
...Sometimes we can't choose something we can't choose. However, circumstances are able to force everything to be able to choose....
...~Abraham Barraq...
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After the call ended. Abraham immediately searched for someone's contact number. He immediately made a call with his eyes glancing towards the wall clock that was in his living room.
"Prepare a plane ticket for me now. I'm going home!" Abraham said resolutely then immediately rushed towards his room.
When the man opened the door. Along with Aufa who just came out of the bathroom. Without saying anything, Abraham quickly walked toward his closet. Don't forget he took his backpack and immediately put some clothes in the bag.
"Change your clothes, Aufa. I'll take you home" said Abraham, closing his bag after he managed to put in all the clothes he was going to carry.
"You mean?" Ask Aufa who doesn't understand. "Where to?"
Abraham stood up. He glanced at Aufa at a glance and quickly passed the woman with ordinary course.
"Go home" said Abraham before he opened the door. "You're gonna take me to your house for a while because I'm gonna be gone for a long time."
After saying that. Abraham quickly went out and left Aufa still shocked by her husband's words.
The truth in Abraham's mind is currently split. He was confused by his mother's situation. He was worried and anxious but he also actually did not want to separate from Aufa.
However, bringing Aufa now in front of his family. Not going to make a state of calm will even make both parents more mind.
Abraham didn't want that to happen. Until finally he started thinking about taking Aufa temporarily to his in-laws' house. At least he would calm down if Aufa was in his house.
There are parents who will take care of all the needs of his wife will be awake.
"Where are you going, Abra?" Aufa asked after the girl changed clothes and followed Abraham who was waiting impatiently in the living room.
"I have a sudden job."
"What job?" Ask Aufa to know.
"It's not time for you to know. Come on!"
"I wouldn't want to go home if you didn't tell me!" Aufa exclaimed furiously. "You teased me like that, then you left and now you're taking me home? What kind of joke is this?"
Abraham breathed a heavy sigh. But he has no time. When his lips opened. The sound of a special call to someone he had just called began to be heard.
"Yes?" Abraham said as he brought the flat object closer to the ear. "Okay, I'm ready. Wait for me there!"
"Who are you going with, Abra? Say it!"
Abraham looked up. He looked at Aufa who seemed to be curious as to what to do.
"I don't have much time. If you don't want to go home. Then I'll stay here alone!" Threaten Abraham and get out of the house.
The man immediately walked to a motorbike that had been parked neatly near his workshop. Abraham took the helmet and pulled the hand of Aufa who seemed forced to approach him.
"Handles. I'll speed up!" Said the man with the helmet on as well before he got on the bike.
Abraham took his motorcycle quickly. He really didn't say anything to Aufa. Even Aufa who sat in the back seat without holding on was only able to remain silent.
She really does not know her husband's way of thinking. What a mistake made but somehow Aufa did not want to be taken home.
"Don't bother Mama and Papa. I'm just going away for a little while" said Abraham as the two-wheeled vehicle pulled up right in front of Aufa's mansion.
"Dry!" Abraham helped open Aufa's helmet.
He looked at his wife's pouting face. He knew that actually between the two of them did not want to separate. But how else. He can't take his wife now.
"Honey," Call Mama and Papa Aufa by opening the door. "Mama miss you."
Aufa looked unhappy. Even the woman's face seemed sad as her mother hugged her.
"Pa, Ma," Call Abraham while kissing Papa Akmal's hand.
Her mother-in-law, as usual. He nodded and would not look at her. Abraham did not take heart. She knew that her in-laws wanted only the best for her daughter.
"Thank you, Pa. I want to know Abra. Abra titip Aufa for a while. There is work that Abra must finish" Abraham told his father-in-law.
Papa Akmal nodded. He patted his daughter-in-law's shoulder proudly.
"Papa's happy you can make a decision by bringing Aufa here. Hope your work is done soon."
"Not to finish the gapapa. Let Aufa here and you stay in your little house!" Mama Aufa cried cynically.
"Ma!"
"Don't you, Pa? Look Aufa's getting thinner. He must not have waged Aufa properly! He made Aufa like his servant. Aye!"
"Ma!" Forever Aufa by pulling the hand of her mother. "The company of Aufa sleeps. Come on!"
Abraham remained silent. He could see his wife's bead eyes staring at him as well before leaving with her mother-in-law into the house. However, somehow Abraham thought that his wife only wanted her mother not to insult him
"I'm sorry my wife, Abra. Papa's…"
"Pa, Abra understood," said Abraham as an adult. "Abra's leaving, yeah, Pa. I'm sorry for the nicotine, Papa."
After saying that. Abraham left the house of Aufa. He did not realize that there was a woman standing by the window of his room and staring at his departure with an unwillingness.
I don't know why she feels a little sad. Akh or maybe he was getting used to the presence of the husband and never far apart.
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"What are you doing here, son?" Asked the voice of the middle-aged man which made Aufa surprised.
He turned his head and saw the figure of his papa coming closer to him.
"Aufa doesn't do anything, Pa. Just want to find cold air," said Aufa berkilah.
Papa Akmal smiled. He approached his daughter who was still standing on the balcony of the room and rubbed her head.
"How's Abra? Is he nice to you or is he being rude?"
Aufa. "He's good, Pa. Though sometimes it sucks."
"Then?"
"She used to ask me to clean the house, do the dishes and cook but sometimes she also acted strangely. She also cleaned the house and cooked dinner for me. She… "
Papa Akmal smiled. He was able to see the smile of his son who was so enthusiastic when telling Abraham and his daily life. Even Papa Akmal could see the courtship differently from his daughter's eyes.
"Have you fallen in love with your husband?"
Aufa's heart was pounding. He looked shocked at his papa's question. However, for some reason something seemed to disturb his heart.
"Am I really starting to love her?"
~Connected