The Incomplete Love
The Incomplete Love

Thoriq contacted Qiara as soon as his car came out of the basement parking lot. Although her heart has now begun to accept Hanna, Qiarah is the only true owner of love.

“Assalamualaykum Qia!” Sapa Thoriq was excited as soon as Qiara picked up her phone.

“Waalaykumussalam Mas, alhamdulillah already in Jakarta.” Qiara hoped her voice would not sound vibrating withstanding emotions.

“Udah, Mas pick you up at home ya.”

“Qia has departed with Mas Dhanu.”

“Oh... lf it will be busy later in the day Qia is not? Mas peeking lunch together.” Thoriq was disappointed that he left early in the morning to be able to pick up Qiara. He cursed last night not to give news because tempted Hanna seduction.

“Bby, I'm at Casablanca Mall tapinya. Because there is a meeting.”

“In shaa Allah Mas to it. Qia, how are you doing?”

“Still alive.”

Thoriq held his breath, so he always answered grandfather to cover up his pain. The man gulps down imagining his wife's feelings while he coolly fucks Hanna. Although it was lawful for him, he realized it was painful for Qiara. She starts to have feelings for Hanna.

“Qia, Mas keep love with you. Whatever it is.”

“Qia also..Mas, Qia has arrived. Later 11 hours at D’Maestro yes.”

“In the Lord, I can't wait to see Qia.”

***

Eleven o'clock Thoriq arrived at the Casablanca Mall. Intentionally he set up a meeting so that he could arrive faster. He believes Qiara must be working on interior design for one of the tenants there. Thoriq wanted to steal his first wife's sight.

Sure enough, on the second floor, Thoriq saw his first wife walk into one of the tenants. He peered through the door that was not tightly closed. Qiara was measuring while wearing the project cap.

“Yes Allah Qiara, only you can make Mas kayak gini.”

Like a Kasmaran Thoriq looking at his wife from the door. When a worker came out and forgot to close the door, Thoriq increasingly clearly saw Qiara.

His wife looks beautiful and adorable. Wearing a tumeric color jumpsuit and blue sneakers made the twenty-six-year-old woman look like a seventeen-year-old.

Thoriq's brows frowned at the sight of one of the clients secretly stealing glances towards Qiara. Not one, but both. Young men with tall faces like K-Pop artists.

Pretending to call while walking, Thoriq turned his face when one of the men walked up to him and closed the door.

While walking around the mall, Thoriq returned to where Qiara was working with the client. His heart cheered as the door opened again. Thoriq walked into the store opposite pretending to look at the goods.

“You are Qia, who made Mas salting, his inner”.

Qiara was still in the space that would either be used as a restaurant or a shop. He began to draw something on the tablet while explaining. The two men listened carefully.

Thoriq fully observed how Qiara interacted with his client. His heart cheered as Qiara remained professional. Thoriq snorted angrily at the sight of the two men clearly trying to attract Qiara's attention.

“You are indeed the wonderful wife of Mas, Darling,” muttered Thoriq with a smile.

“Sorry, What did you say just now?” Ask the guard suddenly. Thoriq stuttered as the shopkeeper unconsciously heard him.

“Excuse me just look.” As he quickly passed Thoriq saw Qiara and the two men had exited the project area. Hurriedly Thoriq stood behind the pillar while peeking. It's like a stalker.

Qiara seemed to talk while laughing at the K-Pop men then he clenched his hands in his chest to say hello and walked towards the escalator. His wife was immediately busy with hape while the two men were observing from afar.

“Oh Qiaraku, even though I have wished you, it turns out that you still maintain the dignity as a sholihah wife,” Thoriq muttered with a sour feeling.

Thoriq rushed towards the D’Maestro restaurant. Qiara was still seen descending the escalator to the next floor. Thoriq walked towards the restaurant.

After sitting down, he ordered his wife's favorite drink, Ice Lychee Tea and Avogatto's drink. At the same time eat their favorite opener, calamari and tofu fried salt chili.

Thoriq saw the watch. It's 12:15. Qiara was not seen.

