The Incomplete Love
Hanna's stratagem

At work, Qiara was making a presentation in front of some hotel owners who entrusted the entire interior of the hotel to her.

Usually Qiara only worked on certain parts and only this time he led a team to work on the whole concept.

Qiara's presentation technique is different from other designers. He understands that people need to get a sensation every time they enter a room. With jelly he brought his clients to enjoy the sensation of starting to enter the lobby, receptionist area, restaurants, cafes, elevators, to rooms with various levels ranging from standard to presidential suites.

The hotel owners who are brothers are satisfied. They hope this hotel will be a social gathering place in Jakarta.

The owner of the hotel named Anti commented on his presentation. “Qiara, we love your design. Elegant but still vibrant.”

“Mbak Maya is right. I see all the instagramable rooms, the lighting is also fitting. Minority repairs, just in the deluxe room. Others have been approved!” The younger sister, Iriana, was as excited as the older sister.

Iriana connect, “Later the execution of Qiara will supervise, right?”

“In syaa Allah Mbak, if for production there is Mas Adrian here. I will keep an eye on its placement in the.” location

“Good, we can't wait. So far we are satisfied with ArteLi Design because it is on time and everything really suits our shadow. Hopefully later on the field also satisfying.”

“In shaa Allah Bu,” replied Adrian head of production replied.

“Good then we pamit.” Maya, Iriana, and her band of pampholes. Marianne, Qiara, and Adriane drove them to the lobby.

“Good joob Qi! Thanks yes,” said Marianne while patting the shoulders of her flagship designer.

“Sama-sama Ma'am. Yuk eat me laper. Cherish said she wanted to join us.”

“So eat seblak?”

“So doong, from the presentation I was already in shadow.”

Before long, Marianne and Qiara had already walked to the tavern in front of the office. Cherish is waiting.

“Have to ya, eat seblak. Hot tau,” welcome Cherish without further ado.

“Lu why you want to come, don't you have temen, Nyet?” Reply Qiara while chuckling followed Marianne.

“My date is level three. Numben very peing seblak. Bunting lu?”

“Sssh, as soon as you come, don't be noisy. Dining-eating..”

Marianne and Cherish shook their heads to see Qiara devouring like a starving person.

“Lu abis dironde sama Thoriq ya?” Deloroh Cherish again while slowly sipping fresh gravy.

“Hehehe, you know. Said tell fight.”

“So how are you doing?”

“Lu know, I was like standing on the edge of a cliff. Every moment can be. As long as I haven't, I'm grateful and happy. You know if you've been to the abyss difficult to climb.”

Marianne and Cherish nodded in agreement.

“Dah, ludes!”

“Truly lu ye, we are only half you already klaar.”

“Laper bosses. Bang, I want two yes. You want to too, right?”

***

Thoriq and Hanna were watching the TV broadcast. A few days after Hanna told me about her pregnancy, Thoriq always wanted to go home fast.

The routine of going home from work now is to massage Hanna's legs and make her pregnant milk before going to bed. Hanna complained that her legs and waist were often sore.

The new rush with Hanna made Thoriq forget to ask about Qiara. As tonight Qiara again checked the hape not a single message came in while usually every morning and night, at least Thoriq sent a message.

Qiara knew that Thoriq also sent messages to ask Hanna every morning and night with him.

“Yes Allah, strengthen me by Your decree. Make me easy, O God. Take care of Mas Thoriq so that he does not become a dzolim husband over his wives,” pinta Qiara after praying.

After folding the mukena and prayer mats. Qiara checked once again the message from Thoriq. There's still nothing.

Her finger finally opened her husband's Instagram page. There are no extras yet. She then opened Hanna's Instagram. Her heart was sliced by the pictures of her husband's wedding and honeymoon.

At the wedding Thoriq still looks ordinary, tends to be sad. But in the photos of the honeymoon in some posts seen Thoriq peeked at Hanna's cheeks with affection.

“Yes Allah, sick.” Qiara immediately closed the site. Tears expand in the fertilizer, wet the lashes. He looked at the side of the bed where Thoriq used to sleep. Remembering the warmth that used to be just his.

***

“Mas, can't you ask Ms Qiara to give up? Now Hanna is pregnant. Should Mas more same Hanna, keep debay.”

“Now Mas is still confused how to tell Mbak Qiara. Later Mas set. Debay's mom should be healthy and happy so debay is also healthy.”

Thoriq knelt before Hanna and kissed the stomach where her seed was growing.

With the weight of Thoriq rise.

“Mas departs, Hanna. Assalamualaykum.”

“Waalaykumussalam, Mas.”

Today feels different. If before Thoriq could not wait to meet Qiara, now he was reluctant to leave Hanna. Moreover, she does not know how to tell Hanna's pregnancy.

Finally Thoriq called Qiara.

“Assalamualaykum Qia, what's new?”

Qiara frowned at Thoriq's flat tone of voice.

“Waalaykumussalam, Mas. Qia good. How about?”

“Good.”

“Alhamdulillah,” Qia replied while holding back the disappointment of Thoriq's unusual attitude.

“Let's go home right?”

“Iya.”

“Ya have not been picked up, Qia today work from home.”

“OK. Yes, I'll see you later. Assalamuykum.”

“Waalaykumussalam.”

Qiara hung up the phone while enduring disappointment. No word “sayang”, don't ask why Qiara works from home. Qiara knew that one day she would have to face this reality, but she thought it would be this fast.

The removal of tears that lately diligently expands in his eyes. He refocused on his work. Forgetting disappointment in her husband. Occasionally sipping tea and biting toast.

These two days Qiara felt unwell. He blamed the spicy seblak that he devoured not to mention rujak and pempek.

It was almost noon when a nameless phone came in.

“Assalamualaykum, Ms. Qiara, this is Hanna.”

Qiara's throat choked at the sound of her honey sounding softly lashed out.

“Yes Allah, deserve my husband quickly turn away.”

After taking a deep breath Qiara replied,” Waalaykumussalam Hanna.”

“Mbak, can Hanna play at home? I'm sorry Hanna wanted to talk to you. Hanna ... Hanna would like to apologize.”

Qiara was silent and thought, weighing whether her heart was strong enough to meet the woman who had shared the bed with her husband.

“Mbak Qiara, hello, still there?”

“Still. Okay come aja.”

“Sore Yes Mbak.”

“Mas Thoriq today to home Mbak.”

“Oh before the koq. Yes, I'll see you later, Mbak.”

“OK Hanna.”

Hanna knew Thoriq's schedule today wasn't so busy. He will arrange the time of his arrival to Qiara's house before Thoriq gets there.

***