You're Not Mine
Feeling Inappropriate

Until Aisyah reaches her home, her feelings are always restless. Her shadow when she was with Ikfi, kept spinning in her mind.

While he was here, he rarely thought about the man. Is it possible that this is the effect of the talk of some women earlier when he returned home.

"Eh but you guys don't be happy first, I heard from Hanum that Ikfi already likes someone to know. Even from the past." Toss one of them.

"Huh really? But what I hear is that the woman he loves is married to another man. I still have a chance." The blue hijab woman.

Her name is Keisha, she is a woman who is quite close to Ikfi because she herself is friendly with Hanum Ikfi's sister. He had long harbored a taste for Ikfi, but he dared not express it.

"But now she's a widow." Reply to another woman.

"Of course, no matter how much we like a man whose heart belongs to another woman will be of no use. We must forget and forget it.

The more tightly stored the feeling, the more hurt we become. Better to look for something else, than to spend time fantasizing that would never be possible." Tell the others.

Make them all shut up and continue their journey.

Aisyah's daydreams fell apart when Zara knocked on her bedroom door.

"Oh yes, what's wrong?" Aisyah asked nervously because she had just put on her hijab.

Zara smiled, but a little strange according to Aisyah. "Here, may you please take care of your son. You see Ma'am with your brother has some business outside."

"By Mommy." Aisyah replied with a smile.

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With ignorance a girl approached the brother and,

"Woy!!!"

"Astaghfiullah!" Slowly the man stroked his chest, as if coaxing his beating heart with such a fierce rhythm.

"Hanum! Why?!" Ask her ketus.

"Oh, Aa is why. It's been A' tonight, why don't you go in the house? Even daydream."

Ikfi sighed. "Let's not bother you, either."

"Aa if there is a sense with Kak Aisyah, why not just be chased. It's just silence without effort. Even daydreaming about the no-no. What is commonly mentioned. Love in silence, that's it." Sit right in front of the brother.

"Sokay know you."

"Hanum knew that Aa had tried by always seducing Allah to get Sister Aisha. But if you just keep quiet like this how will you answer. Aisyah's sister is beautiful, sohah. There is a possibility that no man is interested in her.

Aisyah's sister is a pretty person who often goes out of the house. Several times Hanum accompanied him many times Hanum saw many men glancing. It's not even impossible if there are other men who first bind Ayesha."

The creaking of the chair sounded loud as Ikfi stood up hurriedly making Hanum a little surprised.

"That's right you."

Hanum smiled slightly. "Yes." Yeah."

"Don't think Aa didn't see your smile, Aisyah isn't a woman who likes to go out. Forbidden on this, just go there."

"Hish, yes despite knowing I lied. At least there is still possible. People's feelings no one knows, like Aa. Like Sister Aisyah, no one knows besides me?"

The 26-year-old man was seen breathing deeply. "It's not that Aa doesn't want to fight or how. It's just that Aa is self-conscious seeing Aa's state. We know that Aisyah is a modern woman who still maintains the hijab and its obligations.

After all, Aisyah has not long separated from Yoga. Sister knows how Aisyah feels for Yoga first. Maybe if she still loves yoga? Their togetherness was not for a moment.

From childhood, her parents always gave their best to Aisyah. Seeing how Aa was, Aa might ask her to live like this. Aa is minimal with the city world, everyday just standing under the hot sun. It was very much different from Aisyah sitting comfortably under the roof of her parents."

"Loh Aa once said that the soul mate and sustenance is already set. Do you doubt God's gift? Or doubt with Aisyah? Aa can see right with the life of Kak Aisyah past.

Although they love each other, material enough, and received recognition from many pairs of eyes that they will be a happy family. In the end, they both ended up in divorce.

Precisely with Aa moving fast, who knows can treat Kak Aisyah's wounds caused by her ex-husband. Show that Aa dares to take responsibility. It is not about looks, material and fit or not. But how do you live what God has laid out for you.

"That's it!!"

Hearing his name being called, Hanum replied. "Yes Buk."

Ikfi stared at the disappearance of her sister who disappeared behind the door.

...***...

Brakes.

The quiet state of the house makes the sound of open doors sound loud when Yoga opens it quite slowly. His head was slightly dizzy, perhaps the effect of the incident a moment ago.

"Where?" The sound from the baritone made him slightly jump in shock.

He turned his body, looking at the middle-aged man standing right behind him. The glint of his eyes emitted a rage that seemed as if it was ready to be spouted at him.

"Meeting a friend." Answer's short.

Haris shook his head loudly, he realized with great change the child since his divorce with Aisyah. His son is no longer as close to him as he once was. Praying morning and night. Even often he found his son who did not fast.

Plaque.

"Truly don't know it's lucky!"

Yoga's eyes widened to see some photos scattered on his legs.

"D-where did Papa get all this?"

"No need to ask where Papa got it from. What is certain is that you have gone too far at this time. Can't you learn from your life. Women like Aisyah who love you so much don't have to think long to leave you.

Now you have Jihan who is carrying your flesh and blood. But you've never noticed anything that big. Is that woman more important than your son huh?! How long have you been in contact with her?!" His anger can no longer be contained.

Bugh

bugh

bough's!

"That's enough, Pah!" Screeched the Goddess with tears splattered on her face.

Yoga lay weak with the head increasingly throbbing pain. But consciousness still controlled his body.

While the Goddess he immediately helped his son to stand, he brought his only son to sit and intend to treat. Haris who knew the meaning of the Goddess held him back.

"Papa doesn't want to know, from tomorrow Papa doesn't want to see your face here"

"No, my God, don't. Tell me you're lying!"

"I'm not lying Goddess. Didn't he get used to being outside, it was even rare to go home. His own wife doesn't care even though she's pregnant."

Without caring for the Goddess who was as hot as crying because of her son. He forced the goddess to leave the room.

Leave the weakly fixated Yoga lamenting all his deeds.

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