His worried face had turned happy again, but not long after that he instead looked disappointed.

"*Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum Mas?" alizha looked happy.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. I'm overtime today, maybe I'll be home in the morning."

"Overtime? Em yaudah deh, the spirit of his work." replied Alizha his voice had turned to disappointment.

"Yes. I hung up" Afif said, then turned off his phone*.

After that she felt a little relieved because she had received news from her husband. Alizha has been starving since after work, her intention is to have dinner with her beloved husband. But it turns out that her husband did not come home overtime, his appetite so lost. Then Alizha went to the room to rest.

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The sun has risen from the east. This morning Alizha had breakfast alone without her husband. And this morning Alizha went back to work. As usual, he always went to work riding his motorcycle.

The streets in Surabaya City in the morning are quite jammed because many people leave for work or school. So Alizha is now stuck in traffic in the middle of the road. Almost half an hour he was stuck in traffic and it was just a waste of Alizha's precious time. The entry time is about to start, in less than 10 minutes. If Alizha faithfully waits for this jam, she will be late.

Eventually the traffic jam returned smoothly. He should have loved the road back smoothly, but instead he seemed annoyed with his own fate. The motorcycle he was riding suddenly leaked wheels to make Alizha look and almost fell. Fortunately Alizha went straight to the side of the road and pushed him. It was too late for only 2 minutes. In a panic he searched for the nearest workshop to handle his motorcycle.

There is a workshop that has been seen approximately 5 meters from the distance. He quickly advanced his motorcycle towards it. But today he was unlucky, he just got splashed by water from a puddle on the side of the road. Almost Alizha's entire body was filled with dirt stains.

Alizha is shocked by "Astaghfirullah."

"Why do I have to experience this?" alizha beemonolog herself.

The car that caused the splash on Alizha's shirt stopped. A man came out looking sorry.

"I'm sorry I didn't accidentally."

"Mas Vino?" alizha was surprised.

"Sorry Zha I was unintentionally, I was careless. Then what about your shirt? I change yes" said Vino worried.

"Ah, it's okay. It is my bad luck today, hehe."

"Well, the motorcycle is not pushed on a ride?"

"My bike was leaking, so I pushed. This I want to take to the workshop there," said Alizha while pointing to the workshop.

"Yes, your motorbike has been brought to the workshop, and then you will go with me."

"No need, I took an online taxi."

"There is no rejection. Herein the bike let me push," said Vino while taking over Alizha's motorbike and pushing it to the workshop.

"Wait here, I'll take the car first" said Vino. Alizha nodded obediently, after all if she refused it would definitely take a long time to go to the office.

Vino's car was approaching and ready to take both away.

The glasses are down next door. "Let's go in."

Alizha complied and boarded Vino's car in the back seat.

Arriving in front of the office, they went down together and walked together to their respective rooms.

"Thank you Mr. Vino" Alizha said before entering his room.

"Yes together" said Vino with a big smile.

Inside her room, Alizha seemed uninspired to do her work. Her thoughts and feelings are still worried about her husband, Afif. She then pulled her phone out of her bag to find out about her husband.

To : Mas Afif

Assalamu'alaikum, are you home yet? If you have not forgotten to eat continue to rest.

Send.

Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Already home.

Read.

"Alhamdulillah finally," said Alizha with relief.

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At 17:00 WIB, Alizha's work-time home hour has arrived. Immediately he rushed to finish his work and tidied up his files. After that he headed to the lobby to order and wait for his online ojek.

Almost Alizha ordered her online ojek, someone called her name from behind.

"Alizha," called Vino while running towards Alizha.

"Why run?"

"Go home with me come on. Later your motorcycle business let me take care of it and immediately delivered to your home" said Vino.

"Ah no need Mas, I want to order ojek online only."

"It's the same with me. I was the one who wanted you to leave, meaning I also have to bring you home."

"No, Alizha has done a lot of Mas Vino."

'If I had called Afif, I would have been exhausted and resting. I can't possibly ask Afif for help, ' Inner Alizha.

