Should I Share a Husband
Luthfan Patience Facing Hasna

In a rented house. Yudha was staring at the photo of the little boy she always kept in her wallet. The photo was probably when Qeera was five years old, because ever since she decided to remarry, she had no new photos, especially now when she was almost seven years old.

He shed tears, a look of regret clearly visible on his face.

"I'm sorry my son, I've failed to be a good father to you, I've let you both down." he sighed with an unbearable sobbing.

Yudha now chose to stay in a rented house, not a hotel. Even though before deciding to Jakarta, he was provided with money in the form of an ATM by his mother. But his determination he wanted to be independent and did not want to trouble his mother again. So he decided to stay contracted. Intending to pay for it with his own hard work.

Then he stared at the piece of paper Fiona had written for him.

"[Mas, earlier, I wanted to apologize to you. I am so sorry I sold the house. Because at that time I could not live in poverty when you were in prison. But ... With my current situation, I realize I have done a lot of wrong to everyone, maybe this is also the punishment for my sins all along. And here's my ATM card, please keep it and use the money for your needs. If you need to give up some of it. Because in the ATM, it is the result of the sale of your home. And below this writing, it's the password number.

I also want to apologize to your mother and Ajeng, as well as want to say a lot of thanks, thanks to both of them, I finally realized.

Mas, if you still want me again, help you to come here. Because I wish you'd see me at any time. I love you Mas. I love you my husband.]"

That's the message Fiona wrote. Yudha folded the paper back and threw it away.

He closed his eyes, then remembered the address of the house that Ajeng gave. Then Yudha took it in her pants pocket.

"So you've moved house." he muttered as he read the address listed.

***

Hasna and Luthfan were at a restaurant, Luthfan deliberately brought Hasna for breakfast there. Choose the food menu that Hasna wants, because when at home, none of the food that Hasna touch. The woman still did not want to eat food made by Luthfan.

"There are several food menus, please choose which you like" said Luthfan while giving a menu book.

Hasna grabbed it and chose. "I want this and this." point it to a row of spicy foods.

"Hasna don't eat, it's spicy food, you want? Our child who is in your stomach why? Nook. I'm not authorised." Luthfan protested.

"Biarin, for what he lives." - Hasna.

"Astaghfirullaah... Hasna! You realize what you just said? The boy is innocent. He deserves to live. You want? Stamped as a killer?" luthfan's inexhaustible reprimand was the same direction Hasna's mind was heading.

"Yes yes, that's a sewot." said Hasna. "You have chosen."

Finally, Luthfan who chose foods that are suitable for pregnant women and then called the waiter.

After a few minutes, the food was on the table.

"Now, eat! Pity our son." luthfan's word, but hearing Luthfan mention 'our son' made Hasna grieve, because what she wanted was the son of the man she still loved. Qadafi Abian.

Hasna ate it slowly, because she was also very hungry. Not eaten for long enough. Luckily I did not feel nauseous when I ate it.

"I will meet your parents, to propose to you" Luthfan said in the middle of his breakfast. Making the greedy Hasna was silent for a moment and looked at Luthfan's face. The man looks serious. But Hasna still did not want to marry him because there was no taste at all.

"How about tomorrow we go see your parents" he added.

"No! I don't want to." reject Hasna.

"When then? Your stomach will grow bigger later. Are you ashamed of being seen by people? While you are not married" said Luthfan.

"Give me some time." replied Hasna.

"Alright, I wait." replied Luthfan.

Then there was no more chatter from the two. Only the sound of a touch of a spoon when it will scoop up the food on the plate.

After the service was over, Luthfan called the waiter to pay for it. Then they got out and got back in the car and left the restaurant.

However, on the way, Hasna saw Ajeng who was standing in front of an empty building and looked new. Ajeng was talking to Haris and was accompanied by Zia.

"Stop" Hasna said as she looked towards the three of them.

The car stopped at the side of the road, and Luthfan turned to Hasna and his gaze followed where Hasna's eyes were.

