My Husband's Second Love
Episode 131

"Feel knows it!" rumi's face pouted. He slammed his body on the work chair belonging to. While Juna came first and was scrolling his device.

Juna listened patiently, "Nehan again?"

"Hem."

"She's babbling all night. By the way, muters,"

"Say I want to go out of the house outside work hours, should be alone first, make mom worry, pity Ken who is waiting at home."

"She forgot that she had forgotten her son because of another woman."

Juna looked at Rumi's face full of love, without saying anything. Just shut up and listen without interrupting or interrupting. Smiles continue to decorate his face.

"There's something wrong with my face" so it's wrong to look at it without blinking.

"No," still a smile.

"Cock-smile?" Rumi opened the bag and took out a small makeup glass, saw the reflection of her face on the glass and pecked at the makeup, "there's nothing weird about it."

"I told you, you are beautiful as always."

"Ih..." Rumi blushed to hear Juna's words.

"maha..." Juna laughed, "together with you it's always fun."

Rumi threw away her face, not only because of embarrassment but also trying to hold back a heartbeat that must have been clearly visible through her face.

"Just let Nehan, maybe he needs some time to accept that you no longer have a bond."

Rumi listened while giving heartfelt praise to the man in front of her.

"Nine more years is not a short time, must be a lot of memories that you two have made. There's Ken among you. You just have to understand and be patient with Nehan."

Ah, why is her ex-husband not as mature as the man who is now sitting in front of her.

Unknowingly Rumi started comparing the two.

"How is the student registration process?"

Yeah, it's better to talk about work, than my brain starts slamming everywhere, "all I've left to the teacher and the principal, mas."

"Good, it means we can eat together later in the day, right?!"

Rumi was silent, confused as to what to answer. Mas Han also asked her to meet, who to choose.

"Why silence, is there another show?" still looking at Rumi.

"Hemm," Rumi felt bad, "that's not it..."

"Continue..., just tell me, this is about Han?"

Rumi smiled clumsyly, willing to refuse unpleasant but reject Nehan she did not have the heart.

"Okay, I'll take you to see Nehan."

"Hmm...what?! But..."

"It's okay Rum, I'll drop you off."

Maybe this is the best. For Mas Han to know the limits that can no longer be broken. Finally Rumi nodded.

It's better to tell Mas Han first. Rumi sent a short message telling Nehan that she was willing to fulfill her invitation. Rumi asked to be shown where they would meet. No need to be picked up, let alone going together.

I'm picking up Rum

What was I expecting, Mas Han immediately agreed? it won't be possible.

We meet on location or not at all.

Nehan read a reply from his ex-wife. Who are you going to come Rum with? With that weathered bujang? All right let's play a little.

All right, meet me at your Padang cooking depot.

Let's see what I'll do later if you come with Juna.

That afternoon the three met at the Padang cuisine depot which is often visited. Nehan sat down first. While Juna pulled a chair to occupy Rumi.

"Thank you, mas."

Cih, polite and romantic snobs—Nehan.

"That man should glorify women, Han."

Trying not to be offended and ignoring Juna, Nehan chooses to talk to Rumi.

"I want you to come with me after this, both of us," there's no choice but to be firm.

Rumi looked at Juna, asking for consideration and the sight made Nehan slightly rise in blood.

"Is he your husband, are you married?!" why is it so annoying to see Rumi who seems to ask permission from his best friend.

"Maybe not yet, but who knows someday God will match us both."

Nehan ignored Juna. He kept seeing Rumi.

"As long as you guys don't have a bond yet, I also have the same chance to get close to Rumi."

The atmosphere becomes uncomfortable. Rumi is between two men who want to show ownership. Arguments, even though they do not look at each other.

Rumi touched Juna's hand, "this time let me follow what Mas Han wants. You two are best friends, it's not appropriate to behave like this."

Nehan's eyes lit up seeing the two people in front of him touching each other. Emotions are impossible. She did not want Rumi to hate her. But if left to feel this heart's hot. After all why the weathered bachelor did not avoid Rumi's hand.

"Well, you can go with Nehan. Later tell me the location, I will pick you up when your business is done," Rumi asserted.

What's?! he can come home with me. I can drop him—Nehan.

"No need to bother, I drove my ex-wife home," now Nehan turned to see Juna.

"How about we just leave everything to the concerned?" Juna stands. Stroking Rumi's hair softly and saying goodbye, "i go first, but you shouldn't always follow Nehan's request. Let him know where he is."

"You...!" Nehan almost woke up from her seat, but then sat down again as Rumi glared at her.

"What was that, why did he touch you all he wanted?"

"Hand, hair, look at each other?!" Nehan could not bear to not vent his emotions.

"We also hugged each other, why..want to be angry, hurt?! As Mas Juna said earlier, you should know where you are now, mas."

Don't be provoked, your goal today is to show Rumi a new home.

"Here we go, we eat first, and then you come with me."

The rest of the time was spent actually eating, with no sound between the two, no topic of conversation to choose from. Who knows what's going on in each other's hearts.

The journey to the new house that Nehan bought was spent in silence. Fortunately, although it is not located in the city center, but the house is easy to reach.

A gate without a fence welcomed the two. Nehan parked his car in the yard without any trouble. It was seen that he had visited the house often.

"Who are we visiting?" Rumi gave a glance. This house seems rarely touched by humans. The yellowed leaves fell across the courtyard. From far away looks like a dusty porch tile. It was impossible for Nehan to invite him to visit someone in such a dirty house like this.

"Come," Nehan reached out. Lama Rumi let the hand hang in the air. Knowing that Rumi refused, Nehan finally relented and let Rumi walk on her own.

"You haven't answered my question, ma'am. Who are we visiting?"

"We don't visit anyone Rum."

"I just want to show you this house."

A very subtle look of astonishment was seen on Rumi's face, "this house, to me?"

"We will occupy this house after we repeat our marriage again later," Nehan said confidently, although Rumi later rejected it, but there was no doubt in his attitude.

"Feel in confidence you are."

Rumi sat on the steps on the terrace, wanting to laugh but her heart was flattered as well. Not the heart but there is an unavoidable anger.

"I'm flattered. But you should have done this years ago. Make me queen of your world. Not the ladies who serve only you, without being able to do anything I want. Even our house used to be exactly the same as the house of the father and mother."

"I'm glad to see you do this. But all too late, for me the past is a saving of memories that do not need to be opened. We have Ken, and that's enough for me. Give it to your life partner later. Ken and I have gotten used to everything as simple as it is today."

Nehan was stunned, not knowing what else to say. He took Rumi's hand and placed the house keys on it.

"Throw away the keys to this house if you don't want to!"

The man stood up. Glanced at Rumi who did not move from where she was sitting.

Throw away that key. I can replace the lock with a new one if you ever receive my proposal. Just so you know I won't back down until I see you tied up by another guy.