You're Not Mine
Longs

"Dadi piye rasane dadi wong Az town?" (So, what was it like to be an Az city person) Tegur Ikfi on Aziz who was sitting casually in front of the terrace.

"Ora pimen-pimen si, usual wae."

Ikfi's mouth formed a downward arch. "Related?"

"Come on."

"Ish, hp and bae. Ana I'm your nang jejer." (Ish, hp an hold. There I am beside you) Kesal Ikfi slapped Aziz's arm. He himself asked him to come, but was even ignored like this when he met.

"Em yes-yes." Aziz pouted a little. "Eh, I'm koh madan lali karo basaku ngene. Who iso ra?" (Eh, I forgot a little bit about the language here. Can the Indonesian language not be?(

"Ck, anyway. How to say you're gek tesih kegok kek ngono." (Ck, that's it. From the way you talk like you're not fluent)

"By the way, who's that on your phone wallpaper?" Tanya Ikfi slightly tilted her head on the screen of Aziz's phone.

"Owh, Ma'am's girlfriend." Aziz replied slightly grimacing.

"I thought your taste was a girl wearing a hijab, but it wasn't. Not that you used to like girls here, until now no one has told you." Reply Ikfi.

"really? If it can be fought, I want to do it."

Ikfi's forehead frowned. "Then, what about that woman?"

Aziz's eye bead shifted his gaze on the phone in hand. "I don't really like him, but because he wants to be with me. Well, it's okay if he makes me a girlfriend. It's okay to play around until I'm ready to propose to Ganis. My mischievousness as a man is still the good woman I choose to be a wife."

Ikfi responded with a chuckle. "Smart men cook, he must have a desire to prepare food from his women. Because the man is served, not served. So does the woman, as smart as she is in religious affairs she has a desire to be told this by the man. Because the woman is directed not directed.

And with confidence you say, "Well, man, he will choose good women to be wives." You think a good woman doesn't choose what her future looks like. They also have their own dream partners."

Aziz was silent, his mind began to digest every word that came out of Ikfi's mouth.

"Enlighten to hear the soul mate's reflection of yourself. Good man for good woman. And vice versa."

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"Aisha, where are you? Iqamah soon." Zara exclaimed at Aisyah who was still not out of her room.

Aisyah hurriedly came out, but her appearance made Zara raise one eyebrow.

"Why are you still relaxing like this? Didn't you hear the Adzan earlier?"

"Em sorry Ma'am, it turns out that today Aish has a monthly guest. So can't go with tarawih." Aisha replied, implied regret in her sentence.

"Oh so anyway, yes already Mbak same others first yes. You okay here alone?" Ask Zara.

"It's okay Ma'am, anyways if Aish here Aish can know that Syauqi will soon wake up from his sleep."

"Yes, Ma'am,"

Aisha locked the door and returned to her room. He landed his body on the back of his bed. Accidentally his clear eye bead leads to a cocoa shirt on a clothes hanger.

Slowly he approached the place, grabbed it and he directed it to his sense of smell. The smell is still the same, even though it has not been washed long enough. His eyes closed while raising a wish at a time.

"You are truly outrageous Aisyah, I am your husband already in front of me. You're asking me to hurry home and not stop by any other place just to pin down the Koko I've been wearing? It's very hard." Yoga grunts at Aisya, his face that looks sullen makes Aisyah anxious to throw a kiss on her face in droves.

"really? Could my husband be jealous of that white cloth? My heart belongs to this handsome man." Tempta Aisyah pinches small chin Yoga.

"But from me home, all you touch is Koko's shirt." Still showing his frustration.

Aisyah smiled slightly, she gently extended Yoga's hand on her stomach which had been present among them. "Son, look. Your father is sulking because Mommy complies with your wishes."

Yoga makes a warm smile. He turned around and placed his face right in front of Aisha's stomach. "Hi dear, your father is better and fragrant than Dad's clothes. Then, why didn't you come up to your father this hm?"

The subtle touch he felt at the top of his hair and the sweet lips of the wife who always became opium. In him the gaze that they dive into each other, the more exuding the beauty of the dur they have been caring for so far.

The foam dripped soaked the beautiful face of the plenary. Aisha did not regret everything that had happened, only that the longing that was in her heart could not be controlled.

Not for a moment the feeling that he has been keeping for Yoga, a foreign thing if his heart is empty without Yoga. So many fond memories he went through with the man, yet he had to be forced by circumstances to completely throw the name in his heart.

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As usual, the situation of Haris house is always quiet even though there are many lives there. Noisy comes only from the twang of spoons and forks. For a moment they turned their eyes when they heard a rally about the holding of tarawih which will begin tonight.

Yoga was a little surprised by that, he cursed himself who had been in charge of what. To the extent that he did not welcome the arrival of this holy month from far away.

His mind wandered back in the old times with Aisyah. It was in this house that Aisyah was the most excited and always reminded her of fasting. All things concerning religion, never neglect Aisyah reminded. Lately, he realized he had moved away from God.

At first he looked at Jihan's face, as he thought of Ana. The two women who were currently in his life had completely made him void. There was no inner calm and soul as he accompanied the two.

Very different when he was with Aisyah, even for a second and only one woman. Every time his heart was full of joy and sweetness. If he was given two minutes to feel the beauty of the story he used to be, he would be very grateful.

It turned out that Aisyah's departure also while bringing the greatest happiness in her life away. Now, as if he felt bland to do anything, eat anything, even channel his desire he was never satisfied.

Aisyah what are you doing? I miss you so much.

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