Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
If the Match Doesn't Go Where (S2)

Residents have been welcome back to their homes, as well as Reza and his parents. Ikbal allowed the young man to go home, but he did not allow him to travel anywhere. If he violates then the RW chairman can find it even though hiding in the ant hole even though it can still be found.

All that remains are Husni and Ikbal and Mona's husband at Kayla's residence. Tasya's biological father rushed home after hearing of the incident that happened to Alvin.

"Sir RT, Mr. RW, please drink the tea first. Sorry, you can only serve this drink," said Mona, thrusting a glass in front of Ikbal and Husni.

"No need to bother, Miss Mona. We just want to make sure that everything is okay before me and Mr. Husni go home" Ikbal said. "That's it, isn't it, Mr Husni?" Glanced at his nephew who was still bowing his head. I don't know what the one-child widower thinks. Only he and God know.

"Eh .. b-how, Om?" Husni replied in a stammering voice. The man's netra accidentally leads to Kayla's brown iris.

For a moment, Husni and Kayla looked so deeply as if they were lost in another dimension and they were there.

Ikbal who happened to be watching their behavior shook his head while smiling widely. Seeing his nephew staring intensely and defending Kayla all-out to be willing to beat up another man for the sake of the woman in front of him, he was so sure that Husni did save the taste to the former model.

"Mother Kayla is beautiful, Mr Husni?" chirps Ikbal. Instead of repeating his words, he deliberately trapped the RT chairman with another question.

"Very beautiful, sir. Like the Angel who came down from Heaven," said Husni unconsciously. That answer just slid without her thinking first.

Suddenly, everyone in the living room chuckled at Husni's reply. While Kayla was bowing her face, hiding a red hue on her plain face.

Aware that he had said something that was not right, Husni blinked his eyes repeatedly trying to restore his consciousness that had floated when looking at the beauty of God's creation in front of him.

"Ehm .. sorry, I was daydreaming." He said awkwardly while looking the other way.

Not wanting to make Husni more and more faceless in front of his citizens, Ikbal shifted the subject. "In the meantime, let Mr. Alvin stay here for a while. I will ask Imran and Ahmad to stand guard here while waiting for Bu Kayla's friend's health to improve. After that, I asked him what steps he wanted to take. Want to go through the law or make peace."

"Take a wait, if I can ask Ms. Kayla to evacuate for a while at Ms. Mona's house. Avoiding the slander that was deliberately spread in order to drop the good name of Mother," continued Ikbal expressed his desire. As the chairman of RW, of course, he did not want the news of the bird being more widely circulated and even muddy the atmosphere.

Still in a lowered position, Kayla replied, "I definitely take Mr. RW's advice. Starting tonight will sleep at Mona's."

After finishing the dishes provided by the host, Ikbal and Husni retreat. The two men left Kayla's house.

The former champion and nephew are on their way home. Riding a two-wheeled vehicle down a deserted village road.

"Husni, Om knows how you feel about Ms. Kayla" Ikbal said, breaking the silence. "If you like it, just say it. Don't keep being held alone."

Husni widened his eyeball perfectly, not expecting others to know what he felt all along. Hard to hide the love, apparently the sister of the mother knew the man's feelings towards Kayla.

"This om has long tasted the sweet sourness of life. In fact, I've experienced how to live in a holding cell. Just looking at your eyes, Om knows that you're putting your heart on that woman. Om's advice, meet him and express your feelings to him."

Sighs harshly, then says, "But I'm afraid of rejection. Om know for myself, my education is just high school graduation. One-child widower, the only job of RT chairman and trading sembako in the market. How to make Bu Kayla happy who is none other than a former model. When compared to the man who had been rumored to be the woman's affair, I have no meaning. It's just a grain of dust that if blown off, flies out of nowhere."

Ikbal chuckled softly and half-joked. "What if Miss Kayla is a former model? You're less likely to be with him?" Husni just nodded his head in response.

"Son, you're nothing compared to Bu Kayla's previous lover. However, you have a sincere heart and a holy love to give to the woman. Om sure, Miss Kayla must appreciate this feeling of yours. Don't give up before a war!"

"So, what do you think I should do?"

Husni glanced at Ikbal from the rearview mirror, then took a deep breath. "All right, I'll try. Pray for me, Om."

Ikbal patted Husni's shoulder slowly. "Om always praying for the best for you and Adinda."

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As a lecturer in the nursing faculty makes Raihan preoccupied by a myriad of activities on campus. Not only teaching, but he is also believed to be a lecturer in the thesis of S1 students in the field of nursing studies. The rector of the campus where he worked was an acquaintance of the youngest son of the late Firdaus when they attended national-level training in the city of Bogor two years ago. From then on, they became close and good friends.

Raihan glanced at the circular watch on his wrist, the time already showing at nine in the morning. Currently, he and Lena were enjoying breakfast in the dining room.

"Ma, I have to go now. At half-ten there will be an appointment with one of my students for thesis guidance. I don't want to be late on campus" Raihan said. Grabbing the tissue on the dining table, then rubbing the leftovers on the corner of the lips.

Lena placed a set of cutlery on the plate, then replied, "Yes, you're careful on the way. Remember, don't speed!" his advice before Raihan leaves home for college.

"Mama take it easy. I will always remember your advice." Raihan kissed the back of Lena's hand. "I'm leaving now."

After saying goodbye and giving a little encouragement to Puspa and mbok Darmi, Raihan drove his four-wheeled vehicle to a famous university in the city of Yogyakarta. The university is known to have scored many outstanding graduates in all fields both academic and non-academic.

Attractive with a sharp nose, thick eyebrows and beautiful arches above a pair of sharp and alluring eyes make anyone who sees will be interested instantly. Not infrequently many nursing students whisper and smile to see the good looks and prowess of the young lecturer. Angan they wonder how it would be if the figure of the man became a lover of the afterlife.

"Look, isn't that the guidance counselor who replaced Mr. Abdullah? If you pay attention, Mr. Raihan is quite handsome and meets the criteria of being a prospective husband. It is fitting that the students of this campus are competing to attract his attention," said one of the students of the final semester-named Clara.

A twenty-one-year-old girl followed the direction of her best friend. Located about two meters from his standing position, Raihan was walking in front of him.

Accidentally, the gaze of the eyes met with a clear brown iris and was so soothing. Then, the girl put a smile on the corner of her lips. "You're right, Mr. Raihan is handsome. It's just that he's a little cold towards women. But, I'm pretty sure that someday the iceberg inside that man could melt thanks to my persistence."

"Your legacies? That is, you intend to approach Mr. Raihan, is that it?" ask Clara, making sure that she does not misinterpret the meaning of the words of the friend.

The oval-faced beautiful girl nodded quickly. "Yeah! As cold as a man then there is a point where he will melt and melt even though the iceberg inside the man is so solid."

Hearing Valerie's reply, Clara was blown away to the point of making some people around look strangely at them. Not wanting to make any noise, he silenced his mouth using his palm.

"Oh my god, Va. So, you intend to break down the iceberg in Mr. Raihan. That so?" clara asked half a whisper.

"Rubber. I'm sure with the beauty and charm I have, Mr. Raihan will fall into my arms." Valerie turned to Clara and again said, "You want a bet?"

Clara squinted her sharp eyes, then replied, "Who is afraid! If you manage to get Mr. Raihan then the sports car that my Papa just bought is entitled to be yours. However, if you fail then your favorite car must fall into my hands. How, deal?" The only son of a real estate owner in several major cities reached out to the front.

"Okay, deal!" sahut Valerie briefly shook Clara's hand as a form of agreement.

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