You're Not Mine
Just Follow My Words

"Sister," Jihan's great-grandson to the man who appears to be massaging the base of his nose.

"Dam." The man's law. "Come here."

According to Jihan, she landed her body next to Yoga.

"Why is he here? Who exactly is he?" Show it to the man who fell weak on the floor of the house. Yoga certainly does not just pass it off, if only not pingsang. Until now, yoga has been beating him up.

Jihan seemed hesitant to answer Yoga's question, she held tightly to the end of her shirt. His eyes are back heating up.

"Hey calm down, now there's me. You don't have to worry." Swiping Jihan's head slowly.

"K-Sister." Jihan's voice was almost choked.

"No need to tell a story now. Calm yourself first," I don't know what prompted Yoga to bring Jihan into his arms. Even Jihan herself did not refuse, she actually felt calm and comfortable.

Long enough for them to shut up, Jihan pulls herself away from the embrace of Yoga. They looked at each other, there was something inside of them.

I don't understand what I'm feeling about this Jihan, which I definitely want to always be there for you. My heart also hurts when you cry and are abused like that. Batin Yoga.

I'm wrong if I put my heart on you, even though I know you're married. But I don't care about that, maybe you yourself have the same taste for me. The proof is that you come to this house very often. You're the only man who can appreciate me, I can feel what it's like to be noticed. Inner Jihan.

"Ehm," Yoga is pounding. Soon he would blow his face.

"Sister." Jihan looked at the face of Yoga.

"Yes Jihan, oh yeah, you shouldn't move out of here. I don't think this place is safe for you. At times that man can also not come to this place anymore. Do you want to sue him?"

Jihan shook her head, "He's my father Brother, there's no way I'll sue him." His eyes began to pierce.

Yoga eyes are almost perfectly round, "What?!" His hands clenched tightly.

It felt like Jihan really wanted to hide her face in the ant hole though.

"B-but why would he be like that?" The lyrics of Yoga on the man who is still unconscious.

"Because he's just my stepfather's sister. Actually, I don't have anyone. My biological father left me when I was 11. My own mother married him (given the weakest man) already from five years ago. But in the end he also caught up with you, five months ago.

This isn't the first time my stepfather has done that, brother, I can't do anything. Want to escape is also free, ever tried to ask for help to the Father and Mother. But there is not the slightest pity or pity on me Brother. They even totally reject my presence." Isak Jihan held the pain in her heart.

Yoga looked at him with a pity look, "Jihan.." Suddenly his heart also felt pinched so hard. A sense of wanting to protect her grew inside him. Soon he clasped Jihan's body into his arms.

"Calm down, Jihan, I'm here now. And I don't want to know either. You need to get out of here with me. You can't if you're constantly accepting all this." Ujar Yoga's.

"Sister," Jihan looked up.

"Shhh, just follow my words." Say it again.

"All right." Pasrah Jihan's.

...***...

Lately Aisyah was astonished by her husband's slightly changed attitude. Indeed Yoga still treated him well and gently spoke to him. But Yoga sometimes focuses on its own business as on its mobile phone.

If usually Aisyah approached Yoga, then Yoga will immediately pay attention or spoiled on her. But not now, Yoga will not speak if asked. Answering as necessary though still soft tone of speech.

Aisyah was also confused, if usually when the husband heard the adhan reverberate would immediately rush to ask him to prepare the needs of worship. But now, Yoga is still busy staring at his cellphone even rarely congregate to the mosque.

As it is today, the clock has shown the entry of Maghrib time. She stared at her feet, still in bed, with a cell phone in her husband's hand. He then approached.

"Ehm, Mom." Aisyah slowly shakes the shoulders of Mas Yoga.

Yoga surprised her, but as much as possible she set her facial expression.

"Why baby?"

"Look!" Showing the clock with his chin. "You don't want to go to the mosque? Maybe Papa's gone." Further.

"Em sorry baby, I'm forgetful. Also I might be too tired to work." Answer Yoga grimacing. Of course tired, on this holiday. He continues to be at Jihan's house tidying up the moving items. He also took a short walk.

Aisyah nodded, she also realized that Yoga's recent late return was not as usual. "Yes, let's put the phone down first. We pray together."

Yoga nodded and moved out of place.

Again Aisyah sighed to find her husband who immediately took off his kiss when he finished praying. Usually if Yoga prays at home, he will meet briefly with the head of Yoga in his lap.

They'll throw each other smiles and laughs. But now, everything feels foreign. Although she knew maybe her husband was too tired, but there is no word tired if for worship. It is precisely with worship that the soul will calm down. Just like her husband said.

Dear please read me the verses of Allah, I want to calm down. There is no best escape from my fatigue from work other than your beautiful, gentle voice. The hair yoga at that time.

What's the matter, actually? Why is it so hard to get your attention now. His inner isak.

Soon Aisha opened her Qur'an mushaf, with bismillah she began to read every verse that lined up neatly. Every letter he read was so soothing to his soul, his soft voice slowly doused the glowing heart.

Chequek.

Gently peace in his soul spread, Yoga smiled happily to find his wife who was passing the words of God. In fact, he was quite homesick with a voice that always spoiled his ears. He realized, lately the distance between him and Aisyah has been formed. It has also been realized, that he himself created that distance. There was regret in his mind.

Not waiting for a long time, he put his head on the lap of the wife. Doing what he used to do. Aisyah even almost shed her tears because of this.

Really, she missed her husband. Yoga's eyes closed, enjoying the gentle touch of affection on his head. Not only that, he was so absorbed in the strands of the words of God that were being spoken by Aisha.

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