Womb of Rebutant
Falling in Love at First Look

Arta drives her car at a moderate speed. Time has shown maghrib time.

Arta deflects the steering wheel as it passes through a mosque. He stopped by for a while for maghrib prayers before he had a meeting at Melati's restaurant with the middle-aged man he met on the street earlier this afternoon.

Arta performs maghrib prayer. Twenty-five minutes later Arta was done and back in the car.

Throughout the journey Arta's mind raged thinking of the right word he wanted to convey to Mak and also his brother, Syakir.

Huffftt..

"May Mak same brother not angry with me later. I can't stand Dilla's attitude. It is better for me to marry again than to have the inner stress of living with a woman who prefers to comfort herself outside and always peddle her body to every man. O Allah.. Is there just one good woman in this world left for me?? I'm male. Need a place to grieve and love me. I need a wife who obeys you, O God.. The same as Annisa and Mak Zizi. Those two women are role models for me. The sadness of both of them is beyond doubt. Please, Robb.. Let the ordinary people. No rank or department needed. The important thing is to be a wife to me and also the mother of my son. I beg you, O Allah." - Arta, with condense eyes.

Once the eyes are closed it will surely fall on his cheeks. But Arta held him down while in the dafa kept urging him to come out immediately.

He wiped his tears quickly because they could not stop him. Arta rubbed it rough.

The deg!

Spontaneously Arta stopped the speed of his car when he saw a woman being pulled by force on the sidewalk until she fell to the asphalt of the road.

The woman grimaced with pain. Arta sat in her car. The heart beat unruffled as it saw the little girl being forcefully pulled again until it staggered following the footsteps of the middle-aged woman who pulled her.

Realize that he has a meeting. Arta drove the car slowly. But his eyes still looked at the girl who continued to be forcibly withdrawn.

While Risma who was currently being pulled grumbled in the heart. He wanted to touch her, but was afraid of infidelity.

"If it wasn't for you substitutes for my parents, then I would have pushed you back just like I did! But since you are the surrogates of my parents, I still obey and harbor resentment in my heart! Huuhhh!" His mind grumbled violently.

Risma remained following the steps of the two men with a wry grimaced face. Arta who saw him chuckled.

Because he could see the annoyed face of Risma who was currently so sour when he saw. The funny thing again, Risma could turn a sweet smile when the Aunt turned to her.

Arta giggled amusedly at that. For some reason, Arta really liked the little girl. He wanted to go down and look directly at the face of the soft girl is now jutek behind his aunt but turned sweet when the aunt looked at him with her fierce face.

Arta just kept laughing the whole way. If anyone saw Arta now, he would feel like Arta was crazy.

Arta smiled to herself to see the little girl who had disappeared behind the bend of the road.

"Well, I feel like this heart is beating for him. But. ah, that's it! If you are looking for a soul mate, go nowhere. But.. I really want that girl. If only.." Arta shouts in the heart.

Mate.

No one knows. If indeed he was destined to be together, to any extent then they would definitely be united as well.

Everything has become a decision and cannot be changed again.

Holy to Allah, with all His word.

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