A message came in from Qiara, he hurriedly read it. He was afraid that Qiara would undo the intention.

“Assalamualaykum Mas, sorry Qia late, was gigging adzan, so Dzuhur first. Now Qia is heading to the resto. Mas where?”

Thoriq smiled happily. “His sholi wife Mas ..”

Reluctant to send a message, he immediately called, counting tarty hear the crisp voice of his wife.

“Assalamualaykum Qia, Mas already at resto.”

“Waalaykumussalam. Oh. already. Okay okay, Qia get there. Sorry for Qia late.”

“No forgiveness, later tonight should be punished.”

“Ih Mas ah, yes Qia Jalan.”

“Set the phone can't?”

“Musholanya only one level below resto. Qia cepet kok its way.”

“No, Mas peng heard the voice Qia.”

“Ya already, yes already,” Qia chuckles adorablely.

“Qia already Mas pesenin ice lychee tea.”

“Makasi Mas's. Qia is thirsty. Mas there will be bakpao salted eggs, mau dong Mas. Kok Qia suddenly pep.”

“Okay Mas pesenin. Qia want what else?”

“Mau Mas.” Qiara who was quietly already standing beside Thoriq kissed her husband's cheek.

Thoriq gasped to see Qiara's reddish face as she walked quickly from the musholla to the resto.

“Qiara, Mas kangen.” Thoriq stood up and hugged his wife tightly. Buried deeply into Qiara's neck.

Qiara returned Thoriq's embrace equally tightly. Shake all the pain with happiness because Thoriq is already with him.

“Qia Kangen Mas.”

“Mas moreover, Dear.”

Realizing they were becoming a spectacle, the two finally took off a hug. Qiara smiled shyly, her cheeks growing red.

“Qia, we move place yuk. Mas another eaters.”

“Yes why? It was ordered. What Qia ask for a pack?”

“You know where you want to move?”

“Mas what to eat?”

“Mas wants to move to the opposite hotel. Inquisitor of you,” whispered Thoriq teasing in Qiara's ears.

“Mas!” Anxiously Qiara pinched her husband's arm.

“Qia is serious nanggepin.”

“Mas is also serious, Qia. I can't wait until later tonight.”

“No. Qia wants to eat first. Later Qia fainted loh.”

“Eh no, yes, yes. But get ready for tonight, yeah. You are no longer mens, are you?”

Qia took a plate for Thoriq, then took out a calamari, tofu, and bakpao before taking it for herself.

Thoriq smiled seeing how nimbly Qiara served him as usual. There was a fear Qiara was unwilling to meet him had even left him. I don't know what this woman's heart is made of just accepting a husband who just came home for his honeymoon.

Observing Qiara's face, there was a sad stroke trying to be covered. Thoriq gently clasped Qiara's hand. One other hand put the child's hair out of his wife's veil.

“My wife is very beautiful.” Netra Thoriq stared fixedly at Qiara's face. With her cute style Qiara raised an eyebrow. The hands that were still free scooped various dishes onto his plate.

“Mas eat,” he said while feeding a small calamari to Thoriq.

“Yes Allah, why can I hurt a woman as good, as beautiful as this?”

Thoriq opened his mouth, accepting Qiara's bribe. Only then did Qiara eat the ordered menus.

Quietly Qiara observed the changes to Thoriq. The woman was sure her husband had opened his heart and feelings for Hanna. Qiara sighed to ward off the heartache.

Thoriq silently watched Qiara. His wife repeatedly sighed softly. On one hand, he felt guilty. On the other hand he was a little happy because it meant that there was still jealousy in Qiara's heart.

“Yes Allah, keep the love of Qiara for me. Let me be selfish once.”

Reluctant to discuss the news of Thoriq, Qiara asked how the projects her husband handled. Similarly Thoriq asked Qiara's work. The man was proud that his wife had many new clients.

“Followers instagram I also add, Mas. Yesterday I also got endorsements from several online shops for kitchen devices. Unpaid but passable can funny-funny pan and fryer.”

Thoriq watched Qiara. It was so adorable the way his wife told me. His eyes were twinkling, his lips were always smiling, not to mention his crisp laughter.

