My wife Bad Girl
The Nineteen

Roma sighed slowly and arranged it as much as possible to reduce their nervousness after hearing the confession from Hanum just now.

Where has this girl been? Why after he married Micah, Hanum suddenly came and expressed feelings for him. Why not from the beginning when they were both in college. Of course Roma will not be this difficult in the face of the situation.

"Hanum, I-" Not until Rome finished her words was heard first a knock at the door.

Both of them turned their heads when the figure entered through the door that had not been closed perfectly earlier.

"Mikha," murmured Rome quietly. "Why did I forget him? Did he hear everything?" the Roman mind suddenly worried.

"Ah, Brother apparently again there is guidance on the same student huh. It seems like Hanum did not arrive on time, sorry yes," said Hanum so soft and graceful. This woman also wanted to get up from her seat.

"Oh that, we're just a moment .. That is, stay here" Roma told Hanum. About the Muslim girl who wears clothes covered with pasmina that covers her head to her chest.

Micah subconsciously directly compared Hanum's dressing style to his current self. Micah also touched the pasmina he was wearing just from nempel.

"Hanum just wait in the park, even if you have time," said Hanum still soft and very sweet in the ear.

Roma did not know what to answer, on the one hand there were things that he had to straighten with Hanum. After all his feelings towards the girl had long lodged in his heart.

And today the woman came suddenly to see him and said that to him, still wanting to talk to him about something.

While on the other hand, Rome already had responsibility towards a girl. Yes, where his presence was completely unexpected. With the temperament and nature that every day drain emotions and test patience.

"Is this a test from you, God?" the mind of Rome is completely in confusion.

"Sister, Brother!" call Hanum, because Rome seemed to be daydreaming for a while.

Even Micah had frowned. "His this why? Who is this woman really? Is it the ex who wants to talk back or the fan who expresses feelings?" micah's mind with all the flashing perceptions.

Rome gasped because it had unconsciously been pensive for a moment.

"Ah, sorry. Yeah, I'll see you later, Hanum," said Roma clumsily. Somehow he felt nervous at the same time Micah was there.

Rome felt obliged to keep her heart this woman.

Isn't he thinking too much? What is Micah's business? What's the deal with Hanum?

"Well, Hanum said yes brother, Assalamualaikum," said this twenty-two-year-old woman who always called Rome as a sister when they were only the difference in age of five months older Rome.

Micah was somewhat troubled by the way Hanum spoke which seemed to sound spoiled in his ears. It seems that if this woman, there are feelings for her husband.

"Eh, husband?" micah's mind closed his mouth.

Micah clucked slowly denying the contents in his mind.

"Sit here" said Roma, taking Micah to the sofa.

"What the hell called me here? I don't know if it's lunchtime and I'm a lager. If you want to show your girlfriend or ex who is beautiful, that oath is not really used to me!" the word Micah streaks until Rome widens its eyes and also stretches its jaws until the mouth is wide open aka gaping.

Meanwhile, Hanum walked over while throwing his smile. His lower gamers waved in the breeze like his heart which also seemed to float.

He did not expect to express his feelings for Rome. His college friend whom he had always admired and the only consideration was whether he would go to Al-Azhar or not.

Hanum had reached the park and he was waiting with a smile continuously imprinted on her beautiful face. It is not wrong if he advances first in expressing his feelings to men both morally and religiously.

Where else to look for typical men like Roma Al Qory. Because in this era the figure of a man who is balanced between morality and knowledge is very difficult.

Therefore, Hanum was even willing to give up his opportunity to gain knowledge in a distant place because he was afraid that his opportunity to get a priest candidate like Rome would not come again a second time.

Hanum thought his relationship with Rome was good and the man often paid attention to her. Roma also seemed to always try to protect him, when both were still in college at that time.

"Sir Rome. Hanum hope, you also have the same feeling. Hanum could not bear to act like Sayidah Fatimah in loving Sayyidina Ali in silence. Hanum, want to love you like Sayyidah Khadijah in loving the Prophet Muhammad," muttered Hanum with two cheeks that met red like Sayyidah Aisyah bint Abu Bakr As-shiddiq.

Hanum moved his legs until the iron swing he was sitting on swung his body slowly.

His smile never faded, adorning his beautiful and beautiful face. If only he had known that the man he was referring to had a wife. Is that smile still as beautiful as a rainbow or will it be as dark as a black cloud?

Inside the office, Micah was puzzled as to why Rome's expression was like that of him.

"Who's ex? I have never had a lover before" Rome denied, taking something out from under the table, and placing it before Micah.

A few food boxes made Micah happy but unable to take his mind off the figure of the beautiful woman just now.

"Then who was it? Even he said miss everything?" micah's girlfriend was curious, too.

Gluey!

Rome was hard to swallow.

"Eh, how do you know? You ... nguping yes?" roma asked to act relaxed when his heart dag-dig-dug not careless. Thinking of what Micah's response was after knowing Hanum's expression.

The woman whom Rome had hoped to be a companion for life. In fact, this barbarian girl who came suddenly on her bed until they were married that day.

Without any preparation including mental.

"Heh, I'm not nagging ya. You're the one who called me on purpose for showing off!"

...Seriate...