Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
The past of Azka

At half-eight in the evening Azka and I returned home. The road is not as jammed as usual.

Azka watched his wife who had been silent. Why the hell is a boy? Inner Azka.

"What devil's sambet, diem bae?",ledek Azka.

While Nana just glanced off guard.

"You why Najma? Getting angry? ", ask Azka again.

"Are you also doing the same with my mother?", I asked.

"What is it?"

"No need to pretend!"

"Seriously I asked, what is Najma?"

"Did you also kiss my round like you did to me?"

"What is Najma!"

"Why? Is it not just me and my mom? Does Dara feel the same way?"

"You asked what the hell Na is!"

"You know what I'm asking!"

Azka took a deep breath.

"Become is none of me Najma! Don't tell me you're jealous of him. There's nothing you need to be jealous of him."

I stared at the streets of the capital that looked lively with lights around.

"Your mother..do you think your bundle is that low Na?"

"you mean? I'm that lowly? Because you want to be treated as old as you?"

"Don't misunderstand me, baby! That's not it!"

What did he say just now? The darling? Did I not hear wrong? My inner.

"Na, Anisa's not my wife. You're my wife. I deserve you, and you deserve me. Anisa is my lover, but we don't have a halal bond like ours. Do you think Anisa would do that with me?"

Yeah, I know. Mother is a woman who can maintain her pride.

"Do you also want to admit that you've fallen in love with you even though we've only been married for two days?"

"Huh? Whahuh? Where there is so...!"

Azka smiled at her smile. Anisa is right, it's not hard to fall in love with Najma.

"You want to be jealous of your deceased mother?"

"Yes, it's not!"

"Keep, why are so manyuns?"

After asking, Azka opened a message from her phone. His right hand is still focused on driving.

"No, it's normal."

"Don't lie!"

"Bianca, who?"

"Bianca's late, my girlfriend!"

Silence, there was only the sound of the car AC whirring.

"He died in an accident, a hit-and-run victim. She misunderstood me when she saw me with Dara. Dara is Bianca's best friend. But. At that time the situation was not favorable to me. Dara thinks me and Dara are....Ah.. forget!

I didn't know that Bianca suddenly came, and then went out of my room. I can't stop her from explaining what really happened. And at the same time, a car grabbed his body. Bianca died on the spot!"

Azka was silent after telling her past.

Maybe, I was wrong. I opened up my old wounds.

"More than two years after that, Dara was unceasingly approaching me. Until finally, I met your mother. I was disappointed at first, knowing that she had been married and had a child as big as you."

"But the more I knew him, the more I realized, I wasn't the one who suffered the most. Your mother always motivates me to do good as long as I can. Being a teacher is not my desire. I studied economics. I actually teach in our school. The late Bianca aspired to be a teacher, maybe I could make her dream come true."

Azka's hand was still focused on controlling her steering wheel. Realizing there was no comment from me, he looked at me.

"You don't want to comment on anything?"

"Is your life forever just to please others?", I asked flatly.

"You mean?"

"You became a teacher, because of the late Bianca. You married me also because of your will. Will you be like that forever?", now my gaze is on his bead.

"Najma.kamu don't..."

"Don't what? The reality is so Ka!"

Azka pulled the car over. Turn off the engine of the car.

"Are you jealous?", Azka looked at me sharply.

"What kind of question is that!", I returned the sentence to her.

Azka brought her face closer to me. What the hell is he doing?

"I've fallen in love with you. It didn't take me a week, I even fell in love with you when I said ijab kabul in front of the pengulu."

I gasped, it was impossible.

"Keep away!", I pushed his shoulder that was in front of me.

"Do you think I can easily turn away from your body?"

I'm speechless. Yeah, maybe so. Three years is not a short time. It might be that easy to forget.

"Anisa was good, but from the beginning I was close to her she never had any intention of being with me. Repeatedly I tried to propose to your mother, she always subtly refused. He is with me, but not with his heart. Your mother loved your father Na so much!"

I looked at the face of my husband who was still wearing his glasses.

"I was too eager to make your mother my wife, but the truth ..she only prepared myself for you."

I stared at the windshield of the car that was starting to fill with rain.

"I also want you to learn to love me. It doesn't have to be a week, a month a year and so on. I want our relationship to work out as it should."

"It's late, we're home!", take me.

On the way we were silent to each other.