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A black taxi pulled over not far from the dorm building which is now Gus Hasan's stopover in the city. The man stepped into his dorm with a bag of his groceries in Istinye Park. Not much he bought, other than just for his own needs, Gus Hasan does not like to squander money for unnecessary things. He will only spend his money on things that are rightly needed.

“Hasan.”

The called one raised his head, looking around for the figure who smirked his name. There was a bit of shock when Gus Hasan realized that someone. Then what he saw in Istinye Park earlier was right Aisha, the wife of his older cousin who had no business what was now in the same city as him.

“Mas Faris,” he said softly and still flinching in place. The man whom she had considered her brother since childhood was standing right in front of the entrance of her dormitory. With a shirt suit and pants material that is always neat makes the look of the man always looks charming. Plus an expensive-looking watch circling his burly wrist further refined his prowess.

“Loh Mas Faris is here too? Since when? Why not wait in Dalem aja Mas?” the question came out just like that when Gus Hasan was right in front of Faris.

“How are you, San?” instead of answering Gus Hasan's question, Faris asked his cousin another question.

Gus Hasan frowned, “Em alhamdulillah Hasan well. Mas by yourself?”

“Mas good. Pakde sama Bukde is also good. Mas staget to Yogya before leaving here.”

“Aisha?” gus Hasan asked spontaneously when his cousin's brother did not mention his wife.

Faris turned his head with a frowning forehead.

“Eh means Ma'am Aisha, how are you? You guys here for a vacation or any other interest?” ralat Gus Hasan realized his question which actually invites awkwardness between the two. Although Faris himself already knew what really happened between his wife and his cousin's sister.

“He's good too. We are here for business in Ankara.”

Gus Hasan just nodded his head, he did not want to be impressed to interfere in the household of his cousin's sister, especially to make Faris realize his interest in Aisha.

The two stepped towards the chair that was in the middle of the garden of the dorm building, Gus Hasan who was guiding him.

“Hasan put this first to dalem ya Mas.” Gus Hasan again carrying his shopping bag after getting a small nod from the interlocutor.

“Drink first, Mas.”

Faris awoke from his daydream when Gus Hasan had returned and offered him the same can of cold drink he had been drinking.

“Where? Have you met a Turkish girl yet? Pakde sama Bukde already want to carry grandchildren tuh.” As usual Faris is very fond of trying out a cousin sister who has been considered like her own biological sister. Faris asked after a cold drink soaked her throat.

"There is a Faqih, Mommy."

"Faqih is already big, Pakde is not strong carrying," said Faris accompanied by his gel.

Gus Hasan knew that his cousin was trying to cover up the problem he was carrying behind the joke. Because, not a month and two months he knew the figure of the man beside him, they even had time to spend days together, growing together for several years in pesantren owned by his brother.

“Hasan prefers local girls,” his answer is spontaneous by imagining the face of the woman he admires.

“I mean before going all the way to the country people would be better to enjoy the grace of God in their own country. Aye right?”

“Ah yes really, Indo girl is also no less sweet than European girl kok.” Faris finally agreed to Gus Hasan's opinion, although in fact his heart was slightly pinched because he imagined that the girl in his cousin's mind was none other than his own wife.

“Kalo so learn that really let me spit home and nyari girl Indo,” continued Faris cover his anxiety.

“Hasan hasn't thought about that, Mas. There is still much that Hasan must fix before bearing the lives of people's children.”

“Mas just want to know your news, and thank God you are all right,” he said before entering his car.

“Mas,” call Gus Hasan after Faris sits behind his wheel. Faris also slightly lowered his head because of the position of Gus Hasan who was standing outside his car.

“Ya?”

“Mas still long here?”

“Em don't know yet, why? Want to drop something for people home?”

Gus Hasan seemed to think, “Em is okay. Easy later Hasan contact Mas if you want to nitip something.”

“Oh okay. Yes, yes, home. If there is time to play to the apartment,” said Faris before finally stepping on the gas pedal and re-splitting the streets.

That afternoon before preparing to meet the invitation of Mr. Abbas, Faris indeed deliberately took the time to visit his cousin's sister. It is impossible to have come this far and Faris did not visit Gus Hasan when he was already in the same city. Gus Hasan, however, had considered Faris to be his own brother, although he also knew that his brother was secretly harboring a taste for his wife.

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Roger came down his car in a shaky step. This time his attempt to make his employer's relationship improve apparently failed, maybe even what he had done was even more aggravating the situation, his young mistress must have misunderstood. There really is not a single bit of bad intent like that.

“Yes Allah, Mr. Faris and Mrs Aisha are good people. I ask Thee to ease their way back together, for Thou art the All-Willing.”

The man in black seemed to raise his head, his eyes closed with the back that he rested on the body of the car on the floor of the apartment.

“Roger!” Aisha's breathing was stingy, she stopped her slightly running steps when she saw Roger just coming down her car.

While the so-called sparkling instead of playing, Roger immediately ran towards Aisha who was still bending to neutralize her breath.

“Mrs please listen to my explanation.”

Aisha actually immediately raised her hand, preventing Roger to resume his sentence, “No time,” he said trying to get back on his feet.

“Abang has left?” tanyanya fast.

“Ah seems not yet, Madam. The car is still there,” replied Roger after circulating his gaze and found his master's car is still parked neatly in place.

Without waiting any longer, Aisha immediately ran towards the elevator. Pressing a few buttons in a hurry, of course, did not escape Roger who immediately followed him.

As soon as it arrived right in front of the door, it seemed that Aisha was a little hesitant to press the bell in front of the room. “You know the password, Ger?” he asked the man who was standing next to him.

“Ah Yes, Mistress.”

With deft fingers long it immediately press the combination of numbers until the sound of ‘bip’ that indicates the door is open.

Still confused, Roger continued to follow where his young mistress was, from combing through the room until they heard someone's moaning from behind the slightly open door. Guess what the master of the voice was.

Not yet Aisha grabbed the doorknob, her activities stopped when she heard the room owner's roaring roar. Aisha can only sculpt, in fact her heart is still so hopeful that the two can return together like a family.

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