"No. Don't hesitate, don't assume I'm your boss, but remember I'm also your friend" said Vino, smiling, though his heart ached when he said 'friend'.

"It's almost night, this part" continued Vino.

"I'm with Mas Vino" replied Alizha. Then the two of them walked towards the place where Vino's car was parked. And Alizha sat in the back seat.

The atmosphere in Vino's car seemed to be silent, no one started a conversation between the two of them. Alizha was busy herself looking at the crowded city streets from the glass of Vino's car while occasionally breaking into a soft voice.

Vino smiled to himself as he looked at Alizha from his rearview mirror. He was impressed with Alizha.

'In addition to your beautiful heart, your voice is also beautiful, ' Inner Vino.

'I garela if you are hurt by others, ' Vino's mind as if it already knows the problems faced by Alizha.

There was a sense of regret deep down in his heart. But immediately he dismissed his thoughts, however, he must respect Alizha's status now. And he must be ready to accept this reality.

"Mas Vino," called Alizha immediately breaking the silence between them.

"Yes?" vino said while glancing at Alizha in her rearview mirror.

"We stopped by praying at the mosque near here, yes, the adzan magrib has sounded."

"Oh yes Zha, I also want to stop by there first anyway" said Vino. Soon they both arrived at the courtyard of the mosque. They perform the magrib prayer service there.

After performing the prayer, they returned to the car and continued their journey to Alizha's house. But in the middle of the journey, Vino's face looked pale. His control is starting to weaken. Alizha felt a change in Vino and was a little anxious because the car Vino was driving was almost smeared.

"Mas Vino?"

Vino looked back for a moment and smiled as he said. "I'm fine."

"Your house is coming soon, right?" ask Vino.

"Yes Mas in a moment" said Alizha, he seemed to not believe what was said by Vino, he was worried Vino would be okay. "It hurts?"

"It looks like my stomach is relapsing" Vino said, holding onto the aching part of his stomach.

"Definitely haven't eaten, have you? Let's just stop, Mom, you eat first. It just so happens that there's a restaurant out front."

"You don't mind if you have to accompany me to eat first?"

"Not at all. Than Mas Vino is sick."

It only takes a little time, then the restaurant referred to as Alizha is visible, there the restaurant is simple but elegant. Then they went down and Alizha accompanied Vino inside as well.

"What do you want Zha to order?"

"How did Mas Vino ask me? Just order it, I ate it."

"Last day, didn't you mean?"

"Em yes Mas, Mas Vino already ate."

"Udah gaah dolah, kayak kayak who are you," said Vino while ordering some food for himself and Alizha.

Soon his order was served right on the table they two occupied, they ate quietly even though Alizha had still refused before, but finally Vino was able to persuade Alizha to come eat with him.

After eating, the two of them had a chat for a while and laughed together when remembering their school days. Vino's condition has now improved because he has eaten, his ulcer has not relapsed again and has also taken the drug, because it also happens Alizha brought stock of ulcer drugs to keep watch for herself.

Sometimes the two of them also chat about the discussion of the proposal that will be used for the meeting Vino tomorrow morning. Because Alizha was his secretary, Vino took the time to talk about his work problems.

So cool to chat, they both did not realize when it was noticed by a man who was not far behind the bench Vino and Alizha with a sharp gaze earlier. His eyes were already like they were about to bulge, his hands were already grasping tightly and his face was already like it was about to explode. The man did not accept the sight before his eyes, he immediately stood up and approached the two of them who were still chatting.

Bugh!

One punch landed suddenly on the cheek next to Vino.

Alizha who saw him was shocked and immediately fixated on the spot. He did not expect if there was a husband coming and directly hit Vino. While Vino only silent and did not retaliate against her husband Afif Alizha.

"What's this thing?!" alizha said while trying to calm Afif so as not to hit Vino again. "It's over, stop it!" prevent Alizha when Afif will land his fist on Vino's cheek.

"Fuck up! Why are you both the same wife hah?!" caci Afif did not accept and his emotions had peaked.

"I'm sorry I don't" said Vino cut off by Afif's encouragement.

