My Friend to My Husband
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The night was getting late, in this room Zaniah was hugging the body of the husband tightly. Several times the woman even asked Firhan to kiss her forehead. For a long time she did not spoil her husband.

However, there was something different this time according to Zaniah. She broke her arms from Firhan's body and looked into her husband's face, who seemed to be thinking about something.

“Mas, why?” tanyanya.

Zaniah's hand directed the husband's gaze to look at her.

Firhan turned his eyes to the wife. How could he be okay with his wife. While his mind was reflected on the incident last afternoon.

“Mas, what's up? You don't want to be close to me?” The question that was thrown from Zaniah instantly made Firhan's head shake quickly.

“Not, Niah. It's not. I'm it's okay. Sorry I was just thinking about work. Come to sleep, Mas tired.” said Firhan who deliberately avoid the wife.

Feeling tired, of course Zaniah was indifferent and obeyed the husband's request to close his eyes.

Not only had Firhan closed his eyes, he actually re-opened his eyes when he heard the wife speak. “You do not do anything with Zeni right Mas?” tanya suddenly made Firhan's face stiffen.

A few moments quiet. “Yes my goodness why the hell? How tense mulu? Well I'm just the origin of it. It can't be like that.” Feeling funny Zaniah chuckles while turning her back on her husband.

Late in the cold of the night without the husband's embrace. Firhan chose to sleep on the edge of the mattress without any intention of hugging Zaniah. There was an uncomfortable feeling when he realized he felt like a dirty man.

Even in the legal bond of marriage, the lies that occur feel like betrayal. Without knowing the anxiety that has invaded Firhan's mind, in fact it is a sign that here Lillia is walking slowly and then closed the main door of the house.

“I'm sorry Zan, Mas Firhan. I can't continue this all.” said Lillia with tears streaming away from the house that so much drama she thought.

Every footstep he made of regret and guilt invaded his mind. The memory of how he and Zaniah shared their joys and sorrows, but now their relationship is very bad.

Even if it had made up, it still felt like there was a solid wall stretching between the two.

Tears also trickled when looking at his stomach that slightly protruded. “Honey, we fight together. I am sure I will try my best for you but we stay together without anyone else.” he said and wiped the tears that fell on both cheeks.

Lillia chose to walk further and further away from that elite housing. He looked left and right looking for a vehicle. However, the hour that was getting late in fact made him not find a single vehicle.

Until he arrived at the big road, he thought the only way back home was on foot.

Minute by minute he passed by on foot carrying his bag of clothes. None of the valuable things he had. Other than the cheap phones he had.

The crowded journey he went through until he arrived at the alley of his previous home. Lillia with sweat on her forehead finally arrived at the house she had not lived in for a long time.

His smile expands to see a place that is not comfortable in view but comfortable for him to live in. It was in this house that he found a calm that he did not feel in the house of his best friend.

Tired finally Lillia chose to clean the face and legs and then sleep in the restroom without air conditioning or fans.