New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
Trying 3

Arriving at the Hospital, Aisha said goodbye to Faris for shopping, although in fact there is something she must prepare to get forgiveness from her husband.

“Liat aja, how long can you ignore Ica.” Aisha who was very confident that her efforts this time must have succeeded was waiting for Faris behind the door of Faris' room.

Aisha accidentally doesn't tell Faris if she's waiting in her room, she wants to surprise her husband and apologizes in earnest.

Sometimes Aisha peeked out of the keyhole to confirm Faris' arrival, but still there was no sign of him coming.

Twenty minutes later, Aisha stood behind the door, footsteps into the room.

Faris who felt strange because she was not usually in the dark immediately headed towards the switch to turn on the lights, but the action was stopped by Aisha's sudden appearance by carrying a therapeutic scent candle in her hand.

“Why Ica here?”

“Ica wait a long time ago.”

“Waituin do what?”

“Last-lately Brother's attitude so cold to Ica.”

“It is who ignores the spirit of Brother.” Faris remains in her cold mode.

“Maafin Ica Bang ..” Aisha is bowed to hide her tent.

To be honest Faris also felt sick to see Aisha's reaction like that, but as the head of the family he should be able to bring the direction where the household should go.

“Ica does not intend to hide anything from Abang, let the wound be Ica's business. Ica wish we had an equal relationship, because for Ica love is equal.”

“Abang did already say, whatever Ica feels share with Brother. Don't bear it yourself.”

Aisha smiled at Faris' words, her husband is indeed noble-hearted.

“The first time we started it was due to accident, and suddenly Ica disappeared. Then we are reunited in the pesantren is also due to accident, until we are truly united in a halal bond like today. But this time Ica will prove it, we can start from the beginning again.”

“Why did Ica not say that from the beginning?”

“This is all Ica wants to talk about?”

Aisha nodded her husband's question.

“In life, if we meet with disappointment, the sooner we know it then the more also life that may have to be eliminated.”

“What does Brother mean?” Aisha was really surprised by Faris' reaction, is it possible that her mistake was indeed unforgivable?.

“Abang leave hope not because of a mere trust, but there is a sense of confidence also want. Ica you have given hope to hold the confidence of the heart, why silence and ignore feelings without acting to convince?”

“Ica tau may indeed Ica less struggling. But Ica promise ...”

“Sorry but it's too late.” Suddenly Faris' words stopped Aisha's words.

“Ica can go home, Brother will tell the driver at home to pick up,” continued Faris turned on his room lights after first turning off the candle Aisha held.

Aisha who was disappointed because of her efforts that Faris completely ignored immediately came out of Faris' room after first kissing the back of her husband's hand, and it's true that the driver Faris ordered was on standby in the hospital parking lot.

***

“I have been here, at the cafe on the west of the bridge. Table number ten.” (I've been here, at the cafe west of the bridge. Table number ten).

The blonde-haired man with hazel eyes took another sip of his coffee after disconnecting his phone.

Not yet had the coffee order run out, someone who was waiting for him had come to him.

“Are you Brandon?” gus Hasan asked before actually sitting on the reserved seat.

“Of course, Ayla’s boyfriend.” (Of course, her boyfriend Ayla)

The blond man replied confidently.

Gus Hasan was just a beard while taking something out of his jacket pocket and handing it to the bule man before him.

“Ok thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You can order something, I will pay for it.” (You can order something, I'll pay for it).

“Thanks. But I’m here just for giving this. I have to come back now.” (Thank you in advance. But I'm only here to return this. I have to go back now).

Gus Hasan subtly rejected Brandon's offer.

“Oh okay I see.” (All right I understand).

“You again?” yet Gus Hasan rose from his seat the voice of a girl made him look up.

“Ayla?” gus Hasan said when he found out who was coming.

“Where do you know my name?”

“Your boyfriend,” replied Gus Hasan while turning to Brandon who was finishing his coffee.

“Hai baby, you know this man?”

“I am not your girlfriend Brandon! Remember that!” said the girl felt careless at the bule man in front of her.

“I just took this phone for you, Baby.” Brandon got up close to Ayla with a grin, handing the phone in his hand to the owner.

“Never call me ‘Baby’! I'm not your girlfriend! You can leave now, it looks like you have finished your coffee,” the girl said firmly.

“Hey what’s wrong with you?” Brandon drew closer to grab the girl's hand in front of him, but the two girl aides brushed him off.

“Never touch me!”

“Em sorry I excuse you first. Looks like you guys need some space to talk.” Gus Hasan got up from his chair, making the two stop the debate between them.

“Don't follow me!” The girl immediately ran after Gus Hasan out of the cafe.

Brandon who was about to follow him had to stop his steps when the two girl guards first confronted him.

***

Aisha immediately ran into the house as soon as the car she was riding stopped in the spacious yard of their house.

The tears that he had been weaving desperately since in front of Faris finally fell as well. All the servants in his house stared in astonishment at his master.

“The guy wants to eat first? Let me prepare.” The narration from one of her servants stopped Aisha's steps at the end of the stairs. Aisha simply shook her head weakly and ran back into her room.

Crying out. That's all he can do right now. Because by crying his heart will feel a little relieved.

She shed her tears today, she also wishes only today, hopefully only today.

“Did Bang Faris really dump me? Now how else can I persuade him,” muttered Aisha in between her tears.

“Why Bang Faris kayak gini sama Ica?”

Various questions flashed on Aisha's pretty head, her hands were already gripping the bed linen on her mattress tightly, even now that the pillow that became her pedestal was wet from her tears.

I don't know how many packets of tissue are also scattered on the floor of his room.

That afternoon Aisha poured out all her sadness, until the sound of stuffing that had originally echoed in her room turned into a smooth snoring that was quite rhythmic.

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