We are Not Honey

We are Not Honey
Chapters 10. Flashback Part 6's


"Excuse me." A beautiful, inedible woman opens the door to her son's room. "There's Zahra." Eliana continued as Riyan looked at her questioningly.


"No knocking on the door ? Riyan is big, Mom." Said Riyan who looked so surprised by the actions of the mother who suddenly snatched into his room.


Eliana chuckled at the nagging of her son.


"Let's meet Zahra first, there's something important she wants to tell you." Bring along.


Riyan nodded, then left his desk and followed his mother out of the room to the bottom floor.


A little while later, Riyan arrived at the living room where Zahra was. Hearing the approaching footsteps, the girl with the long canal looked up. Replying to the smile of the middle-aged woman standing next to the man, whose face always reminded Zahra of someone who had faced the power first, then she looked down again.


"Mother is staying." Eliana patted her son's shoulder gently, then stepped away from the room. Give time and space for two people who do not know each other closely, to talk about many things. Well, no matter how complicated a problem is, one of the best ways to take is to talk about it.


The young man who now works as a doctor in the best hospital owned by the family nodded. Staring briefly at the woman who was his first love passed from the room, then stepped closer to the sofa and sat down before the girl who was still looking down deeply.


"When would you marry me ?" Ask Zahar slowly.


Riyan still looked so calm while watching Zahra who kept bowing.


"When are you ready?." Riyan replied still with a flat and calm face.


Zahra. Hearing that cold and flat answer, made his heart a little not wilt.Not not a cold answer, but a question answered with a question. Wasn't this man in front of her, who asked her to continue the marriage ? What did he meet today ? A smirk on Zahra's lips was seen.


"I did this just because I wanted to appreciate the kindness Om Ken and Aunt El had for our orphanage. You don't have to be cold to me, Mom. If you don't want to, then don't push yourself." Zahra.


Ryan was surprised by the sentence he had just heard. What was the answer offending this girl before him ?


"I mean..


"I understand. We both need time to adjust to circumstances." Sela Zahra fast.


Riyan was silent again. He did not expect, if the girl who looked quiet during the time he arrived here since this one month, was so brave to throw a sentence full of annoyance at him.


"Give me some time. We'll get married once I get back to formally proposing to you. Places, wedding decorations and so on nothing will change. Everything will be the same as it used to be arranged by my parents for you and Rayan." Said Riyan still continuing to stare fixedly at the girl in front of him.


Zahra took a deep breath. I don't know what kind of marriage he will have in the future. Married to a man who had a woman he loved. During this time, he never imagined himself to be a woman who damaged other people's relationships.


In the hospital, the romance of the two doctors, so popular among the hospital employees.


"If it's like that, tell me what I did after I got married." Zahra.


Zahra clenched her hands in annoyance mixed with this man before her. For many years she became a nursing assistant for Rayan, until now an important part of the hospital owned by the Hermawan family, she never knew or found out who and how the life of a Riyan.


"Mas, we don't know each other. You don't know what I look like, and vice versa. So I think you need to tell me important things about yourself so I don't make mistakes." Zahra.


Riyan smiled at Zahra's obvious behavior because of her attitude today.


"Don't be a perfect woman, Zahra. You are still human, and I am too. The most important thing is, I want to ask for your trust. Let everything go as it is." Answer Riyan. "I understand your good intentions to be a good wife. But I'm still a human being who doesn't know where my own contentment limits are. I don't want to be the man who will continue to sue my wife just because of my own dissatisfaction." Reciprocity. No, not because she did not want Zahra to be the best wife for her, but because she did not deserve to be treated like that by a Zahra.


Zahra could only take a deep breath, to reduce the vexation in her heart. Let it be, he will follow where this destiny will take him later.


"I just want your trust, can't I?" Ask Ryan again.


After exhaling his breath slowly, Zahra nodded in understanding. It seemed like the man before her was very much different from Rayan, her lover.


"So I don't have to prepare anything anymore, do I?" Ask Zahra.


"Wear what you have prepared. I did too." Answer Riyan.


"Where do we live after marriage ?" Ask Zahra again.


"I'll go with you where he wants. But we'd better stay in this house with Mom and Dad. Besides being closer to the hospital, I'm also an only child now. I'm afraid Dad and Mom are lonely. It's okay, right?" Answer Riyan.


"alright. Then excuse me to go to the hospital." Pamit Zahra's.


"You're upset ?" Ask Riyan. It seemed to make this girl before him resist irritatingly, making him feel a little better.


Zahra. He grabbed a small bag that he put on the sofa beside him, then moved from the luxurious sofa to say goodbye to his future mother-in-law.


Without taking out another word, Zahra stepped past Riyan who kept looking at her in surprise.


"Where are you planning your honeymoon ?" Ask Riyan.


Zahra turned around, she was surprised when she saw that Riyan was already standing right behind her.


"Is that all I want to ask you ?" Ask annoyed. Who is not upset, of the many important things this man should know about his life, only the question of the honeymoon place he got.


"That's the most important part of marriage, right ?" Said Riyan still continuing to stare at the already reddened face before him. "Don't tell me you and Rayan never talked about it." Connect with a soft tone.


"Rayan is not as lazy as you are." Zahra replied annoyed. After hitting Riyan on the head with her little bag, the beautiful girl with the long canal passed from the room with a peaking annoyance.