Loving Husband Interlude
58. The Roadside

Najwa's gestational age had already entered four months, so her stomach was already visible, she looked very happy. Yesterday he checked into the midwife who first examined him saying his fetus was healthy and fine.

"I think it was Arsyil's brother, it was his wife" said the beautiful midwife.

"Yes, midwife." answered

"But how rarely do I see? Oh yes, it was married then he said before Mr. Marwan died" said the midwife again.

Najwa nodded, she was silent now responding to the midwife's question. Because it will be long question after question.

When he finished, Najwa went home. Since Arsyil did not take him to check, Najwa walked to Arsyil's house. His smile always expands along the way. The content is very healthy, that's because Najwa's heart is always happy.

At the moment he will cook a lot, he said and uminya will come home to visit. Since the wedding reception, his brother and um hadn't seen him again.

Najwa is happy that both her parents will come to her house. So he bought a lot of vegetables and meat and fish to eat later to welcome his brother and uminya.

He had a lot to do, but it didn't make Najwa tired. Because he did it with pleasure.

She had also told her husband that this afternoon his brother and uminya would come to the house. But Arsyil can not go home quickly, because he had to meet with the author of the book who deliberately wanted to come to the printing place.

"Ngga nothing bang, abah and umi also do not matter. But afternoon home is it bang?" najwa asked when she called her husband.

"Yes the deck for sure, if there is no work brother directly home. If the time is fast, my brother also went straight home" said Arsyil.

"Yes, nothing. Adek cook a lot of things, good to eat together at home bang."

"Yes, you must be home."

That was the conversation the two wives had on the phone. And finally the phone call ended with a sweet greeting from Arsyil to Najwa. Of course Najwa's heart so blushed embarrassed by the chatter and sweet speech from Arsyil.

"Duh, the brother. Adek so melted continue, how not more in love. His attitude and speech really melted the heart" Najwa said with a happy smile.

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"Sir Arsyil, why now so often rush home huh. Very afraid of his wife missing." said Nadia mocked her boss.

"Whoa, now there will be someone to go home. He wants to go home quickly because kangen continues to be the same wife, heheh." said Arsyil replied to Nadia's tease.

"Waah, the love of this wife is very much Mr. Arsyil. Lucky yes, Najwa ma'am." said Nadia again.

"Everyone will feel lucky, Nadia. If you get a wife who is beautiful and also always keep her faith and eyesight on other men. I feel lucky, because my wife is a perfect woman" said Arsyil.

"Have a lot of love for your wife?"

"Huh, of course. Real men will always love and be grateful to get the perfect wife according to each person. Including me." said Arsyil.

"Well that's right sir, now there's a lot of news about the affair. And yes, her partner looks perfect. But yes, it's cheating" Nadia said.

"Have not spoken of it, such a man never gives thanks for what he gets. May you have a good husband, Nadia" said Arsyil.

"Mother sir."

Arsyil went home, because his wife was alone wrestling in the kitchen. So he had to go home quickly to help her, he did not want Najwa too tired to do cooking activities to welcome his brother and uminya.

He got on the bike and immediately drove it at medium speed. His heart was happy that he was going to go home and meet his wife.

Along the way Arsyil's smile always expands, he imagines Najwa's smile looking at him glad he came home sooner than he promised.

He did not know that there was a car behind him. The man in the car was following Arsyil where the bike was going.

Arsyil was shocked, he turned to look at the car that was holding him. He knew it was Azam's car, his motorbike he was marginalizing which happened to be a shady tree. Arsyil stops the bike, followed by Azam parked his car.

Azam was silent, he stared intently at Arsyil who was taking off his helmet. Take a deep breath, then get out of the car. He approached his friend who smiled at him.

"Hai Zam." said Arsyil to Azam.

Azam remained silent, taking a deep breath back. Throwing his face the other way, it felt like he was swearing at Arsyil who was pretending to be friendly to him. He thought Arshil had betrayed him.

"You want to talk to me, Zam?" asked Arsyil who knew what Azam meant to prevent him on the road.

"You are ...." Azam did not continue, still staring at Arsyil.

"I why?" ask Arsyil.

"You're breaking a promise, Arsyil. Why did you marry Najwa again?" asked Azam who was impatient to talk so to Arsyil.

Arsyil lowered his face, long ago. He did not understand Azam's words, but then he looked at Azam again with a flat gaze.

"I love Najwa." replied Arsyil firmly.

Bugs!

One punch landed quickly on Arsyil's cheek, the man's body staggered backwards. He looked coldly at Azam, then smiled.

"Why did you hit me?" ask Arsyil.

"You bastard!"

"Azam! I have kept my promise, divorced Najwa and returned him. I've done everything you wanted Zam to. Then what's my fault? Is it because I love Najwa?!"

"You should have given me three talaq just like I used to. I can't marry Najwa because you shadow her, Arsyil!" said Azam.

"You're crazy, I'm not as good as you who gave triple talaq to an innocent wife of any kind. You are selfish if only because of your obsession with Najwa, making the people closest to Najwa hurt because of your actions are too hasty" said Arsyil now began not to accept Azam set it.

"You promised me, Arsyil. Why are you luring him? Do you have a better charm than me?!"

"Astagfirullah, Zam. Never mind, you already have a wife who is pregnant with your child. I'm the same, Zam. Najwa is pregnant with my son, how could I possibly divorce him?" arsyil.

Bugs!.

Again Arsyil got a fist from Azam. Arsyil remained motionless, even though he was sick. He allowed himself to be an outlet for Azam's anger. Perhaps that way, Azam would be relieved to have vented his anger on her.

While Azam was still hunting his chest, he stared intently at Arsyil. And then, he turned around. Scooped his face, then he got into his car.

Dropped his car and left Arsyil still standing holding his cheek. He then got on his bike, put on a helmet and immediately put on his bike to go home.

Meanwhile, one taxi stopped just as Azam and Arsyil were talking. The driver asked the passenger, but was immediately answered before asking.

"Road sir."

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