"Based man fucker!" caci Afif not accepted.

"Mas!" Alizha.

"What's? You too! Go home with me!"

"I'm sorry you misunderstood" Vino said.

"Mas misunderstood, Mas Vino is innocent. After all we have nothing to do but friends" said Alizha trying to give an explanation.

With a swift Afif immediately pulled Alizha's hand out of the restaurant with him.

"I didn't expect you to play behind my back."

"No Mas. For God's sake, Alizha is not like that, I just misunderstood, '" Alizha said as she pleased.

"What about Mas Vino over there?"

"You still think about that son of a bitch, baby?"

"No. Not so," said Alizha who actually wanted to apologize first to Vino.

"Whose wife are you, huh?!" afif said as he lifted his wife's chin.

"E-em-mas Afif," answered Alizha, broken by crying.

"Come in now you! You're my wife, so you must obey my orders!" said Afif who was still emotional and his voice snapped at his wife. Alizha could only keep quiet and obey her husband's orders.

"Mas let Alizha jel-," said Alizha cut off.

"Everything is clear, I don't need your explanation anymore" Afif said as he drove his car without looking at his wife at all.

"Everything is not what Mas thought," said Alizha who was still crying as she pleased.

"Shut up!" snapped Afif, and was immediately able to make Alizha silent without daring to speak again.

"Please listen to me first Mas" said Alizha once again. Again she was told to be quiet by her husband.

'Oh my God, why is this?' inner Alizha.

Afif drives his car at high speed, his emotions are still out of control. I don't know why Afif can be like this, shouldn't he just feel normal when Alizha is with someone else? Toh Afif does not love her and prefers her lover Karla. Even he had promised to immediately sue Alizha for divorce, shouldn't this be a profitable opportunity for Afif? Then why should he get angry when he sees Alizha with someone else? Is he jealous? I don't know if Afif doesn't know what happened to him.

'Why I don't want to see Alizha as another guy, ' Afif's inner self is upset with himself.

'Allah, is Afif jealous? Has Mas Afif started loving me?' inner Alizha.

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Afif's car arrived in front of their yard. Irritatedly he just entered without caring about Alizha who had been begging to explain.

"Mas, listen to Alizha first" Alizha pleaded.

"Mas, give Alizha a chance to explain all this."

"Mas, Alizha please."

Afif still did not care and continued to move his feet towards the room.

"What would you like to explain? Everything was clear earlier," said Afif in a cold tone.

"You're cheating, right?" continued Afif.

"For God's sake, Alizha doesn't cheat. Mas Vino is only a friend of Alizha and he is also Alizha's superior, Mas" said Alizha as she approached Afif who was sitting on the sofa room.

"Mas, I'm sorry. I was wrong to be with another man who wasn't my mahrom."

"Finally admitted to being wrong as well as you," said Afif with a sly smile.

"He was only a friend of Alizha and he was also the leader of Alizha. I rejected it earlier, but I agreed to it because it was getting darker. Sorry, Alizha was wrong."

"Sorry Mas, Alizha was at Mas Vino's home because my bike entered the workshop" said Alizha.

"Then why didn't you ask me to pick you up, baby?" said Afif cunningly.

"Alizha is afraid that Mas will get tired, so Alizha does not want to disturb Mas."

"That must be your reason, right? It's a pity you don't have to hesitate. Speak truthfully to me," said Afif as he stood up from his seat and began to approach Alizha until there was only one cent between them. Afif slowly pushed his wife's body against the wall. Alizha was just silent and her chest felt tight, her heart was pounding uncontrollably. Alizha slowly closed her eyes as well.

'Remember you loved Karla, not Alizha.' as soon as the thought came out of Afif's mind.

"You think I'm gonna kiss you, baby?" say Afif gently.

"Never!" afif said then immediately left his wife who was still glued to the wall and he had hit her hand against the wall.

Alizha could only sigh in anger, she thought her husband would be romantic with her. But she was only toyed with by her husband's behavior.

'Sabar Alizha is patient, ' Inner Alizha.