"Who is he?" hasna. "It turns out behind, you are very rotten Ajeng." he said.

"Don't think no! Who knows if the man is his brother or not his business friend. He's getting ahead of his business now." replied Luthfan reminded.

"That's because of my interference." Hasna chimed arrogantly and put on an emotional face. Emotions because Ajeng's life is always one step ahead of him.

His breathing slightly stirred up anger at the woman who had once been his best friend.

"Have Na, don't interrupt her life anymore, focus on our future and that of our child." pinta Luthfan looked at Hasna still in his anger.

Then, Luthfan turned on the engine again, then shot through the streets of Jakarta. The steps will now approach the button first.

"Where are we going?" ask Hasna.

"We'll stop by the boutique first" replied Luthfan.

After half an hour, they finally arrived, and the two went down. And step up, then come in.

When he entered, Luthfan looked at the man who was almost the age of five who was holding the clothes of his design. Then the man looked over.

"Sir Luthfan? Is this really your boutique?" ask the man.

"Sir Hartoyo isn't he?" ask Luthfan.

"Right, I'm Hartoyo" he replied smiling.

And they both shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you. Let's sit "the word of Luthfan, and they sat down and did not forget also Hasna followed sitting while listening to the chat of the two of them.

"Tumben sir Hartoyo came here! Is there anything important?" ask Luthfan to the point.

"Yes, I came here to ask the address of Ajeng ma'am's house, if it's not wrong we had met, right? At a fashion show at that time." replied Hartoyo seriously. "I wanted to ask her willingness to work with me. Because I used to give my business card to Ajeng ma'am. But he didn't call me either. Maybe forget." he added, chuckling.

Hasna who heard him was getting inflamed, because again and again, Ajeng was always luckier than him, from love affairs to a job. Make him rise from the front of the two of them and choose to sit in the chair in front of the boutique.

Luthfan stared at Hasna's departure with a heavy breath, shaking his head.

"Your wife?" ask Hartoyo.

"Still a candidate sir." replied Luthfan bowed politely. "Sorry, he likes it so much, likes to go as he pleases" said Luthfan unkindly, because Hasna just left without saying goodbye to her guests first.

But Luthfan understands why Hasna immediately rose up when he heard about cooperation. And he even daydreamed.

"Ahh no problem Mr. Luthfan." Hartoyo replied.

"Then. How about Mr Luthfan? You know that, right? Where is Ajeng's home address?" hartoyo's question made Luthfan aware of his daydream.

"Ahh yes. Sorry!" kekeh Luthfan tried to smile. Then he wrote the address of Ajeng's shophouse, because he did not know the address of his new house that he heard from the neighbors of Ajeng house when he visited there, because he did not know the address of his new home, which they said that the homeowner had moved out a month ago.

"This is the address of the shophouse, because I myself do not know the address of the new house" replied Luthfan while handing over a paper containing the address.

Hartoyo got it. "Mast Ajeng moved house?" tanyakanya.

"It seems so." replied Luthfan.

"In that case, thank you very much Mr. Luthfan, hopefully later fitting the event will be facilitated" said Hartoyo.

"Thank you very much sir. Same." said Luthfan smiling.

They both finally say goodbye. And Luthfan drove him to the front, but by the time he was ahead. Luthfan doesn't see Hasna anywhere.

"I'm sorry Mr. Luthfan." said Hartoyo.

"Yes sir, be careful." replied Luthfan.

And they both shook hands.

After the departure of Hartoyo. Luthfan looked for Hasna to his boutique surroundings. But there's none either.

"Where are you Hasna" he said who was getting tired of Hasna's temperament.

Contacted is not active. "Arrgghhh." he shouted as he rubbed his face violently.

***

In front of the school gate. Yudha was waiting for the child to come home.

After a few minutes of waiting. Finally Qeera was seen coming out of the gate along with her nanny.

Yudha seemed sparkling to see her daughter who was already big and more beautiful. Descending from his mother.

"Qeera my son." called him to make the boy stop his steps, then turn to the source of the voice.