You're Not Mine
Recollecting

..."We never know that a flash of a moment ruled by accident will be an inlay of memories that will be sorely missed."...

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Bugh

The corner of Yoga's lips is torn, Aidan's raw bogem is really no joke. While behind him Zara caught directly Aisyah's staggered body.

"Will be enough, hold the emotion. Remember fasting." exclaimed Zara saw her husband never stop beating Yoga.

Aidan straightened his body, though,

"This is the last time I've seen you behave insolently with my sister. I will not forgive in the future." loudly Aidan looked at the hatred Yoga that lay weak on the ground.

Several pairs of eyes began to notice the incident, until Aisyah came forward to pull the Brother away. While Zara he immediately took over the child who was previously in Aisyah.

"Already Bang, let's just go home. Look, there are a lot of people right now." invite Aisyah to persuade Aidan.

Aidan looked over while sighing harshly. "All right, come on."

They left Yoga without a word, but before Aisyah got into her car she turned her head briefly towards Yoga. The lightning glow of longing is clearly visible in the eyes of Yoga, honestly Aisyah also feels the same way.

But he didn't want to do anything, they were divorced. There is no connection between them as early as he did not know Yoga.

One of the people in the crowd approached Yoga. Although he did not know what was the cause of all this, he felt sorry for the man. Yoga tears without feeling dripping, staring at the car that Aisyah was riding away.

"Where is your vehicle?" ask the man who is doing yoga. Little Yoga smiled, "it's there."

"Dad."

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Slowly, a woman straightened her body. The other hand he uses to support his waist so that his body balance remains stable. A sweat that was not a little on the forehead he rubbed.

"Alhamdulillah," he said staring at the work he had completed.

"I've been gone too long, haven't I? Sorry that the road was jammed. Understandably the day is late, many people are ngabuburit." chirped one of the women who suddenly approached the woman.

"It's okay, anyway I can still do everything." he said accompanied by a sweet smile.

"All right, you just take a break. Let my customers take care of it!"

The woman nodded and placed her body where she felt comfortable. Her eyes were directed upwards, her mind drifting at the husband. Well husband, because there is no word of divorce or talaq from him.

Gently caressed his stomach which was now filled with the seed of the man, no tears fell down his cheeks. If other old pregnant women will be so happy and impatient waiting for their children even the needs and needs of the baby have been prepared in advance.

Compared back to her, even from the beginning she was pregnant the husband never expected it. Never mind asking for this and that just accompany the cold night is rare. Back his mind was focused on the woman who was previously the wife of Yoga. Aisha.

Feelings of guilt certainly always lodged in his heart accompanied by regret that made his heart crowded. Could this all be the reward of what he planted?

Well, Jihan thinks of it that way. But this is not the time to be selfish about yourself. Because of his own carelessness, his son was dragged into his stupid actions. There was no day, all Jihan did was to look for provisions for her life with her son later.

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Aisyah smiled shook her head, "i'm fine brother. Just a little surprised by what happened."

"It is really inexhaustible to think that Brother with your ex-husband Aish, not from the beginning he has turned away from you. How rich people long to be separated for so long." chirped Aidan from the front who looks the most emotional.

"Don't know that Aisha is also Bang." said Ayesha.

Actually can Aisyah feel the love of Yoga from her gaze. However, no matter how things have changed, and it is all Yoga's own choice.

Whatever your shortcomings I will definitely accept if you re-elect Mas, other than not enough with one woman. I know how genuine the love and affection you have given me all along.

But things can not go back to how they used to be, because I came back here with another name that has sincerely given love and heart. I can't deny that I'm starting to love her. Scroll slowly your name that has been residing there. Say Aisha in her heart.

He spread his gaze while sighing, but the sound of falling objects hitting his feet made his attention distracted.

A pendant Ikfi gave when expressing her feelings yesterday. Unknowingly a smile was created so beautifully on her face. Either after thinking all the way or having met Yoga he expects to be with Ikfi soon.

But the flash of events he experienced while with Yoga made him doubtful. There is a desire to sculpt a story with Ikfi, but the fear of events will repeat itself continues to haunt.

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Ikfi's eyes never turned away from an object in his fingers. A flower-shaped brooch with green gems as its ornamental leaves. His mind glared far away when he was still a student.

At that time, there was no wind from which made a hijab bobbing there and there. The owner tried to defend his hijab so as not to escape from his head. Making the man who had been focused with his book set his eyes on the girl.

Eyebrows almost fused with a frowning forehead plus pliable eyelashes make his face look adorable. Her yellow skin makes her face look sweet typical of Indonesia.

A pin that slipped from under his chin made his neck visible, Ikfi panicked. I don't know from the way the girl maintains her head covering makes her also feel anxious if it comes off.

Suddenly, the jacket attached to his body he removed to cover the open part. His eyes tried to subdue him so as not to see the limits of the woman who was now in front of him. Their distance was close, making the two of them move away.

Long enough Ikfi turned his face, slowly he turned his face. The clear eye did the same thing, paying attention to the intenseness of her that was about eight inches higher than the woman.

"Thank you." he said.

Ikfi simply nodded, without saying the woman he had helped thrust out the jacket he had given earlier and left just like that.

His head slightly he supported to see the step where Aisyah went. Then his gaze fell down looking at a brooch that suddenly perched on his chest clothes.

"Interesting." she shrieked with a small smile on her lips.

That was the first time Ikfi met Aisyah, at first she did not care. But the circumstances that continue to make the two meet slowly foster a foreign sense that Ikfi has never felt before.

But, baby, when he will tell you everything. Aisha has tied the promise to Yoga. Makes him stay still in his place but that feeling never disappears.

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