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In his apartment room, Faris had prepared in his shirt suit to meet Mr. Abbas' invitation the other day. Waiting for Roger who has not returned, Faris chose to check some of his work on a laptop that is still perched on a nightstand by the side of his bed.

Although until now his relationship with Aisha has not found a bright spot, at least in the meeting later he hopes to just stare at the woman he so longs for, he said, yes, he hopes that Faisal will bring Aisha with him in the family event later.

Staring at the picture on the nightstand, Faris poked her hand to grab the laptop beside her. Now what he achieved was precisely the figura of the photo, stroking it slowly as if afraid if the figura would break.

The woman in the photo appears to smile so charmingly under the Cappadocia sky with air balloons all around her. Faris really missed that smile, the smile that Aisha always showed her.

“I miss you, Darling ...,” her moans peed the figura long enough.

“Maafin Brother Ca, I was wrong. Please come back ..” (I was wrong, keg came back) Faris tightened his embrace on the figura.

Somehow her life will go on if Aisha really doesn't come back to her, that's what Faris is afraid of right now. Is this the reward for hoping in humans? Disillusioned. That's the only possibility that's gonna happen. Faris knew, he shouldn't have gotten this way. Wishing to man when there is nothing but his creator that is most fitting for him to rely on hope. His wife was just an ordinary man, just like him. An ordinary man whose nature flips through his heart.

“Abang ...” A voice called out to him softly.

It seemed that Faris knew the voice, but at once he closed his net, he thought he had hallucinated because he missed his wife so much.

Slowly Faris lifted her head, looking at the old woman who was still in the doorway of her room, a single tear escaped from her net. “ICA?”

Aware of his position, Roger who stood behind Aisha's body was immediately dumbstruck to leave the couple.

Looking back at her husband, Aisha immediately ran and hugged the man who was still her husband status tightly, “Maafin Ica Bang, I’m sorry I was so selfish.” (Sorry I'm selfish)

Of course Faris replied to the hug was no less tight, “Nggak Darling, Ica nothing wrong, this is all wrong Brother. Sorry Brother who again reneged on a promise not to make Ica disappointed.”

Aisha unraveled her embrace, looking at the old handsome face that she had longed for. Tears that had also washed her husband's cheeks. “Abang has been fighting for our small family, Ica who is blind the same all struggle Brother. Sorry ... Ica can't be a good wife for Brother.”

“No Darling, make Brother ... Ica more than perfect. Sorry Brother also.” The two hugged each other tightly, as if they could no longer afford to lose.

“Please do not stay Brother again Ca. Brother has lost our child candidate, and you do not want to lose Ica too. It's just Ica that you have now, Brother please don't punish Brother again by going.”

Hearing her husband's confession, Aisha's heart also hurt, she quickly nodded in her husband's arms.

“Promise?” tanya Faris lifted his wife's face, staring in the beautiful iris that had been his candlestick.

Aisha grabs Faris hand, grasps and kisses her long time, “Ica promise Bang, we start everything from the beginning.”

Faris nodded and re-hugged his wife, “Iya Darling, we face both well.”

“Ica dear Brother,” said Aisha drifting in the arms of Faris,

Faris also reviewed his smile and then peeked long the top of the head of the wife, “Abang more affectionate with Ica.”

The couple managed to express the feelings of each of them who are still longing for each other.

Remembering something, Aisha suddenly broke her embrace again, looking at her husband from top to bottom. “Abang so go?”

Yang asked was actually confused because suddenly Aisha beat her chest, although actually did not feel anything for the size of a stocky body that diligently exercised like her.

“Big bangs equal Ica! Was Abang born with Ica until Mr Abbas invited him to meet his daughter to Abang? After all that you did, Abang nyusulin Ica came here, did all our divorce process until we were willing to beat Kak Isal, Abang think Ica all right? Brother who keeps kayak that make Ica can not make not mind Abang tau not.” Puddles of water again hang in Aisha's eye pelup.

While the suspect actually held his smile, for Faris the sight of Aisha who was nagging with a pouting face like that was even more adorable, finally Aishanya began to return to being a jealous woman as she knew it first.

Roughly Aisha immediately wiped away the tears that in fact remained down even though she had been hard-earned to bear, he said, taking back the sling bag that fell and immediately turned around leaving Faris who in fact did not comment anything about his confession.

Not yet had the step left his footing, the burly hands that of course belonged to Faris were already perfectly circular at Aisha's slender waist. His face Faris put on one of Aisha's shoulders which was lower than her.

“Abang likes to see Ica jealous,” whispered Faris right in Aisha's ear, making the owner goosebumps instantly with the roar of breath that feels so close.

“Ap-.” Not yet Aisha opened her mouth Faris actually more close their bodies, making Aisha's body more tense of course, the, either feel short of breath because Faris who hugged him too tightly or precisely because of the heartbeat that has hit the drum is not strange.

“Abang would like to come to the malem meal of Mr. Abbas because in addition to the appointment .. also because Abang wanted to meet Ica, not Ayla. Brother hopes who knows Kak Faisal ngajak Ica same mother also to the event.”

Aisha turned around trying to look at the husband who did not seem to be the slightest implied lie there. “Kak Isal did not even know if Mr. Abbas wanted to do a malem meal,” he said still with his grim face.

“Kan Abang do not know Darling .. Abang kira because this is a malem meal as a fellow business colleague, yes automatically the thought of Brother there must be Kak Faisal too, because of his looks Mr. Abbas always prides Kak Faisal on business.”

Hearing Faris' words that she was still digesting, Aisha could only sigh.

“So now you still want to go? Although you already know there will not be Kak Faisal, let alone Ica.”

Faris nodded and immediately found a difficult gaze to interpret from Aisha, “Oh yes forgot, there is still Ayla to be known. Yes Ica has come home, hopefully smooth show.”

The release of Faris' hand that is still perched on his waist. But again Aisha's steps again stopped because Faris again blocked her arm.

“What else?” ask Aisha with an already unfriendly look.

“Hey Darling, Dengerin. We go together, Ica follow Brother well?”

“What you want to know to Ayla is Abang, not Ica,” ketus Aisha trying to release the checks in her hands.

“Kalo Tuan Abbas emang want to recognize Ayla .. Brother also want to recognize Abang dong's wife, plis Darling we leave together well? You promoted.” Aisha seemed to think for a moment.

“Where did he say he wanted to start again are all the same? Dateng hastily beat ego to prevent brother dateng to the event, he said dear brother hm?” sindir Faris while reaching for his wife's chin to look at him.

It suddenly made Aisha's face meet so that it made her turn her face, but unfortunately Faris had already seen the adorable reaction.

Aisha glanced at the clothes she was wearing at the moment, the casual dress with pashmina that she used with origin due to the rush, so inversely proportional to her husband who had been neat from the tip of the foot to his head. “Ica did not bring clothes,” he said softly making Faris unable to hide his laughter.

“It’s okay, we find a shirt first. Still perfect for.”

The man who was neat in a shirt suit and his hair was looking to herd his wife and bring her into the car

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