My best friend Muhallil's husband
Go home

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

"Nothing." Farhan replied without even looking at his interlocutor. I don't know what he's thinking until he'd rather be quiet.

"Honestly, Mom. Did Mas Dion ask you to divorce Meera?" ameera's question took Farhan by surprise, but she covered up all her shock and stayed in her silent mode.

Seeing Farhan still silent and unwilling to explain anything, Ameera sighed softly.

"Mas...?" call Ameera again. This time he held Farhan's arm for the man to turn to him.

Farhan's hand touched by Ameera moved to hold the top of his wife's head covered with the hijab. He stroked his wife's head while letting out his usual sweet smile. However, he still did not say anything.

After several strokes of Ameera's head, Farhan returned to driving and focused only on looking ahead without looking back at Ameera who was still staring at her.

"Mas, why are you quiet like this?" ameera asked again, she just wanted to get clarity, not be put away like this.

Farhan was silent, answering nothing.

An upset Ameera turned off the music that was on, and it caught Farhan's attention.

"Mas, why are you like this? What did Dion say?" ameera asked again, looking at Farhan's face.

"Is this all my fault?"

"Is this all my bad luck, Mas? Until I was divorced by my husband and married my best friend. Even without love, I have to live it. Is this all my fault?" Ameera persisted in her sigh, her tears were already brewing in her eyes. Ready to jump in free soon.

"But Meera doesn't want anything like this either, Mas. Allah SWT who has outlined the destiny of my life like this. I'm just a weak man, Mom. Unable to resist his power," said Ameera and tears that had been born, now broke through the dam of his defense.

"I also want to live happily with the people I love, Mas. I also don't know why I still love Mas Dion, after what he did, somehow my love is still fixed for him, I don't know!" Ameera vented all her heart, and she breathed out all the grievances that she had been deeply pending.

"Mas Farhan, if you feel sorry about our marriage, then leave me alone."

DEG!

DEG!

DEG!

Hearing Ameera's last words, Farhan's heart raced extremely fast. Shutter instantly, he pressed the brake and the car managed to stop suddenly.

Ameera was shocked and her body staggered forward. After the car completely stopped, Farhan immediately pulled Ameera's body into his arms. Hugged his wife's body tightly.

Then, have you never tried to love me the slightest thing? Is it after I do everything, you still love Dion? This is what always lingers in my mind.

"Meera, I'm sorry. I just feel exhausted until I don't realize I've silenced you like that."

Ameera tried to break their arms, but Farhan hugged his wife's body stronger.

"I'm sorry if you think I'm selfish, Mom. However, I cannot lie to you and myself by pretending to love you. It will only hurt the feelings of both of us" explained Ameera.

Farhan nodded and went back to apologizing.

She wanted to say love to Ameera, but her mouth froze. The word love is not spoken according to hope, courage is not enough. His fear began to return to the air.

She was afraid that Ameera would feel burdened with her declaration of love. Feeling confused with Farhan's feelings and eventually avoiding him and avoiding him. And Farhan did not get a chance to make Ameera's heart non-creature and they kept their marriage.

"Yes, we're home now!"

Ameera nodded, Farhan returned to drive his car.

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This morning, Farhan and Ameera are having breakfast, and soon they will be packing. Today was a week in Scotland and it was time to go home.

After breakfast, Ameera went into her room and packed up their belongings. Put everything in a suitcase.

"It's over, Meera?" asked Farhan while buttoning his shirt.

"Already, Mas. I've also made sure there's nothing left, right?"

Farhan looked at the clock wrapped around his wrist.

"Meera, the time is almost here. Let's go now to the airport."

Ameera nodded. However, upon arriving at the door, Ameera still looked inside like she was observing the contents of the room.

"Why do you still live there? Let's hurry now" said Farhan resuscitated Ameera.

Ameera smiled awkwardly, but Farhan found her looking at the room as if she did not want to part.

"Meera just didn't expect time to pass this fast, Mas. So soon we have to leave this place" he said, who still looked at every corner of the room he had lived in this week.

"Why? You don't want to go back to Indonesia?" ask Farhan.

"Not, it's just ... Meera was already comfortable with this place," he said, turning to look at Farhan.

"Later if there is free time we will visit this place again. If we can, we'll come with our extended family. Including our grandchildren later," said Farhan while staring at Ameera's face.

"Yes already. Let's go to the airport now, Mas."

They walked down the corridor of the hotel. Walk in unison while holding hands. Make people cheer with envy with visible harmony.

But again, the sweetness outside, can not guarantee that the whole will also taste sweet.

While on the plane, Ameera just chose to close her eyes.

They were almost on the trip all day. They finally arrived at their native land. The Earth Earth is very beautiful and its natural wealth is abundant.

"Dad knows we're back today?" farhan asked as he dragged their luggage. With the casual jerseys he used, it made his appearance even more dazzling. Sunglasses that perched on the nose of his nose even make his handsome face more so-so. Making the women who passed by him not glance enough once.

However, despite being glimpsed by many women, all that could thrill his heart was Ameera, the halal lover.

"Already, Mas. Dad is waiting for us at home" Ameera replied as she occasionally glanced at the enchanted Farhan.

"Farhan...!" someone shouted to call Farhan's name. But the one who looked towards the voice was not only Farhan. Ameera also looked at the sound because she felt memorized by the sound.

A woman ran over to Farhan and Ameera, who were found in the place where they stood.

"When you meet, you often wear semi-formal suits. Now having the luck of being able to see you wear a shirt like this. You're so handsome Farhan," praised Erlin by spreading her sweetest smile.

Farhan was silent, even his sunglasses were still faithfully perched on the trunk of his nose.

"Farhan, don't you remember me? I'm Erlin. We meet often," cried Erlin introduced himself but Farhan did not receive Erlin's helping hand, making the woman immediately retract her hand with a clumsy smile.

Now Erlin looked to his right, Ameera looked at him as well.

"Why are you with him? Where did you guys end up? Hijab but traveling together with men! Really, it's inappropriate for the hijab to stick to your head!" sneer Erlin as she flicked her long hair down.

"We just got back from Scotland!" ameera answered, still smiling.

"Farhan, why don't you take me along," Erlin whined spoiledly wagging Farhan's arm.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Don't touch a man."

"Why? Is it only you who can?" murmur Erlin.

"It would be wrong for a husband and wife to travel?" cetus Ameera made Erlin shut up.

Fuck shit shit! He was five steps ahead of me! But, what if he's your husband. You're just a temporary couple.

"Oh? I heard from Dion, you guys got married only temporarily, right? Just to get him back on Dion!" he said while smiling smirk.

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