New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
I am the lucky one

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“We leave now?” asked Faris when she saw Aisha who had just lowered her head and played her nails which were always beautifully groomed. “Why, Dear?” Threw the clenched fingers into his warm grasp.

“Em .. Ica feels bad if suddenly joined Brother,” he said, his voice sounded doubtful.

Faris's forehead wrinkled, grabbing Aisha's face to look at her. “Hei, why should you feel bad? Ica Brother's wife, nothing to worry about.”

“Ica is just not good because Mr. Abbas intends to know Abang with Ayla. The effect is Ica like a possessive couple if suddenly joined,” said Aisha revealed her anxiety.

“Terus Ica is okay if your husband is acquaintance with another girl behind his wife?”

Aisha simply stared at her old husband, without responding to anything else Faris said.

“What Ica is still not ready to meet again with Ayla?” Faris tried to guess another concern from his wife.

Again Aisha just sighed, I don't know what she was really worried about at the moment.

“Sayang.” Staring at his wife with a deep gaze, Faris rubbed Aisha's cheeks gently, “Nothing to worry about, because Brother will always take care of Ica.”

A look at the smiles from both corners of Aisha's lips heard Faris' words. Her husband was always able to make her feel safe around her. That was why half of his soul felt lost when they had to be far apart.

Aisha leaned her head on Faris' shoulder, clutching the burly hand now in charge of herself and her life. For some reason suddenly Aisha felt like always being with her husband, inhaling the masculine aroma that had always been her candlestick.

“We're leaving now, Ger,” said Faris lowered her windshield a bit. Roger who knew himself quite deliberately had chosen to wait outside until his master gave an order to drive his car.

They arrived at exactly seven o'clock. Lacivert restaurant or popular with the blue sea restaurant because it offers direct views of the Bosphorus as the main view of their choice tonight. Lacivert is indeed known as the best fine dining restaurant in Istanbul, no wonder if they have to reserve first in order to get a place with a dazzling view.

The restaurant, which has a modern interior design and a display with dim lights, made Abbas immediately get up and was immediately followed by his wife and daughter when he saw the silhouette of someone walking towards him.

“It is an honor Nak Faris is willing to meet our invitation,” welcome Abbas as soon as the figure he is waiting for stands right in front of him.

“Ah you are overdone, Sir. Anyway I promised that night,” replied Faris feeling disinclined.

“Then let's sit down, Nak.” Abbas shifted his body, making room for Faris to sit in the chair right next to his daughter.

“Ah a minute, Sir. I am waiting for someone,” he replied with a wink.

“Someone?” abbas repeated in a questioning tone.

“Ah that's him!” tukas Faris with sparkling when he found the figure he was looking for was now dragging his steps towards him.

“Sorry I'm late,” greet the woman with the same dress as Faris wore, the woman lowered her head in salute. The woman who is none other than Aisha with Roger behind her. Because he said goodbye to the toilet first, just to expel his nervousness. He asked Faris to meet Abbas's family without him.

While Abbas and Ajeng could only look at each other as the woman raised her face, smiling kindly at the two, that face was now so clear of closeness.

“Aisha?” Abbas frowned, it seemed that the middle-aged man had yet to understand the meaning of Aisha's presence there.

“Ah let me introduce, this is my wife, Sir. Aisha. I'm sure you guys must have known him.”

That sentence actually makes the husband and wife increasingly gaping. Unlike their daughter who looked ordinary as if she had guessed what would happen. Ayla had indeed met Faris and Aisha, even long before she knew if the wife of the man who wanted her to introduce him was the younger brother of her brother. At that time he knew them as cousins of the man he secretly admired, Hasan Fajrurraihan.

He was only a little surprised when he found out that someone whose babanya considered so meritorious to his family was Faris, the sole heir of Abdullah company who was none other than Aisha's husband, Aisha, the woman who until now he still considered as a usurper what should be his.

“So the husband you were telling me about in the hospital time was Nak Faris, Aisha? Wah ... apparently the world is indeed narrow.” Abbas was still clucking in shock.

While Faris who heard it suddenly looked at his wife, “Hospital?” he asked as if asking for an explanation. While Aisha just gave her gaze as if to say, ‘Ica obviouslyin later’.

“Truely, Sir. I also did not expect if it turns out that Master already knows my husband.”

“Ah call me Baba. You are Faisal's sister, just like Ayla,” Abbas said when he heard Aisha call it ‘Tuan’. Of course Ayla who heard him instantly clucked in annoyance, ‘what-what-what babanya it’, her inner self.

Aisha is a little hesitant with the offer, “Em alright, I will try.” On the one hand he was happy because the family who raised his brother turned out to accept him well, although it is undeniable Ayla seemed still cynical towards him.

“How about we sit down first?” Ajeng interrupted their conversation, making everyone laugh because they did not realize that they had just stood up.

“This is my wife, Nak Faris. Ajuka. He also comes from Indonesia like you, from Yogyakarta exactly.” Abbas introduced the middle-aged woman who was sitting next to his right. She looks beautiful at her age. The clothes and all the accessories attached to his body further add to the image of his career woman.

“Well really, Bukde?” Faris and Aisha looked surprised until Faris unconsciously called the woman ‘Bukde’.

“So long ago no one called me by that designation.” Ajeng also seemed to sparkle at the call, his medok accent immediately came out when Faris called it ‘Bukde’.

“And this is my daughter, Ayla, who that night I told you.” Abbas re-introduced someone beside him, the girl only smiled briefly, not wanting to respond further to the baba.

“Actually we already know your daughter. We got acquainted at that time Aisha and I went to Istanbul for a honeymoon. Your daughter also turned out to be my cousin's college friend who also happened to be studying at Istanbul University.” Faris explained their introduction at that time.

“Wah ... why so many surprises tonight?” Abbas was still amazed, not expecting what he knew at this time. On the other hand, it is undeniable that disappointment persists when he knows that the man who feels right for his daughter already has a woman next to him.

“Honestly since I first knew Nak Faris, I've been so amazed. Especially when he knew that Nak Faris was Abdullah's son. I think it's lucky that the woman who succeeded Nak Faris married later. Apparently Aisha that lucky lady.”

“I am lucky that Aisha wants to repay my love, and lucky that God destined Aisha for me,” Falat Faris grabbed the clothes of the woman beside her.

“Well, you guys are such a good match. I hope that my daughter can also be edited by a man as good as Nak Faris,” said Abbas then grabbed his drink glass, which he said, he needed to wet his throat to swallow his hope again because it turned out that the sole heir of the Abdullah company who intended him to mate with his daughter already had a companion. While Ajeng more silent listening to their conversation.

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