You're Not Mine
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"Hachiim." Aisyah covered her mouth and occasionally rubbed her flushed nose.

Yoga gently held Aisyah's forehead. Warm, more inclined to heat.

"Dear forgive me." The body of his beloved wife. A warm feeling spread to his lips when he came into contact with Aisyah's forehead.

"Sorry for what?" Aisyah asked with a frown.

"If you had come home early, you might not have been cold when we got home."

Because of Yoga's guilt that often reneges on his promise, Yoga invites Aisyah to go for a walk just to spend time alone with Aisyah after coming home from Jihan's house. The cold weather in the afternoon, and the drizzle that had visited the earth made Aisyah exposed to the flu.

A beautiful smile was created on Aisyah's lips that already looked slightly paled. "It's okay, Mas, it's now Mas just go to the Mosque. Not good for Papa who's been waiting for a long time." Said Aisyah gently caressing her husband's face.

Yoga grabs his wife's hand, being whipped just as gently as Aisyah touches it. "Yes, I'm going. Remember, take good care of yourself and don't get too tired."

"Yes, it's." Aisyah nodded.

...***...

The more days the relationship between Yoga and Jihan gets closer. Even they are no longer awkward to show their affection in public. Maybe because it is Yoga who feels that the distance between his house and Jihan is quite far.

Guilt is still often approaching Yoga, but the feeling arises when he is not with Jihan. With Jihan, everything in her was as if she had forgotten. Even when he was with Jihan, he often refused calls from his wife. His priority is now to devote to Jihan.

But do not be asked questions of the heart, of course, the name Aisyah is very big in it. But circumstances sometimes make him ignore the wife. It was the charm that Jihan had that made her do so.

Especially now, he also had hope in Jihan. By planting his seeds as often as possible, his hopes were great to grow. Yoga was also tired of hearing the words of his mother who always cornered Aisyah.

Who told him to divorce only, not to give him a living and much more. Of course he would never divorce Aisyah. Aisha is her greatest love. Marry again? That is what he often thinks about. But he did not want to rush. Wait until he makes sure that Jihan can indeed give him a new descendant he will marry her.

Drt, drt..

Feeling the vibration in his pocket made the Yoga daydream crumble. He immediately picked up his phone.

"Hallo Assalamu'alaikum Mas." Said someone he had been thinking about softly.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Answer Yoga is no less gentle.

"Mas, are you still in the office? Are you going to be home late again?"

Yoga sighed heavily, "Sorry dear. Most likely it is. My work has been piling up lately." Lying, of course lying. He had actually returned from the office from this afternoon. But as he often does, he will drive his car to Jihan's house.

I also heard a long breath from there. "Yes, all right there. I'll keep waiting for you here."

"Dear, thank you for understanding. But if it's too late, don't force it. Go to bed first, baby."

"Yes, yes it's Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Trowels.

"Sister, how am I beautiful not?" Jihan asked who suddenly appeared.

For a moment, Yoga enjoyed the beautiful view of Jihan's body satisfied. If it's like this, don't think about the feelings of Aisyah who just called her. Not considering his name either.

Jihan closed her eyes feeling a soft lip swipe on her shoulder. "Our brother is leaving, I don't want to be late."

"Hm, all right good." Jihan watched the gloomy looking Yoga face. Not knowing what he was thinking, he held back the arm of Yoga who was about to go ahead of him.

Yoga glanced at the hand that rubbed his chest from behind. "There is no place more beautiful than your body. And there's no sound more beautiful than hoarseness when you support me." Jihan's whisper right in the ear belongs to Yoga.

The man gasped at the appearance of Jihan who was so seductive of his faith. The jacket and blouse are on the sofa.

"Don't expect you to avoid me for a second, little girl." Lirih Yoga smirked in satisfaction.

...***...

Not noticeably, one water droplet dripped down Aisyah's cheeks. Suddenly his heart was broken and sick.

"Why should it be like this?" He closed his mouth so that others would not hear his pill stuffing.

Flashbacks

Aisyah focused her attention on a shirt belonging to her husband. Whatever it is, there's a bright red next to the second button of the Yoga shirt.

"What's this?"

The stain? Or no. Aisha could not think of it. But it is clear that this is the former lipstick of a woman. Although the color had faded, Aisyah could have expected that this was really not hers.

She is not the type of woman who likes to wear this kind of flashy colored lipstick. Even rarely, because at home he only wears lip moisturizer so as not to look pale.

Aisha grabbed him, and began to smell him. His eyes suddenly grew bigger, he looked back at the shirt and with great sharpness he kissed it again.

"I-this what? Neither I nor Mas Yoga ever had a perfume like this." His head was weak.

"This must not belong to Mas Yoga, it must be Mas Yoga just borrow the property of his friend." His mind tried to deny all the bad facts that might happen.

But still his heart felt wry, he sharpened his sense of smell more. Perih, he can also smell the perfume commonly used by Yoga.

"N-no, you can't be like this, can you? My husband is loyal, d-he loves me so much. He's the man who always made me stay by his side in the middle of my mother-in-law's attitude. He's never been rude to me, he always spoils me. N-no, no woman can take over her heart. Well Ayesha, Yoga will never betray." His great-grandson convinced himself of the negative assumptions that suddenly plagued his mind.

Flashback off

Aisyah sat pensively on the balcony of her room. The place where he and Yoga usually spend their time. However, everything seems to disappear due to the busyness of Yoga. I don't know what it is, Aisyah didn't want to guess.

His mind is empty at this time, his heart is not ready if you have to think more about the shirt belongs to Yoga. But at the same time also throbbing pain when remembering attitudes and changes in Yoga.

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Assalamu'alaikum 🙏, does anyone still read?

Sorry, rarely up. Author just finished UAS, so did not have time to write.

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