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Dion's Request

But Farhan was always astonished. Whenever Dion contacted Ameera, she never answered the call from her ex-husband. Nor refuse, just silence while occasionally looking at his phone.

Is it because he exists? Then, why?

However, Farhan remained silent with a million questions roaming freely in his mind.

Ameera's device has vibrated several times. Ameera finally answered the call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, hello?" Ameera.

"Ameera, when are you coming home? I've missed you so much" asked Dion.

"It seems like you really miss me enough, until my greetings are not answered," Ameera said.

Hearing Ameera's words that Farhan thought were quite cruel, the man laughed until he choked on his own saliva.

"Uhukk!" Farhan coughed as he laughed at Dion.

"Mas, are you okay? It's a drink first." Ameera offered Farhan a glass of water while patting the back of the man.

"It's okay, Meera. Thank you." Thank you."

After making sure Farhan was okay, Ameera spoke to Dion again.

"Meera?" call Dion, of course the conversation between Ameera and Dion can be heard by Farhan because the volume of the sound of Ameera's phone is quite large at that time.

"Yes?"

"Why are you so concerned about him? He just choked, not killed. Don't over indulge him and familiarize him with your presence, Ameera!" said Dion clucked irritably because he felt Ameera had been too attentive to others.

"Mas, Mas Farhan is now my husband. After all, he did need my help. What harm?" sahut Ameera's.

"Wrongly because you're getting too used to him by your presence! Remember the purpose of your marriage, Ameera. What if he won't let you go? You have to think about that, too" Dion lamented. And Farhan's ears can catch all those conversations.

"Mas! How many times have I told you, don't talk like that. Marriage is a sacred bond!" ameera protested, she seemed to have felt

annoyed.

Ameera still loves Dion. But, even so, I still want to make her happy. Didn't make her regret marrying me for even a moment.

"Then what should I call it? Now that you give her your phone, I want to talk!"

Ameera gave her phone to Farhan who had been busy playing her gadget since. As Ameera gave her the phone, Farhan raised her eyebrows. Pretending not to understand Ameera's intentions. "What is this, Meera?"

"Mas Dion wants to talk."

Farhan took Ameera's phone, "It just so happens that Mas will go to the toilet, if Mas talks while heading there it's okay, right?" farhan.

"It's okay, Mommy."

"Well, you wait here for a minute." Farhan stroked Ameera's hijab and immediately stepped into the toilet.

"What's wrong? Why do you want to talk to me?" asked Farhan who had expected this. Since hearing Dion's words that made him unhappy, it felt like he wanted to immediately meet Dion and beat up the disrespectful mouth.

"Han, when are you going to divorce Ameera? You guys should have had intercourse, right? Then you can drop the talaq on him so he can come back to me." Dion made Farhan's emotional level increase.

"Don't call me that. As I recall, we're not that familiar."

"And I told you, too, that I left all the final decisions to Ameera."

"Can't you drop the talc as soon as possible?"

"Why? You feeling scared? Afraid I'm better than you and make Ameera fall for me, her husband. And forget about you, ex-husband?" sindir Farhan's.

Dion snorted in annoyance.

"You should have realized, Farhan. You married Ameera just to get me and her back. Don't get yourself too far."

"But I don't feel that way. Marriage is a sacred bond, I don't like to play with marriage like you do. Better, you ask your mother first, whether she approves of your relationship or not. I'm afraid Ameera will regret it more when she gets back to you!" cibir Farhan's.

"Don't like taking care of other people's private lives, Farhan! You better find a better job so that your life becomes more established" Dion replied in a clearly mocking tone.

Hearing Dion taunt him like that, he only smiled smirked yet was invisible to Dion.

Looking for a job to get my life settled?

"You won't be able to compete with me in any way. Judging from the work you've lost a lot. Especially if you want to compete for Ameera's love, of course you're far behind."

"The job is an easy thing. The sustenance will come to every man who tries hard. And as for matters of the heart, you will not be able to precede God. Allah SWT is the One who turns over one's heart,"

"And I want to warn you one thing, I don't like to toy with marriage. I'll never look at Ameera the way you want. I'll leave the final decision in his hands, if he wants to get away from me, let him try to break this bond."

Farhan immediately cut off the phone connection unilaterally. He leaned his back against the wall near the toilet. Putting her hair back and breathing rough.

He could not hide, pain and fear mixed within him. He was too cowardly for one thing, namely expressing his feelings for the wife who never showed his love for Farhan.

She was afraid that if she expressed her feelings, Ameera would refuse and leave her immediately.

"Sir, your partner asked you to come back there immediately. He's been waiting too long" said one of the servants who met Farhan.

(Master, your partner is asking you to go back there immediately. He's been waiting too long.)

"Oh yes, thank you." Farhan replied with a friendly smile.

(Ah yes thank you)

The servant nodded and retreated from in front of Farhan with a smile.

"I almost forgot about Ameera. I left him alone and it had been too long" Farhan murmured as he walked towards the table they were sitting on.

"Mas, why so long? What are you guys talking about?" ameera asked who looked very curious.

Farhan only replied with a smile.

"We'll eat first. We'll talk about it later. Shouldn't we eat while talking?" Farhan said as smooth as possible so that the wife did not take offense.

"Hem, I'm sorry Meera. Yes, let's eat!" bring him.

They started eating, just keeping quiet. Not making a sound.

However, throughout the meal, Farhan constantly stared at his wife's face. Like wanting to say something but being held back.

"Alhamdulillah, it's over, Mommy?" ask Ameera softly.

"Already, Meera."

After paying for their fantastic food, they returned to the inn.

Farhan's car again split the streets that began to deserted. The cold night wind began to blow away the leaves strewn across the street. However, it does not reduce the speed of the car they drive when splitting the road. Their cars are getting pushed to get to their destination.

Along the way, Farhan remained silent, clenching his lips tightly. In fact, not once did he look to his wife who had been watching his behavior.

Since entering the car, Farhan tuned music to accompany their journey. Whether he was on purpose or not, but Ameera was uncomfortable with the cold war that was going on.

He continued to look at Farhan's face which continued to pay attention to the stretch of road they were passing through.

"Mas, is there anything that bothers you?" ask Ameera.

"Nothing."

"Honestly, Mom. Did Mas Dion ask you to divorce Meera?"

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