I'm Not Your Enemy
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Days change, time keeps rolling two weeks have passed. Since Nada's departure, Amara spent her time helping out at her sister-in-law's Anin boutique. Micho's? With the help provided by Radit, he was returning to take care of his own company which had declined because of the injection of funds for the Alexander group company at that time.

Now, the company has returned to the person who should be in control and the company itself is back in a stable period.

Amara put the paper and pen that she used to design clothes ordered by several clients. However, it seems that Amara has a problem with her head. For a few days Amara felt less well.

"Sister, will I come home sooner not?" Amara looked at Anin who was checking out some of the order dresses.

"No problem, why are you?" anin asked as she walked towards Amara who looked a little pale.

"Not knowing either, brother. I'm not feeling well, just as dizzy," said Amara while sipping a warm tea made by mbak Nindi.

"Maybe you're a soybean, need a break" Anin said. Amara nodded slowly, indeed some days he went back and forth out of town for some business.

As Amara's cell phone rang out, it appeared that her name was calling her.

"Who?" Anin glanced at Amara and turned her phone to Anin.

"Thank you dong" said Anin.

"Hello ma, asalamualaikum,"

"Walaikumsalam, honey. When to play at home? Long time no play, mama miss you lo," said Mama Hana while putting tea to the table.

"Mama wants us to eat together, is your sister? Tell him to come tonight to eat together" said Mama Hana.

"Later tonight?" ask Amara.

"Hemm, why? Mind it?" ask mama Hana.

"The romance is not feeling well Ma," Anin said. Amara gave her phone to her sister-in-law and smiled at her mother.

"Have to be pale, he seems to be soy sauce" said his mother.

"We'd better delay it, until Amara improves Ma" Anin pinta. Mama Hana nodded slowly.

"Sister, I'm going home now" said Amara, glancing at the clock at 15:00.

"You're so pale Lo Ra, do you need an older brother? Or did you call Micho?" ask Anin. Amara shook her head. It's been 3 days and he improved when he had slept for a while.

"No, my own brother. Mas Micho is still busy, after all" he said. Anin could only nod. Amara picked up her bag then looked towards her sister-in-law.

"I'm home, brother. Asalamualaikum,"

"Guil, be careful Ra,"

Amara nodded and then stepped towards her car. Amara pinched her temple, it seems that there is something wrong with her.

Amara grabs her phone and makes a call to Micho, but her husband does not pick her up, a little bit of annoyance lingering in her heart. Amara gas-fired her car into her apartment.

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Time is 18:00. Arriving at the apartment, Amara cleans herself and runs the magrib prayer. The feeling is erratic, there is a sense of tightness and a sense of resentment that is struggling in his mind. Amara again grabbed her phone, contacted Micho and came back with no answer.

Amara put her phone on the dresser, her net glanced at the wedding photos plastered there, taking simple wedding photos that until now only her family knows. Amara rubbed a picture of her husband's handsome face. Husband who always makes her pound when near him. Makes her laugh happily while teasing her and makes a slouch when it comes to nailing her.

Amara circulated her gaze feeling lonely without Micho. His heart rippled in pain, claustrophobic all of a sudden. Amara closed her eyes, saying Micho's name in her lips. Somehow he missed so much the person who ignored his phone calls from him in the morning.

"I miss you, Mom," she said slowly trying to pull out a tear that stifled her chest. Amara sighed then let out a slow. Amara again picks up her phone trying to make a call on Micho who turns out not to be embroidered. Amara was once again disappointed.

"You know Mas, only now do I realize I'm lonely without you. Only now do I realize I'm so helpless without you. It feels tight when enduring the turmoil of longing, Mas I miss you," said Amara.

Amara's tears are flowing. Realizing his feelings when far apart made his heart seem to be sliced. Amara Glances at the cell phone that shows at 19:30 why her husband did not come home?

"What are you doing now, Mom?" amara asked the photo in her hand. Amara put her head on the table, her sleepy eyes closed and flew into the dream.

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