My best friend Muhallil's husband
Moving to a New Home

"If Mas's reason was so that Dion would never see you again, how?" farhan.

Ameera was still speechless, not daring to answer anything as she saw Farhan's serious face while saying those words.

Ameera was still silent, choosing not to answer Farhan's words that made him excited. The atmosphere was silent as they both looked in other directions.

It seems like my words earlier offended him, Inner Farhan

God, what should I tell him? If I say it's okay, doesn't that mean I don't think about Mas Dion anymore. It's the same as giving hope to Mas Farhan, isn't it? I am afraid of my own words....

Ameera let out a heavy long breath. Caught in Farhan's ear.

"Meera, are you sick?" asked Farhan who had turned his attention to the Wife.

"No, Mas. Just unintentionally sighed that heavily," he replied with a clumsy smile. He cursed himself for breathing the weight of life.

But, every long breath we take does represent a feeling of its own. Relieve the burden of the mind, and throw away all excessive anxiety and worry.

"Mas, we've been walking for about forty-five minutes, right? But it hasn't arrived yet. Is it still very far away?" ameera asked who was very curious.

"It's not far away anymore. If you feel sleepy, you can rest" suggested Farhan.

Ameera remained silent, did not answer and did not do what Farhan said.

Ameera just stared at the streets that began to stretch because it had started to enter working hours. So, most of the people who passed by on the streets because the work had started to subside. Making Farhan more free to drive his car quite fast.

After some time later, the car they were riding in began to turn themselves into a yard that looked luxurious and magnificent.

When the security guard still opened the main gate for them to enter, from the car alone Ameera was able to see the splendor of the house they would stop by. But, he did not think that it was the house they would occupy later on.

He was so amazed by all the interiors that were decorated and engraved in every corner that looked so detailed.

"Masha Allah, the house is very nice" he said, amazed by what his eyes saw.

Farhan only glanced at Ameera who was still amazed by their prospective home, but he still did not say anything.

The towering white iron fence looks like a royal palace fence, the milky cream colored pillars that definitely stand firm make the house look even more majestic when the eyes look at it. And the carvings in every corner make the house look very beautiful.

"Whose house is this, my man? Why are we staying here?" ameera asked Farhan who had been silent since then while hearing his words of praise.

"Later you will know" Farhan replied as he stroked the head of the veil-covered Ameera.

"Is this Mas Farhan's house? You feel tired, Mom?" tanya Ameera. That was how he was, it would be even more chatty if the one question he uttered was not answered.

"Your chatty dose is growing huh, Meera?"

Ameera's face is getting bent. Pouting with pursed lips. Feeling upset that many questions were asked, none of them were answered. In fact, he was very curious.

Farhan returned to his car. Along the road they pass, on the left and right side there is a stretch of park. There are many types of flowers that Ameera likes. There are various types of colorful flowers that have been arranged neatly.

The longer, the scenery is presented the more spoil the eyes of Ameera. Ameera found it hard to turn away. He only noticed the expanse of flowers and trees that added to the beauty of the streets they passed.

His curiosity became more and more so, but he chose to be patient to wait. In accordance with the words of her husband earlier, soon she will also know whose house it belongs to.

After arriving at the main door, there were already some people who welcomed the arrival of Ameera and Farhan.

Ameera got down from the car while continuing to pay attention to her surroundings. There were many ARTs welcoming them, then where was the owner of this house. Why not welcome them, he thought.

"Welcome Mr. Farhan and Mrs Ameera" they exclaimed in unison. Confusion is clearly visible from Ameera's face.

"Isn't that sentence ambiguous? Can't he tell me the exact location? It's very disrespectful like that, "gruntle Ameera spoke for herself.

"It means being in the trunk of a car" Ameera said, helping to explain Farhan's ambiguous remarks. Afraid that the ARTs could not understand Farhan's intentions.

In fact, they have been very understanding with Farhan's temperament that seems cold and not neko-neko. So, they must know what his master meant without even being made clear.

The ART were smiling kindly in response to Ameera's words. They nodded and bowed as Farhan and Ameera went through them.

When entering the house, Ameera was more amazed by the interior and design of the house that was very luxurious and neat. It can be estimated that the goods there must be exorbitant prices.

"The furniture is very good, Mas." Ameera still faithfully surrounded the area of the house. He stood in his place, only his eyes went around looking at the luxury that made him cluck in awe earlier.

"Yes. All of these furniture are specially ordered by Mama. Some are obtained from auctions and many antiques here, too" explained Farhan.

"How do you like our new home?" farhan asked, making Ameera's eyes growl in shock. I can't believe what he just heard.

" This is our house, is it?" ask Ameera to make sure. Afraid that he heard wrong.

However, one nod from Farhan made him immediately believe that this was indeed the house they would occupy.

It's fair that Mas Farhan won't allow me to carry anything but clothes. I still think our house is very small. Apparently, God is once.

"Mas, Meera, I'm sorry" said Ameera.

"Why?"

"So Meera had a bad time thinking about you" he admitted.

"You must think our house is very small, right? Because Mas won't let you carry anything," said Farhan and got a nod from Ameera.

As they were talking, there were several ARTs coming in and marching near Ameera.

"Meera, this is Bi Asih. He will help you cook. If you want something, you can tell him directly" Farhan explained.

"And this one is Bi Jum. He will help you clean this house" explained Farhan again. Then he turned to the young lady who was also wearing a servant uniform near Bi Jum. "They will also help Bi Jum clean the house. If there's anything you need, you can call them."

"That's Mang Kardi, he is a private driver that has been specially prepared for you. If you're going to travel anywhere you can ask Mang Kardi to drive you," Farhan pointed to the not-so-old man wearing the driver's uniform.

Ameera also read a nametag that read the name Kardi.

"This is Mang Ujang, he is the head of the security guard in this house. And the two men are guards who are also in charge of maintaining the security of this house and also you" said Farhan.

Ameera smiled at everyone who was there.

"Please help all of you in the future" said Ameera.

"Mrs, where will these things be put?" ask an ART man carrying a bag containing Ameera's clothes.

"Bring to the master room" Farhan said.

"Come, we go into the room." With his wife, Farhan and Ameera step into the room in an elevator.

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