My Brother's Substitute Role
Part 162 Opportunity
In the car.
Azmia and Alby were in one car, but there was one who spoke they were both silent with their thoughts.
Alby chose to focus on driving. Azmia closed her eyes even though she was not sleeping, but it was much better because she was nervous. Long time no see makes him nervous, confused to say what, what to talk.
The journey, which is usually an hour, is now almost two hours they just arrived home.
After the car is parked they enter the house because the time is already night so they choose to go directly to the room.
Azmia stopped her steps as she arrived in front of the room filled with memories.
"Come in!" Alby opens the door and invites Azmia to enter the room they used to occupy.
Azmia nodded then slowly stepped into the room. 'Nothing has changed in this room is all the same as it used to be, why did Mas Alby not keep or throw away all our memories, ' inner Azmia. He was surprised by the situation in the room that had not changed at all.
"Mas deliberately did not change this room so that Mas always remember our memories. I don't want this room changed in the slightest, even though one day Mas remarries, but Mas will never let anyone else set foot in our room," alby said as if he understood what was on Azmia's mind.
Azmia was silent. He doesn't know what to say.
"Rest, if you're tired!" alby.
Azmia nodded, but she was confused where to sleep. Want to step onto the bed afraid of being wrong, to the sofa afraid of being wrong as well so he just stood still on the spot.
"Just sleep in the bed, just calm down Mas will not be anything," said Alby.
Heard Alby's words. Azmia gave a small smile then stepped her feet on the mattress and then laid her body that felt melted.
"Although tonight will be our last night, but Mas is happy because at the end of our farewell we can spend time with you," said Alby while gently stroking Azmia's head wrapped in hijab. "May I ask you something?" ask Alby.
"By," Azmia replied.
"Give me one sure reason why you chose to split up?"
"Didn't Azmia say, Mia just want Mas to be happy with the choice of the heart of Mas, so that Mas is free to choose women who fit the criteria, so that Mas is not bound by this forced marriage. Azmia melted to survive this marriage," Azmia explained.
"Have you never been happy with our marriage?" ask Alby.
"No. Mas Alby always scratches the wound in Mia's heart, planting the wound so deep that it's hard to forget" Azmia replied.
"Sorry." That's all that came out of Alby's mouth.
"Thank you for the one year you've been willing to accompany me, spend time with me, if you're happy Mas is also happy" Alby said.
Azmia remained silent and did not answer.
"Sleep well and have a good dream!" alby then without warning he immediately kissed Azmia on the forehead.
Azmia closed her eyes pretending to be asleep.
'Forgive Mia, Mas. May one day Mas Alby get a better wife than Mia, Azmia's inner self. Shortly thereafter he was completely asleep in his sleep.
While Alby can not close his eyes he continues to look at the face of his wife who will soon change status to ex-wife. Alby doesn't want to miss the opportunity Azmia is giving him at the moment. The gaze continued to see every inch of his wife's face that looked more beautiful than before when she was with him. Tired of continuing to look at Azmia's face without feeling Alby also fell asleep.