My best friend Muhallil's husband
Visiting Father

"Dion, I hope you can keep your mouth open to not say the wrong thing over and over again. You yourself also know best I hate it so much every time you say that! And you always repeat the same thing! I'm in love with my own husband and have nothing to do with you!" kecam Ameera's. He paid the bill for his food and took the package and left immediately. Leaving the silent Dion dumbfounded on the spot.

What did he call me? Dion's?

Dion's face flushed red, yet he stared at Ameera's back already walking away from him. In a hurry Dion paid her food bill and immediately ran after Ameera who had just wanted to step out of the door.

Dion wanted to ask why Ameera could call his name that way, there was no tenderness in every speech that Ameera made him rise black and want to express all the contents of his heart that felt very disappointed in Ameera.

Dion holds Ameera's arm and turns Ameera's body facing her. Dion's hand was immediately pushed aside by Ameera. No matter the looks of the people who pay attention to them.

"Ameera, why are you telling me" Dion fell silent immediately, his words stuck in his throat when he saw Ameera's face more red than her.

"What?" ask Ameera ketus. Makes Dion's guts shrivel.

"No-no, I-I just want to take you," Dion said, throwing his gaze in the other direction.

"No need!" answer Ameera ketus.

Dion stared at Ameera's face, the woman still trying to swallow her anger so as not to explode.

"It's okay. It won't trouble me. Come on, I'll take you!" said Dion pushy, he felt Ameera refused his invitation just because she felt awkward.

Dion held Ameera's arm. And again Dion's hand was pushed back, even stronger this time.

"Don't touch me!" kecam Ameera who further sharpened her gaze.

"Ameera, what's wrong with you? I just want to take you home" Dion defended himself.

"You didn't hear me, I said it wasn't necessary. There's a driver waiting for me." Ameera refused again.

"Roupier ... taxi?" dion asked, because he did not know that Ameera was escorted by a private driver.

"Whatever! Assalamualaikum" said Ameera and immediately left Dion.

Dion did not reply, he was only stunned on the spot while watching Ameera who was walking away from him. His eyes bought in shock when he saw a driver dressed to open the door of a luxury car that was fantastic for Ameera.

"Private driver? Whose car is that?" mumbling Dion.

Dion ran towards the car, wanting to ask who the owner of the car was. But he lost quickly, the car had already darted far away breaking up the crowd.

"Ahhh, shit, shit, shit!" screeched Dion while hitting the wind.

"But, there's no way it belongs to Farhan, right? There's no way he can surpass me. If that were to happen, I would be crushed, even the hope of returning to have Ameera would also vanish!" Dion clucked in annoyance.

...*****...

Ameera reached home, she stood in front of her house while continuing to pay attention to the circumstances around her.

"Nothing has changed" murmured Ameera.

Just as he was about to go inside, there was suddenly the laughter of a man from behind.

"Of course nothing has changed. You haven't been home in a few days. Not for years" said Arman from behind.

"Dad?" greet Ameera and crucify her father.

"Daddy from anywhere?" ameera asked while helping push her father's wheelchair.

"From the garden" replied Arman.

"Well, Ameera brought me my favorite meal" Ameera said, showing me some bags of food.

"Thank you, son. Your presence alone has made Dad very happy."

"Well, said Mas Farhan, there will be a baby sitter who will take care of Dad. But, Meera sees no one here" cried Ameera after being content to wander.

"Dad rejected it," replied Arman making Ameera link her eyebrows.

"Why, Dad? Should anyone be guarding? Otherwise, I'll just stay with Ameera, okay? Mas Farhan will definitely allow," Ameera persuaded.

"Well...?"

"It's okay, son. Don'worry. Occasionally come to cook just spend time worrying about the state of this healthy Dad?" seloroh Arman's.

In fact, Arman's reason for rejecting only one, was because he didn't want to trouble anyone because of his circumstances. Although sometimes he had to limp to achieve something, but as long as he could achieve it, he did not want to trouble anyone.

Ameera let out a long sigh, she understood how her father wanted. But, if Arman had already said one, then he would not have changed his stance to another.

Because when Ameera came it was almost lunch time, Ameera prepared lunch. Heated the food that Alisa had cooked.

"Alisa wanted to take a leave of absence. But, his boss said today there is an important person who will do the fitting of the wedding dress. So, he was not given leave. Instead, when given leave later he will visit your home" said Arman.

"No problem, Dad. If given long life, Ameera can come back to visit you at any time" replied Ameera.

Not felt, so cool they were chatting to release the longing that the last two weeks had entwined the heart and mind.

The clock was five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was soon Farhan's time to go home.

"Well, Ameera has to go home now. Mas Farhan is coming home soon, so Ameera has to go home before she gets home."

Arman smiled.

"Yes, be careful, son."

Ameera yanks Arman and gets into the car. Only ten minutes passed, Alisa rushed to run and entered the house.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother Ameera?" call Alisa with a tired yet calm face.

"Getishalight." Arman.

"Dad, where is Brother Ameera? Didn't it come?" alisa asked while kissing the back of her father's palm.

"So, and just now he came home" replied Arman again.

"Oh yeah... Alisa misses him a lot. Even going home without waiting for Lisa first," said Lisa limp, she sat on a chair and leaned back and turned her head to the ceiling of the house.

"His husband is coming home soon. Rather than waiting for you, it's more important to wait for her husband" Arman said with a laugh.

"But, Dad. Alisa had harbored this long feeling of longing. Today, Meera came to the house and did not want to wait for Alisa. Alisa deliberately sped up Lisa's work in order to rush to meet Ameera!" said sulking.

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"You can come to his house, just like he was when he was married to Dion" Arman said.

Hearing Arman's name being called, Alisa suddenly remembered something.

"Alisa, where are you going?" arman asked when he saw Alisa suddenly run into the room.

"Brand, Dad." Alisa replied by raising her voice tenor.

After being in the room, Alisa immediately contacted Ameera who was still on her way home.

"Assalamualaikum, sister." said Alisa.

"Waalaikumsalam, are you home from work?" ask Ameera.

"Yes, Lisa hastily prepared all the work, but she knew Brother had come home" he said with a disappointed sigh.

"Next time we meet again, yeah. Brother must go home soon because soon Mas Farhan is also time to go home" said Ameera.

"It's okay, Brother. Brother Meera, Lisa met Mas Dion. Mas Dion along with a woman doing fitting bridal clothes," explained Alisa.

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