The Love Story of Arumi
Abyan's friend

"Why, in your house there is a car? your husband has come home?"

"I don't know wid either, but why are there two cars?"

"Like him, this is Najib's car, '" Arumi added.

Making Widya who was touching the car, he quickly distanced her.

"Why Wid? I guess what that is."

"I-I went straight home mi!"

"Why? just go in for a second, come on." Widya's hand pulls Arumi into her house, with her forced to follow.

"You don't want to, 'cause I said it was Najib's car?"

"Bu-not."

"Keep because of what? why are your hands so cold Wid?"

"Oh my God, why is this? why not like before, who was very happy to meet ustadz Najib."

"Well, even daydreaming of a child."

"If you don't want to, yes. I'm the one who came in." Arumi took off her hand on Widya.

"What's wrong, I'm coming." Widya smiled, showing that she wanted to come in.

Arumi then touched the bell, rang it. Abyan opened the door of his house.

"Assalamu'alaikum mas," Arumi's greeting took Abyan's hand, then kissed him.

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

"Come on! enter Widya," Arumi.

"Widya, why don't you want to come in? inside are my friends, what a coincidence."

"Friends? means a lot of gus?" ask Widya curiously.

"Who is it?" Arumi is also curious about Abyan's friends.

"That's just three, let's go in first."

Abyan goes first, Arumi and Widya behind him.

"How long is it? who's guest?" ask his friend Abyan.

"My wife and her friend."

In the living room seat, there are three men, who Arumi and Widya know only ustadz Najib.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Arumi.

Unlike Widya who immediately lowered her head, after seeing Najib ustadz.

"Wa'alaikum salam" they answered.

"This is Arumi my wife, and next to her is Widya, her friend." Abyan introduced his wife.

"This is Akbar, the lecturer at the mas teaching campus, and Farid, my friend back in Cairo, a doctor."

"Greetings." Arumi smiled and clenched her hands together.

"Arumi same Widya also bosen see you jib." They all laughed when they heard it.

"Ning Arumi, why aren't you sitting with her friend." Ustadz Najib sees those who remain standing.

"Hm, sorry ustadz and all, because I just got home. Please go ahead again, my friend and I are going to the kitchen."

"No need to bother ning, I also have enough water to drink." Because Abyan just gave him water.

Abyan and another friend knew that Najib was insinuating him.

"That means, if you want to make just two." Abyan tells Arumi to make two, for Akbar and Farid alone.

"Three dong, there are three of these guests."

"So he said enough water."

"If it's the same ning Arumi, I want it." He got a sharp look from Abyan.

"Mas, I go to the kitchen first" Arumi looked at her husband. Abyan nodded.

Arumi and Widya head for the kitchen, having kept Arumi's bag in her room.

"May also tuh by, your wife's friend," said Akbar.

"Maybe, there's still no one's got," Abyan glanced at Najib who was silent.

"If you like your wife too?"

"***- is why be my wife? certainly can't." Abyan just realized, that the one asked could be his wife.

"Both can't" Najib opened a vote not to go near Arumi and Widya.

"Why? abyan said no one had it yet."

"Because, because Widya belongs to me."

Arumi and Widya heard Najib's remarks, due to Najib's slightly outspoken voice.

Arumi glanced at Widya who was just silent.

"Widya," call Arumi.

"What mi?" Widya turned towards Arumi.

"Did you hear her?"

"I don't know what Najib's ustadz meant, he said he already had a future wife. So, what did that mean?"

"That means you don't want to, if you meet with Najib's ustadz, because of this?" arumi asked making Widya nod.

"It's possible, the future wife in Najib's ustadz, you're Wid."

Widya just kept quiet, while stirring the drink.

"I must ask this, same mas Aby," inner Arumi.

What do you want this Najib ustadz? othor doesn't understand either.

Always support othor bebu dear, annyeong love.