New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
Pain outside inside

Although the cold was increasingly attacking, Aisha was still loyal to her steps, down the streets of Istanbul which were still very crowded.

Aisha had no intention of stopping the taxi that passed her several times. He prefers to walk in his footsteps while letting his tears fall on every street he treads.

Aisha was still completely confused by how the fate of her household was going forward. Since realizing the fact that her future son could no longer be saved, Aisha felt her life was empty, she felt that she failed to keep the care of God entrusted to her, she felt like a failure even before becoming a mother. He thought what good was the title of doctor he held if he could not manage to keep and save his own flesh and blood.

Aisha was still walking with blank stares until a ring from her cell phone rang her from her daydream, and soon tears were still falling from both ends of her net once she realized who called her.

“Iya Kak?” Aisha just remembered that her goal to come to the cafe was to meet her brother when she heard Faisal's voice.

“…”

“Iya ga ap-.” Tut .. tut …

Suddenly the direct phone connection was cut off just like that, even before Aisha finished her sentence, not usually her sister like this, she thought. But he was also grateful that there was no way he would meet his brother with this look, his brother would definitely be more misunderstood if he saw himself in a state of chaos like this.

Now Aisha was really relieved, she sat herself on one of the benches available on the side of the road. Again her tears spilled, honestly for now Aisha so needed a place to lean, to just stir the chaos in her heart. Some pedestrians look at him pity, not infrequently also who do not care and keep their eyes straight.

Realizing that there was a vehicle spotlight that was like pointing at her Aisha immediately raised her face, her net narrowed trying to see who the driver who suddenly pulled the car over before her, but it seemed that Aisha knew the car.

“Mistress? What is Madam doing alone nights here?” Aisha understood very well who the owner of the voice was, yes of course it was Roger.

Hearing from Roger's questions and shock, it seems that he does not know if Aisha has just met her Master.

Immediately Aisha remove the remains of tears at the end of her net, “I just want to walk again kok Ger,” said Aisha as usual as possible.

“Volourself?” ask Aisha just in case Faris might have sent Roger to meet her.

“I just sent a file to a client, I think Madam is with you because she said there was going to be business around here,” said Roger who apparently had no lies from the look in his eyes. Aisha just nodded pretending not to know.

“Then let my Madam drive you home. Take it easy, I will not take Madam to Mr.”'s apartment It seemed that Roger understood the worry emanating in Aisha's eyes.

“No need Ger, I still want to go for a walk,” reject Aisha with an alibi want to take a walk.

“But it's already the night Madam, after all this is not in our country, I'm afraid something happened with Madam.”

“This is indeed not my country, but here is the second city I love after my hometown.”

“I know Madam is disinclined because the relationship of Madam is not okay with Mr, I am like this not only because Mrs and Mr Faris is my employer, he said, suppose at this time I am not someone who knows Master, this is purely from the side of my humanity who is worried about seeing a woman walking alone nights like this.”

In the car, Aisha did not say a word. He just turned his face to look at the street with his blank look.

“From on being forced to stop, it is better to remove naturally.” It seems that Roger also realized that his young mistress was trying to hide her tears. Roger also felt hurt to see the relationship between his two employers is not okay, but he was sure if in the heart of both still stored love for each other, but in the other, they just need the right time and circumstances to get back together.

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The autumn wind in the city of Istanbul slightly makes people who pass by to close their jackets because they do not want the wind to blow on the surface of the skin.

No doubt some cafe visitors who are still loyal in their seats also seem to sip their hot drinks more often to dispel the cold that seems to be infiltrating the room even though the heating has been turned on.

Unlike a man who had just entered the cafe with a lethargic face and a shirt that opened two buttons on it, the arm he rolled up to the elbow, making a breeze just did not hesitate to sweep his skin.

Some cafe visitors certainly do not forget the face, the man who a while ago managed to steal their attention with his skill to perform songs for women who sit in the corner of the room there.

Not a few of them began to whisper when they saw Faris who returned to the cafe with a lethargic face, especially Faris came alone, and he did not want to, no longer with the woman who a while ago became the main character in the song he performed.

“Thanks for your appearance Sir (Thank you for your performance, Sir),” said a bartender there as Faris approached him to take his jacket coat. Without intending to answer, Faris just reviewed his smile and then immediately passed out of the cafe.

It had been almost half an hour that a black BMW owned by Faris parked not far from the cafe still remained in place, with the floodlights lit brightly but without the intention of being pushed forward by the owner.

Behind his steering wheel Faris slid his forehead on the steering wheel, occasionally his hands clenched and even beat the steering wheel to make his knuckles reddened.

His conversation with Aisha just turned out to have succeeded in putting Faris on the verge of despair. Not that he did not believe in fate, only that Faris was just an ordinary human, not much different from the husbands out there.

Various ways he has tried to maintain the integrity of his household, even to catch up with Aisha to this city without caring about the affairs of the hospital and office work that also requires his energy. In fact, so far he has not found a bright spot to make his wife willing to return to his embrace.

“Allahu .. I really need Kun fayakun-Mu.”

Realizing that the night was getting moving, Faris also drove his car to split the streets of Istanbul which still remained crowded. His heart and mind were completely in a state of turmoil at this moment, he needed to complain to his Lord. Remembering his conversation with Aisha made Faris step deeper on the gas pedal.

Ckiitt .. Brakkkk!

Suddenly a red Ferrari overtakes and takes its course without giving a turn signal, Faris who is the focus is divided with household problems can no longer avoid not to hit the luxury car in front of him. Faris is not wrong, he has obeyed the traffic according to his path.

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