My best friend Muhallil's husband
Untasteful

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

"Alisa, is what you're saying true? Never joke about it like this" asked Ameera firmly.

"Alisa's serious, sister. What's kidding for. Alisa just conveys what Lisa saw" replied Alisa.

Ameera was silent for a moment, feeling her heartbeat beating so fast. However, there was not the slightest bit of heartache or disappointment that was felt because of this news from Alisa.

"Do you know that woman, Lis?" ameera asked stammeredly, she was still trying to stabilize her beating heart.

"Lisa never saw it, sister. However, Aunt Wenda called her Risa," replied Alisa making Ameera's eyes round, but soon she smiled bitterly.

"Risa? Is that really the name you heard?" ask Ameera.

Alisa recalled the incident earlier this afternoon when she was still at the boutique where she worked.

The flashback

"Alisa, our important guest has arrived, you can get ready" said the boutique manager.

"Good, Brother." Alisa answered.

"Everyone is back to work well, serve our guests so they are satisfied and will come back here again" said the manager again gave direction to his subordinates.

Three women of different ages began walking into the boutique. Lisa and the manager still bowed to pay their respects to the guests they considered important.

"Welcome Miss Risa and Mr. Dion" the manager said with a friendly smile.

Hearing a familiar name to her, Lisa raised her head and looked at the man before her. Lisa and Dion exchanged looks for a while.

Dion's face turned pias when he saw Lisa standing straight in front of him and looked at him.

"Ma, ki-we just moved the boutique," said Dion suddenly made everyone surprised. Especially the boutique manager.

"Loh, why? This is the best boutique that has always been our subscription. We have also chosen a model here, why suddenly have to change?" his mother Risa protested with an unstoppable annoyed face.

"Sorry, Sir. What did we do wrong? Why did you suddenly want to cancel?" the manager asked in wonder. Because he didn't feel like he had done anything wrong.

Seeing the heat, Wenda nudged Dion's arm and whispered, "Dion, what are you doing? Don't make any more obscure riots! Don't make things messy!" whispered Wenda as she clenched her teeth.

"But, Mum. I saw it for myself, right? Here is Lisa's sister Ameera. What if he tells Ameera that I want to get married?" dion whispered.

"Then why? I'm pretty sure she won't complain to Ameera. You take it easy," replied Wenda.

"This is Risa's mother's boutique of choice. If you act like that, they will be suspicious and it could be that this wedding will be canceled. So, behave accordingly, Dion," added Wenda.

Dion sighed, again believing everything his mother said that was best for him.

"Now behave well, do not make Risa's parents hate you more because of your attitude," said Wenda.

Dion just nodded clumsily.

"I'm sorry, Dian had the wrong word," exclaimed Wenda smiling knots.

His mother Risa only looked at Wenda and Dion with the tip of her eyes, and was grieving dislikefully.

"Then, let's continue," said Risa breaking the silence.

Flashback off

"Yes, since it wasn't just Aunt Wenda who called that name, Lisa's boss also called her Miss Risa!" lisa explained.

It turns out what I think is true. But, why did Mas Dion marry Mbak Risa and approach me simultaneously? What's that supposed?"

Ameera wondered in her heart.

"Madamma, we've arrived" said Mang Kardi breaking Ameera's daydreams.

"Yes, Sir!" answer Ameera.

"Lis, we'll talk about it again, yeah. Brother has arrived at home and must prepare the needs of Mas Farhan first," said Ameera.

"Yes, Brother. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Ameera.

Five minutes, five minutes,

GECK

GECK

GECK

"Assalamualaikum, Meera!" farhan.

"Waalaikumsalam," said Ameera with a smile sumringah beautifully engraved.

"Mas, take a shower first let us eat together quickly. It feels like Meera is very hungry" said Ameera, who walked following her husband's footsteps.

Farhan turned around, almost their faces clashing that Ameera was not quick to reverse her steps.

"Ready, Honey. On request," Farhan replied, making Ameera smile again.

...*****...

After cleaning up and performing congregational prayers, Farhan and Ameera went down as usual.

Still at the end of the stairs, Ameera held her breath as she smelled something unpleasant on her nose. And also so stifling his breathing.

What's this smell? Ameera monologues in the heart.

"Meera, what's wrong with you?" ask Farhan.

"Ah? It's okay, Mum." Ameera answered quickly.

Ameera looked at Farhan's larger back in front of her. Suddenly a desire came from the bottom of his heart, eager to reach Farhan's arm and hold him. Walking together while laughing. However, fear also erupted in Ameera's chest.

"If I had been brave, it would have been very romantic" Ameera murmured.

"Are I really starting to love her? I can't always guess like this, I'm the one who has to figure out the answer, right away" for Ameera.

Farhan was sitting in his usual place, Ameera started to get rice and side dishes for her husband. However, he felt disgusted by the side dishes available in front of him. Just smell her she's reluctant.

But Ameera had no intention of saying anything.

After getting food for Farhan, Ameera sat down at his place.

"Meera, you're not eating?" tanya Farhan knitted his brows.

"No, Mas. Eat first" said Ameera.

"Why?"

"Ti-no taste, Mas!" ameera replied in a soft voice. Afraid that Bi Asih who was still near them felt offended by his words.

"No taste? Why?" farhan asked in a thunderous voice. Ameera deliberately played down her voice, but Farhan's voice was even that big.

Ameera bought her eyes, she glanced at Bi asih who was still calm.

"Alhamdulillah, Bi Asih did not hear," murmured Ameera.

"Why don't you have an appetite for food? How sick will it hurt?" farhan.

"Meera is not appetite, Mas. Meera is hungry, but not appetizing for this food in front of us" Ameera explained.

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