They exchanged stories while spending the main menu ordered. Qiara ordered a tuna sandwich while Thoriq chose spaghetti aglio olio. For a moment they forget the burden of their marriage.

“Honey, where will I pick up?”

“I'm not going to the office, I want to see the Kahyangan project in front of the HI, Mas.”

“Okay Mas pick up there. It's a little late, yes, Mas there met people in the office at 3 to 5.”

“Qia can take MRT to Senayan. Later Qia road to Mas' office. I have deket.”

“Nothing Mas pick up.”

“Macet right, three-in-one.”

“Mas can cut small road. At about 6 o'clock we arrived in Kahyangan. Maghrib deket we just got home. It's nothing to get stuck in a little. Mas kangen together in the same car Qi.”

Again Qiara pinched her husband's arm.

“Later malem Qia will abis Mas cubitin.”

Qiara bit her lower lip, her pinching intent was undone. While Thoriq held his breath seeing how cute Qiara's expression was.

Time must separate them. Thoriq had to return to the office while Qiara picked up Marianne to the project she was working on.

Thoriq delivered Qiara to the lobby. Marianne was waiting there.

“Qia go first yes, until later afternoon.” Qiara kissed the back of her husband's hand.

“May Mas always be blessed, healthy, and in the protection of God. Assalamualaykum, Mas.”

Thoriq kissed his wife's forehead. Together with Qiara he found calm and happiness as well as a sense of comfort that he did not find while with Hanna.

Marianne said hello to Thoriq. It was common for Thoriq to meet Qiara's friend. The man did not move until Qiara got into the car and passed.

“You are always in prayer Mas, My dear.”

Thoriq went to musholla to fulfill the obligation of the day.

***

A week passed, Thoriq was with Qiara. It was as if there was no Hanna among them. Only occasionally did Thoriq receive a phone call asking Hanna for news.

Increasingly understanding the habits of his second wife, Thoriq is now more assertive if Hanna wants to linger. Despite the murmur, Hanna is now more obedient.

Hanna accepts a job to manage her parents' business. Because she was lazy to leave the house, Hanna chose a job that could be done offline. The days aren't too strong. She also felt her husband was warmer.

That night, Thoriq and Qiara were watching Netflix. They sat on the couch comfortably in the TV room. As usual Qiara leaned against Thoriq's chest.

Thoriq was fond of playing with his wife's hair, smelling at the top of the head whose fragrance had always been opium.

“Qia, when Mas left, what are you doing?”

“Clubbing same temen-temen,” replied Qia lightly.

“Lying, which is really you.” Thoriq's body stiffened. He straightened Qiara's body and looked at his wife's netra deeply.

Qiara widened her eyes challenging Thoriq's gaze.

“Qia! You dare lie to Mas, yes!”

Qiara. He stood up and ran. Her tall, tall husband managed to catch her tiny body, calling her to the shoulder like a sack of rice while Qiara was giggling while beating her husband's back.

Carefully and slowly, Thoriq laid down Qiara.

“To which club?”

“Club swimmer!” Answer Qiara origin.

Thoriq landed a kiss on Qiara's lips.********** without mercy. His hands were busy groping all the sensitive parts of his wife.

“Mas, Qia can't breath ..” says his wife gasps.

“Biarin! Still dare say you oergi clubbing.”

Smiling Qia replied, “Still. Qia to club sandwich.”

“Yes Allah Qia!”

Thoriq rained a kiss on his wife until she got out of control. Removed from the house clothes his wife was wearing and mercilessly demanded enjoyment from Qiara.

***

In her apartment Hanna waited with concern for the results listed on the flat object.

It's been over a month since Thoriq first touched her and she hasn't had her period.

Can't wait for the results while pacing back and forth.

Finally appeared.

“Alhamdulillaah yes Allah. Thoriq, you are all mine now!”

Hanna prostrated herself with gratitude after seeing the two lines on her pregnancy test kit.

He immediately made a plan. The good news is withheld until Thoriq's turn with him next week.

“You're satisfied Qiara, after that bye-bye!”

***