You're Not Mine
Enjoy Regret!

Along the way Aisyah did not say a word. He was silent while staring at the window. Even with Intan who did not dare to ask. They were in front of Aisyah's parents' house.

"Dear..." Call Jihan with a slight shake of Aisyah's shoulder.

"Eh yes," said Aisyah slightly surprised. He kept throwing his smile at Intan.

Intan returned the smile, "It's over."

Aisyah spread her gaze. "You're right, thank you."

"Let's get down. I help ya," Aisyah nodded and took off her seatbelt.

Melati looks like she is watering plants would be surprised to see the arrival of her daughter. Especially with Aisyah's condition that is puffy and carrying a suitcase and bag.

"Don't you come here? Where's your husband?" Melati asked with a gaze that reshuffled in all directions.

The daughter just smiled and shook her head. Melati glanced towards the woman beside Aisyah. Intan smiled slightly lowered her head. It's a little unpleasant to be here. Almost every woman closes her aura, while she does not.

Melati smiled at Jihan's discomfort. "Let's go in first."

Aisyah and Intan followed Melati who entered the house. The 25-year-old woman closed her eyes for a moment and seemed to be breathing the air out here. What a mood he misses so much.

"Sit down, son, let Mommy get you a drink.." Said Melati to both.

"I'm sorry but Bun, I better not. Because I have to go straight home. My aunt has sent me a lot of messages." Said Intan feeling bad. At a time like this, he left Aisyah.

"Ouh so don't stop by first. It's okay, maybe he's important." Answer Melati. Intan smiled nodded.

"Thank you Mother, I've said yes." Approaching Melati kisses her hand.

"Yes, be careful." Intan nodded then approached Aisyah.

"Aisyah I'm really sorry I can't keep you company right now. But I promise you next time I'll come see you." Silly smooth.

"I'm the one who's thankful that you've brought me. Thank you again," said Aisyah smiling. Makes Intan a little relieved.

"Yes, I'm both gone. Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Answer Aisyah and Jasmine compact.

After the invisible Intan Melati immediately grabbed Aisyah's body. His longing was truly unable to endure anymore. Aisyah is no less tight returning hugs from her beloved mother.

"Mother.." In a word, Melati nodded. He felt that his daughter was not well. Long enough they hugged, until Melati stretched her body.

Aisyah simply fell silent and shook her head. But his eyes slowly let out a froth, he grew sobbing unable to even utter a word.

Melati took him back into her arms. The most comfortable and most beautiful place Aisyah and missed her. Aisyah's trembling body made Melati sicker. Not a single parent saw their child fall. He channeled his affection, hoping to be a little strength for the princess.

Long enough Aisyah spilled her sadness, she began to stretch her arms. Jasmine patiently put away the hair child who had come out of her hijab, also swept away the remnants of tears that came out.

"Mas Yoga betrayed me Bun, he could have wished me because I could not give him offspring." Aisyah said still as much as she pleased. Jasmine was wide open to hear him shut up. This really was something he never imagined.

He himself who witnessed how hard Yoga in fighting Aisyah. From its nature that likes to go out at night for things that are not as useful as drinking or motor racing. But for Aisyah, he was willing to leave it all and turned It was hard to believe he could do that.

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"Well, why should Papa interfere? This is my business with Aisyah. I'm her husband, I'm more entitled to her. Why did Papa let her get out of this house? Papa wants to see your own son's destruction? Congratulations, Papa has ruined me by parting ways with Ayesha."

Plaque. For the umpteenth time Yoga cheeks were hot because of a hard slap from his own father.

"You yourself have ruined your marriage from the beginning. You should be aware of everything you do. Butwhat? You blame Papa instead, remember how Aisyah was slumped because of what you did." Haris smiled cynically. "Enjoy the endless regret of Yoga." Leaving behind her daughter who looks very messed up.

Yoga undid her body on the floor, she grabbed her own face and shed her tears. It's up to people to call him weak because he cries he doesn't care. The tightness in his chest could no longer be contained.

"My wife please forgive me. Give me a chance, please come back..." Pilu's weeping.

For a moment he spread his gaze in all directions, the shadow of Aisha who was cooking and then he wrapped his hands around Aisyah's waist, the shadow of Aisyah who was watering the plants and then he came to hug and kiss her, shadow Aisyah who was mopping the floor then he came to take over the mop, but Aisyah refused until finally they did the job together, the shadow where Aisyah drove him to the door while working. He smiled wryly, how long have they not been as sweet as they were then. Yoga realized, it was he himself who made their relationship tenuous.

With a gontai he headed upwards. Towards his room, again the shadow of Aisyah appeared in almost every direction. There was no place sweeter when he was with Aisyah than this place. Her net paid attention to a face on the nightstand. Aisyah's shadow was again present in her mind, where Aisyah who prepared clothes for her to pray and waited for her to finish ablution. Then they prayed together, after which Yoga who spoiled her head on Aisyah's lap. His heart that was feeling cool due to the attention done by Aisyah, was spoiled by the soft voice from Aisyah's lips. Again he realized was the beginning of why he no longer got that.

Yoga takes a deep breath, then directs his feet towards the bathroom. Coming out of the bathroom, he looked back at the nanar because there was no clothes that Aisyah usually had prepared for him.

"Aisha hasn't even a day you've even taken a part of my soul." Mumbled. He shook his head, his heart ached again when he did not find a single strand of Aisha clothes.

His body and heart felt tired, he glanced at the perfume and lotion that Aisyah often wears. It was that scent that made him drunk while he was beside Aisyah. Yoga brought his body to the bed, empty that was what he felt. There was no comfort stopping by even just a moment after Aisyah left this place. He touched where Aisyah usually settles down, making him recall that some of the last Aisyah felt the same as him. His heart felt wry again.

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