Friendship with Forbidden Love
Relieve
The Gita still rotates its clashing right and left eyeballs, continuing to look at the corner sides of their homes.
So neat and elegant. The laying of items is so enchanting, the floors are slippery and clean, many photographs depicting the romance-travel love stories of Galih and Nadifa in every corner of the walls of this house.
Gita sat on the sofa like most guests, she could only stay up whether to talk, never imagined in her head could look at Galih, a husband she never expected.
Galih prefers to go into his study, it is felt that both wives have improved so he decided to check the incoming email on his computer screen.
It looks like Nadifa is cleaning up their room that was so messy because of the work yesterday afternoon, he was fixing everything like to the beginning, changing the sheets, changing the sheets, pillowcases and removing thick blankets that he had not used to decorate their beds.
Throw away the remains of items that have been destroyed because of his actions.
Nadifa went back down, she met Gita and clasped her hands to go up to their room.
"This is your room, Mba, take a break. If you need anything, I'm in the kitchen,"
Nadifa let Gita into her room. Gita just nodded unable to speak.
She's ashamed.very sorry !
"I stay first" Nadifa closed the door to the room and left.
Gita continued to look at this beautiful room with shades of pink and gold, looking at all sides of the room with amazement.
Very neat, clean and fragrant room. The items in this room are really arranged and neatly arranged.
Branded bags, expensive shoes, famous makeup equipment and imported clothes are well arranged, yes...Galih spoils his wife.
"Really, I'm proud of you, Dif!" Gita praised him in her heart.
Never at all had it crossed her mind like this, Nadifa was able to come to terms with her.
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Kringgg......
Walking up the phone with still wearing an apron.
Nadifa :
"Assalammualaikum, hello,"
There was a silent voice for a moment then came forward again, making sure that this was the true voice of Nadifa.
"Waaikumsallam, hello,"
The smile lines on Nadifa's cheeks lifted, her heart peaked happily, she knew who this voice was.
"Yes sir,"
"Alhamdulillah I can hear your voice again, you go where, I WA and the phone is not lifted, you sick my Nadifa ?"
Nadifa was filled with this voice, wanting him to say, wanting him to tell her what had just happened to her, but it was all impossible. Household obstructions should be closed tightly.
"I'm sorry I didn't go to work, I'm not feeling well, but now I'm on medication, pray tomorrow I can go to work,"
"Why did that time say break up? what's my fault ?"
Nadifa was silent for a while, looking at her bedroom and the Galih workspace. He was afraid if Galih or Gita heard this conversation.
"Don't talk about it now, I'm fine, have you gone home from work yet? be careful on the road yes, do not forget to eat God willing tomorrow we meet, I close first yes, fear my husband heard,"
"All right, baby,"
Tutt.connection disconnected.
Nadifa had to keep going slowly for Malik, no matter how Malik was still enthroned in his heart, he could not hurt or end without an absurd explanation, they are not ABG couples who get used to saying goodbye by using telephone or text media.
Today he wants to make Malik breathe a sigh of relief, can sleep well and his appetite returns perfectly, because he knows longing in uncertainty is very torturous self-exciting emotions.