New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
Destroyed in vain

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The car carrying Aisha had now stopped at the airport, Aisha came down with a slightly hesitant step, her body and heart feeling out of step. He began to wonder to himself, was it the right decision he had made at this moment? Is it right if he chooses to leave his household and hopes to find his happiness?

However loathed Aisha, but still the figure of Faris once reigned quite deep in her heart, even until now her name is still nested even though Aisha tried hard to forget it. His heart hesitated a little to actually go and end it all, but it turned out that his pain and disappointment were able to shake off all those doubts. Aisha closed her eyes again to reassure herself if her decision was right before she actually stepped back into the airport.

Aisha immediately stepped into the ticketing section, showing the online ticket also handing over her passport. Before passing through a series of examinations, Aisha seemed to speak in a slight whisper to the officer there, seeming for a while the officer looked a little thoughtful before finally nodding.

But as hard as Aisha tried to face her choice, in fact the tears returned to flow when the plane that carried her was now really floating in the air. Aisha is not a strong woman, but she also does not want to look weak, especially in front of people who have planted sharp thorns in her heart.

“May be you need it.” (Maybe you need this) Suddenly a Latin-faced steward thrust a handkerchief in front of Aisha's face.

Aisha, who was sobbing, looked up when she saw a burly hand offering her a handkerchief.

He was angry because he felt bad with other passengers before receiving the handkerchief, lucky in business class there are only a few people and they are now asleep.

The steward nodded his head again when he found Aisha who never received her handkerchief.

“Thanks.” Aisha said softly and then grabbed the handkerchief.

“Crocodiles should not be dangisin. You are beautiful, don't worry.” The flight attendant said as if understanding Aisha's sadness, and suddenly she bowed, picked up a blanket that had fallen and then spread it back to Aisha.

Aisha suddenly felt bad to be treated like that, especially by a foreign man, while her status is still as a wife.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything,” she said before passing, but Aisha just nodded politely.

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After completing his prayer, Faris' heart was a little calmer, although still he did not deny if the anxiety about his wife was still there.

He drove back to his car to return home, he could not do everything alone, he would ask white evil to go all over the city to find his beloved wife.

Half an hour later he reached home, unexpectedly it turns out that Mr. Toni was waiting for him. Again Faris was powerless not to let out his tears and immediately grabbed the body of an old man who was waiting for his return.

“You don't have to worry, white evil has been deployed throughout the city looking for your wife,” said Mr. Toni trying to calm the young man in his arms.

It turns out that Mr. Toni had been following Faris who headed to Maya's house and heard the news that Aisha and Maya were not home and could not be contacted also tracked.

“Didn't your wife also run away to pesantren Pakdemu right? Why not ask them now who knows your wife is there again.” Mr. Toni suggested when Faris was just sitting pensively on the balcony of his room.

Faris immediately reached into his phone, nothing wrong with trying. After ringing a few times, finally the soft voice of Bukde greeted his ear senses.

“Tumben these nights call you, Le. What's up?” asked Bukde after answering the greetings from his nephew.

“Oalah .. Bukde same Pakde yo alhamdulillah well, everything here is also good.”

“Alhamdulillah ..”

“How are you there Le? Good to too? Your wife is good too, right? How are there any signs of contents yet?” Nyai Hamidah instead strafed Faris with questions that made Faris undo his intention to ask about the whereabouts of his wife.

“Oh thank God we are all here well, Bukde just pray yes hopefully soon there is good news,” said Faris made as usual as possible.

“You are asking a lot of Gusti let cepet be given momongan Le, Bukde and Pakdemu has been holding a big grandson loh.”

“Iya Bukde, doain aja Bukde. Oh yes Faris forget there is still business, Bukde same Pakde healthy-healthy yes there, Faris hang up his phone first,” he said a little vibrating holding the rumble in his chest.

“Where?” asked Mr. Toni after Faris hung up his phone, while Faris only shook his head weakly.

“Where else should I find my wife Sir?” Faris' body had now even fallen to the floor, her back leaning against the edge of the sofa.

“We wait to hear from white evil tomorrow, it's not twenty-four hours yet, maybe your wife again needs her own time.” Mr. Toni tried to calm Faris down.

“What does it mean to Aisha flip the same wedding ring all the debit cards I love sir?” asked Faris with a worried tone.

Mr. Toni glanced at the watch on his wrist, “Now it is better for you to rest first, calm your mind, you are also not fully healthy.”

Faris nodded, other than because her head was completely throbbing thinking about everything, her body also felt like it was crumbling following the same heart of her current glass.

Faris grabbed her wedding photo, she stared at the end of the face of ayu who was smiling towards the camera. Faris could only shed her tears realizing that Aisha was no longer beside him, guilt was really like strangling his neck.

“Not easy for Brother harbored this feeling for years Ca, feeling tight when Abang tau it turns out Azka has asked you first. In the past you only dared to like you secretly Dear, borrow your name for you to confide in a third of the night, even though you know you already belong to people. But it turns out that God heard Brother's prayer, finally He granted you to be a perfecter of your life. But why is it so easy that your struggle is destroyed in vain?.” Faris muttered as if Aisha was in front of him. His chest felt increasingly claustrophobic considering how the struggle he had gone through to confuse the wife happily.

Once again he tried to contact the wife's contact, hoping for a miracle there, only again luck was not on his side, because still the voice of the operator he heard from sebrang.

“Allah .. I just want my wife ..” shimmered Faris by holding the photo tightly in her grasp.

Until the time showed early morning, Faris' tears had not dried up, he was lying down and closed, but did not sleep at all.

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