My Friend to My Husband
Marry Mas Firhan
Hotel
being in the middle of the city with high buildings towering, became a place of dispute
the sadness of that handsome man. Firhan rolled up his shirt arm, water
his eyes fell while looking ahead.
Buildings
high looks very neatly arranged. Unfortunately, the focus this time continues
the wife's words and face just now. His heart was so full of hearing words
Zaniah.
“Married
Zeni, Man. That way we'll have the child he's carrying. Marry enough
him, Mas. Zeni is pregnant.” Firhan shook his head while recalling
zaniah.
“No. I
it's impossible to get married again even if it's just a touchless marriage. I didn't
would ever want to. Zaniah, what made you give up like this?” It
down sad.
How
even he wanted children, it was only from the body and womb of the wife. Not from
any woman.
“Talk
with mom, it always has the same outcome. In what way I made Mom
stop?” firhan's mind was confused.
This problem
it is not a big thing in the home. Because Firhan is no problem if
they don't have children right away or they don't even have children. However, the mother
always a thorn in their home.
Slowly it
also lay down the body on the mattress release tired body. There is no wine or
the woman who helped him let go of the sadness at that time. Firhan just wants to
alone without anyone bothering. He wanted to cool his mind for a moment.
“I
husband, Zaniah. How can you willingly share your status with others.
Even he's your best friend?” lirih Firhan asked after that he fell asleep deep
quietness.
Differ
with the situation elsewhere.
That night
starting to say hello makes Zaniah not want to waste time. After crying, satisfied,
the woman decided to come to the house of her best friend, Lillia Zeni.
“Zen, I
please accept my request. I really need you, Zen.” At
zaniah's journey weeps wishing his purpose tonight to the friend's house
will pay off.
Up to two
twenty minutes passed, now the car driven by Zaniah arrived in front
the friend's home page.
“Bismillah..”
Tok tok tok tok
Knock
the door was heard several times in front of the house.
“Zen! Zeni!”
Call Zaniah trying on the doorstep of a simple house.
Unfortunately
several beats, Zaniah still did not get results.
“Zan,”
suddenly Zaniah looked back. There he smiled even with his eyes
he saw the friend standing with an empty basket in his hand.
“Zeni, you
just home? Mercifully. I have to talk to you.” Zaniah said directly without
stale base.
Hears
the words of the friend, Zeni just scrunched her forehead.
“Zaniah,
nights like this you come here. What was? Let's just open the lock for a second
yeah?” Then they went into the house until Zaniah was there
shedding tears.
Zaniah
crying covered her face as Zeni helped her sit on the wooden chair inside the house.
“Zan, there
whahuh? Tell me.” said Zeni hugging while rubbing her back
companions.
“Zen, I
please listen to me this time. Please help me, Zen. I don't know anymore
please same who.” Zaniah was even seen cupping his hands in
front chest.
Soon Zeni
nods. “Say, Zan. What was? I'll definitely help you. I'm working on.”
answer Zeni.
“My parents
forcing me to grant my husband marriage to his ex, Zen.” Tears
Zaniah fell down without being able to hold on anymore.
Lillia's mouth
Zeni gaped in disbelief hearing it all. Well, he knew this was bound to happen
this afternoon Zaniah came home from his home after getting the phone call
in-law.
“Yes
Seriously your in-laws talk like that, Zan? Mas Firhan how did he respond?
He can't possibly want to, right? I know you love each other. You guys will definitely
fine.” said Zeni gives spirit.
Zaniah only
sobbing shaking his head. “Married to Mas Firhan, Zen. Help me.
Me too and Mas Firhan are helping you. I beg you, Zen.” Zaniah with a heart
pain and a very sad face he cupped both hands Zeni.