The Crack of a Heart
Don't Wait to Lose

"What would you ask?" Danish looked at Rinto. The man is ready to be asked.

"Mister Danish's relationship with Ms. Arifa is fine, right? then did Ms. Arifa come home from the hospital, sir?" cecar Rinto's. Because lately, his boss was always seen in the office rather than accompanying his wife in the hospital.

"I don't know To. And he came home from the hospital yesterday afternoon. Then seeing me meet Amora at the cafe, it seemed like she was from the opposite direction. She's upset and .. I can't explain to her yet." Now Danish looks restless, his face moody not as he appeared in front of Arifa.

Rinto frowned, feeling that something was wrong with his boss. He even thought that his old illness had appeared again.

"Is it because Arifa's mother miscarried?" ask him carefully. While Danish laughed grinningly.

"Sir, talk to him well now. Before anyone else took advantage of the loophole from the problem that Mr. Danish or Ms. Arifa was going on. Anyone can get in between you. Either from the past Mr or Ms. Arifa. Do not wait for the loss first and then you regret," said Rinto. Despite his age under Danish, but his thinking is quite mature.

Danish just fell silent, even he was getting into his mind and heart.

"Sorry sir, I don't mean to patronize. Because I see a change in the attitude of the Father from before marriage to Arifa until after. Mr. Danish was much happier after marrying her. I hope that the marriage of the two of you will always be happy until death separates" Rinto continued. The man had actually known from the beginning that Arifa had miscarried. But he chose to be quiet and not to touch about it.

But it feels like a long time boomerang for the household boss. With all the courage that existed Rinto also tried to help Arifa so that Danish can open his heart and free from his past which has been a mental illness in itself.

"I need some time to. Leave me alone" said Danish, turning his face the other way. Rinto could not say more if the look on his face already looked red because he tried to dampen the anger.

"Okay sir, if I'm sorry." Rinto bowed politely and left the Danish room.

When the door was closed, Danish's phone rang. He immediately saw the name of the person calling on his phone screen. After finding out who was calling, Danish felt lazy to answer him. He finally shut down.

Until the fourth call, Danish was forced to answer.

"Hallo Nish was a long time ago, he replied. I was waiting so much from earlier," as long as the voice of a woman who was none other than Amora.

"What's wrong?" tanya Danish pitched ketus. The woman is still trying to pull Danish back to get closer to him.

"You received my parcel, didn't you?" Amora asked back. However Danish only frowned.

"Brief? Oh probably still at home" replied Danish. Though seeing the form of parcels that are meant by Amora has not been.

"Did that waitress not tell you? sucks. I purposely gave you a birthday present. Happy birthday to Danish. Hopefully you will soon acc our cooperation again" said Amora later without giving Danish a chance to cut it.

Oh yes, Danish herself until she remembers that today is her birthday.

"Yes thank you," replied Danish indifferently.

"Together, how about we have lunch together again?" Amora is still trying to take Danish's heart.

"Can't! I'm busy." Finally the call from the woman was cut off directly by Danish.

The man went straight to a room that was behind his study. The room did not have a single woman enter it. Including Arifa.

Danish closed the door and locked it tightly and then laid her body on a mattress there. His eyes looked at the ceiling of his white room. He soon fell asleep in his sleep.

In front of him he saw a woman who was playing cheerfully with a small child. Laughter was heard from both. Danish involuntarily smiled and her heart felt happy. It is like having a perfect family.

The little boy then called him.

"Daddy .. Come play with us!"

Danish was confused, looking for others around the park but in fact there was no other man besides him. Danish nodded and stood up.

It's a pity, when he was about to step his feet closer towards them. Danish legs feel very heavy, even difficult to move. The voice of the little boy and girl was getting away from him. Danish started crying.

"Daddy! come on over here."

Increasingly stupefied and tears flooded both of his cheeks. His heart was so sore that the two people who had been playing cheerfully in front of him had now disappeared from his sight.

There was only a white light enveloping, gradually changing from a speck of black and becoming dark. Danish also woke up with a gasp of breath sitting on the edge of the bed.

It looks like his sweat is pouring around his forehead and falling on his pants. The crying broke back.

Why do I feel lost again? I couldn't see it with that sad face. I couldn't hold back my tears when I faced him. It's hard for me to hold back all the anger that's the end point every time I talk to her.

Danish then went to the bathroom to wash her face from the sweat and tears. After that tidied up his clothes and came out of that secret room.

His eyes unintentionally caught a stranger in front of him. Right opposite him.

"Happy birthday, my husband." The woman's face was wearing makeup and clothing that had never been worn in front of the man who was now sculpting without blinking.

Well-favoured.

That's what he said in his heart. She did not forget the day of her birth.

Too long his smile was not responded at all, Arifa put the cake in her hand on the table. Then walked over to her husband and her steps stopped at exactly one foot between them.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other and were glued.

"Maybe, this is my last birthday. After this, you and I are no longer us ... " Arifa took a deep breath. Meanwhile, Danish is still waiting for Arifa's next speech.

"Whether and however hard I try to maintain this marriage, it still means nothing to you. I am the woman you asked from Brother Farhan to be made a wife. Happy at first. But after I need your figure to be beside me you are not there. You think this marriage is just about understanding you? me too! sorry, I can't continue with our story. I'm disappointed in you."

Arifa immediately turned around, turning her back to her husband. The crying was no longer out of his eyes.

"Darling ... "

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