The Second Angel of My Husband
Chapter 8

Zella continued to chase the car, she did not give up driving her motorcycle through the streets that were quite crowded to meet her childhood friends. Until they entered the small road, it looks like the speed of the car began to decline and entered a minimalist house. A smile again adorned Zella's face, as her guess was correct. Shamil looks out of the car itself, but Shamil is still unaware of Zella's whereabouts.

Zella wants to park her motorcycle in front of Shamil's house, not allowing to bring her motorcycle into Shamil's home area.

"Nltin!" A car drove slowly and stopped near Zella.

"Sorry mom, early in the morning road users are quite a lot, you should not park on the side of the road yes, understand, the road is narrow" said the driver.

"I just want to spend a moment with my friend, this is his house." Zella signs for Shamil's house.

"Mending mother parking permit in the yard of another house, the same permission aja aja, usually this morning on a busy cleaning terrace. One motorbike parked on the side of the road, can make a jam bu."

"Thank you for your advice, if so I'll find a parking spot first." Zela immediately followed the advice of the road user.

The Shamil residence.

Arriving at home, Shamil immediately prepared food for Akhsan. He actually hates this activity, but for a purpose, Shamil tries to look happy.

"Aba so bad luck deh ngantornya, sorry Amma, was picked up and the prince's transfer amma first to school him. Amma schedule with him in fact, but busy work makes him upset with amma." said Shamil.

"Just relax amma, aba tau from co-workers aba, he said amma today is a holiday, so aba also relaxes." Akhsan immediately pulled Shamil into his lap.

No words enough, no saturation. As much as anything, as often as anything, never relieved Akhsan's thirst for hot activities.

While outside the house, Zella tries to find a place to park. Luckily, there was one neighbor who allowed Zella to park her motorbike not far from the minimalist house. Zella slowly enters Shamil's house. Zella looked at the car Shamil had driven. "Your work is fruitful, as your father said, you can be successful. I'm so happy for all your achievements."

A moment later, Zella's smile disappears, when she realizes that a motorcycle she knows is parked in front of Shamil's car. He was immediately enveloped in various flavors, even his knees began to limp.

"Don't think weird, maybe Akhsan's here to take care of the job. They used to be one office, Ari said." Zella tried to encourage herself.

Work at home people this early?

"Perhaps Kak Akhsan's motorbike has a minjem, you can't think bad with your husband!"

Zella drove out all the whispers of goib that increasingly shook the building of her heart. Zella swung her pair of legs towards the main door. The door was wide open, so Zella could see the whole house.

Zella froze as her pair of eyes fell on the corner of the wall adorned with many wedding photos. It felt like no earthly destruction could describe his current self-destruction. Shamil's smile and the man in the photo made Zella feel like she was losing her powers. Beyond her limits, Zella fell on the porch floor of the house, her eyes fixed on the wedding photos of Shamil and Akhsan. Shamil looks so beautiful with a white kebaya, while Akhsan looks handsome in a bridal suit that matches Shamil's kebaya.

Zella's tears just seeped away realizing that her childhood friend and her husband were married. Zella recalled the time when Akhsan insisted on visiting Shamil when they first got married. Zella smiled laughing at her stupidity. Like his doubts at that time, as important as that ex-boyfriend friend so Akhsan willingly traveled far just for the sake of his friend's ex-girlfriend. At that time Zella felt that Akhsan and Shamil had a relationship. It was obvious how they looked at each other and shook hands.

Zella's laughter broke even more, laughing at all her stupidity, the laughter that escaped with her tears. He imagined while in the cottage Nadi, Akhsan prefers shelter, not shelter, but Akhsan wants to be with Shamil and closer to Shamil. And he was so stupid that he couldn't see how much love between them.

"What?" Akhsan did not accept that kenikm@tan was paused for no reason.

"I hear people laughing outside."

"It's natural, right here early in the morning hours home from work street rame. No one dared to macem-macem, the CCTV in front is very clear, the thief also thinks many times to act. Let them do their business." Akhsan again continued his increasingly unconditional activities.

On the porch of the house, Zella felt herself had lost her sanity, she kept crying, but also could not stop laughing.

"I have to what? Ngamuk and hit them? Viralin them?" Zella slowly got up.

"Very small people who care about your grief and destruction. Why show your sadness, why do you go berserk? You go home and think about what steps you should take after knowing this."

Zella slowly wiped her tears. "Don't show your sorrow to so many people, God knows enough."

Zella left the house with all the pain in her heart.

"Lho, is he crying?" greet the owner of the place where Zella parked her motorcycle.

"Mum's habit, too happy to meet childhood friends, so I laugh as much as crying comes in a row."

"I'm happy to hear that. But Sister Shamil was busy, her husband came in the morning, kept going again, the afternoon came again, usually at 10 to 11 pm left again," said the landowner.

Zella tried to smile, though her heart began to curse Akhsan.

Ha! Ha! Ha! A lecture? Whether you are a human of what kind and created from what land Akhsan. Is there a more rotten man than you who wears a religious shield for the satisfaction of your lusts?

I don't know, it feels so disgusted to imagine Akhsan who uses the reason to teach, even though he has fun with his young wife.

Zella tried to regain her consciousness. "Thank you ma'am, parking clearance has been granted. I want to leave, want to continue the duty of the country ma'am." said Zella.

Zella slowly drove her bike, down the road back to her house. Once at home, Zella can't do anything. He sat down by his bedside, reminiscing about all the beautiful glimpses of his life with Akhsan.

"Is this pain yes Rabb loves an unfinished man with his past?"

At the moment Zella is devastated, yet she is trying to endure all this pain herself.

"I'm not a good man, but I'm trying to be a filial wife to you, brother ...."

Zella let her tears slide freely down her cheeks.