Sharing Love: She's My Husband
Chapter 38

Amih was stunned unable to answer the question Apih. More precisely not. He left immediately to leave Apih.

“ Is this because of your past. When you become the second wife. Where you were then neglected. Your ex-in-law loves his first wife more. Your ex-husband is also more concerned with her. Until the birth of Hasbi you were hoping for more attention. And your hope is fulfilled. But unfortunately she's pregnant too. Only for a moment are you happy and ignored again. You finally gave up and chose divorce. You took revenge on your ex-husband's first wife, and you vented it on Fathi. Am I right? “ Amih glued in place.

Her memories back in time made her emotions peak. He clenched his hands squeezing his robe. He did not answer and continued to go into the room.

***

While at home Hasbi is currently having dinner. “ How Mas, delicious is my cooking?” He asked with a worried face. Afraid that his cooking did not match Hasbi's tongue.

“ Delicious .” Hasbi smiled and continued eating. Fathi breathed a sigh of relief

.

“ Thank goodness Mas... I've been afraid not to suit your taste.”

“ Indeed how do I like ?” Tanya Hasbi chuckled.

“ Yes Cuisine Brother Fathi.” Mala cursed to herself why she carried the name Fathi. This is their time not to be reminded of Fathi.

“ Fathi cuisine is second to none. But that doesn't mean you can't eat anything else. Origin is not toxic and make full definitely Mas eat kok.” Hasbi.

“ Yes..Mas . Thank goodness.” Mala bumbling herself.

“ Mas is done. Go to the workspace first. Want to do some things. If you are already sleepy, just sleep first .” Hasbi went to her study.

Kemala cleaned up their food marks. He put dirty dishes in the sink. Let's wash it by ART tomorrow. She turned off her kitchen lights, and went to her room. The wall clock of his room shows 7 p.m. Isya has not. How could he sleep. Finally Mala went out of the room to the family room and watched TV

Mala was watching seriously. For a long time his eyes became faint and closed.

Tomorrow is Monday. It was a busy day for Hasbi. Lots of important meetings and meetings. He was also working out his boss's schedule. Hasbi squirmed his body. He saw that his watch was already 10 p.m. Astagfirullah he has not prayed Isya. If at Fathi's house, he must have been reminded Fathi once the azan is finished.

“ What is Fathi doing now ? Not sleeping yet ? I want a phone call scared of bothering. But try it. Who knows haven't slept .” Inner Hasbi.

Hasbi took her phone and called Fathi. The first droughts have not been answered, the second ringing has not yet been answered.

“ Maybe he's asleep. I better close it, afraid it will wake. His inner.

As soon as it was about to close there was a voice over there.

“ Hello Assalamu’alaikum. What's up Mas?”

“ Wa’alaikumsalam, have you slept? “

“ Not yet mas. Just wanted. I haven't slept yet?”

“ Not yet. Just finished managing file.”

“ Mas, already praying ?”

“ Not Fath yet. I forgot, the work did not feel like it was 10.

“ Yes Already Now Mas fast pray keep sleeping.”

“ Yes Fath. You sleep too. Don't forget to lock all the doors and windows. Turn off the stove and lights. Good night and dream beautiful . Assalamu’alaikum.” Hasbi cut off the phone.

Hasbi tidied up all her work and put it in her briefcase. He turned off the lights and went out.

At Fathi's house. He was lying next to Kayla. Fathi can't sleep. He remembered the events in Ragunan earlier. How happy they are to walk around without understanding their feelings. And about that mysterious man. Who her? Fathi daydreamed looking at the ceiling. Slowly his eyes closed.

***

Sunlight peeked out from Fathi's room window. The birds are already singing. The owner of the room remained at home closed his eyes in the contest. Hugging a heart that feels warm. The sound of the door slowly made him piqued. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock. “Gosh it's half 7” hours.

Fathi got up and went to the bathroom. After that, he opened the door of the room there Mbok Jum.

“ Sorry Non...I want permission to the market to buy groceries have been exhausted.”

“ Yes Mbok.Sorry I finished my morning prayer I fell asleep again. This money is the same list of groceries that must be purchased Mbok. Later if the door lock comes out again Mbok .I want to pray first.”

“ Yes Non. “

Fathi closed the door to her room. He prepares for the Isrok prayer at the Duha prayer.

***

The day changed now on Saturday. During Hasbi's stay at Mala's house, to this day only 1 time Hasbi called her that night. He didn't even try Video Call with his son. Fathi knows it. Let Hasbi enjoy her company with Kamala. It was Kayla who accompanied and comforted her heart. Fathi often dreams the same thing. He could never see the man's face.

He has already made up his mind and will tell Hasbi as soon as he gets home. Fathi's phone rang with an incoming call. It's called My Hubby. Fathi.

“ Assalamu’alaikum Mas.”

“ Wa’alaikumsalam. Fathi how about tomorrow we go to Ancol? You cook again a lot like that time !” Fathi rolled her eyes lazily.

“ And everything will be like that time. His inner.

“ Sorry I could be absent this time. You guys are the ones who go.”

“ Why Fathi? You sick?

“ Looks like it.”

“ Alright. If you can't do better, the show will be cancelled .”

“ It's up to You !”

“ A lot of rest, Eat a lot so that it heals quickly. Yes, I hung up the phone. Assalamu’alaikum. “

“ Wa’alaikumsalam.” Fathi hung up.

Kayla awakens to hear Fathi's voice. Kayla asked to be carried. Fathi took her to the bathroom to bathe.

10 Minutes later Kayla was beautiful and fresh.

Fathi takes her to the kitchen to eat for Kayla. He would feed Kayla in the garden behind her while sunbathing. He fed Kayla until her food ran out.

It's different from Hasbi's. Mala is having her own breakfast. Because Hasbi had left early in the morning afraid of being stuck in traffic. Mala gave him breakfast.

The house feels very quiet. If only Kayla was here. Should he persuade Hasbi so Kayla can stay in this house. If it cannot be separated from Fathi, Fathi lives here again.

" Tomorrow is Sunday, when we go for a walk. I'll persuade Brother Fathi to stay here again." Mala Mumbles.

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