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The wrong taste.

Aisyah gasped as her husband answered her words. Although without increasing the intonation of his speech, but Aisyah knows there is disappointment implied through the mouth of the husband.

"Don't you ever repeat that sentence Ai, because it's the same way you don't appreciate my sincerity,"

"I only speak according to the facts, sir" he said, defending himself without guilt. You brat!

"Which fact? About Mama and Papa meeting you at the apartment yesterday?" tanyanya.

Aisha moved from her seat.

"I'm used to living like this Sir, but not with the Father, all your wishes are easily fulfilled. Don't make me a sane woman who is then considered crazy by the family Father, don't Sir, please, enough humiliation that has been thrown by Mr. Ale's parents for me. Everything is perfect" he said, still putting forward his emotions and heartache for Chandra's humiliation.

"We started everything from the beginning of Ayesha,"

Ale realized that the girl he married was not his mother who would always nggeh, yes, yes, only when he raised objections and debates. His wife is a girl who is booked into adulthood because of family. He does not know how to be mature to face a partner. His mother and father are a prime example in his life. But he never saw the two fighting let alone fighting.

"Where did it start?"

Ale pursed her lips to tease Aisyah who seemed to have started to gather back her emotions.

"From here," he pointed right at the stomach of the wife who was squeaky amused. Either it was amused by Ale's hand movements or because of his words.

"Father perverted, yes" he said immediately away from Ale.

"What's up, pervert wife herself?" ask her to get closer to her body.

Aisyah turned her head to look at the expression of the husband that was really annoying to her.

"We are facing a lot of problems, sir, do not be kind, do not fit the same icon," protested Aisyah because now Ale is like a striped man who stopped at a cross-road massage parlor.

"This is one of the solutions to Ai's problem, how about hmm?" Ale immediately ambushed the body of the wife who was even hugging her own body.

"Can you pending?" Aisyah's fatigue regulated her breathing as a result of Ale's tight embrace in her chest. He looked up with a fond expression.

"I'm not that depraved as Ai, I'm just trying to relax you, because it seems like all of my words have no effect on your panic" she said with a slight stretch of her embrace towards Aisyah.

Aisyah exhaled her breath in relief. He almost broke his fast in the morning blind.Puasya very long Ai, has been almost three weeks.

"Ai, what about Alya?" tanyanya still feel sad if you have to meet face to face with her sister-in-law.

"Dad will explain it, sir,"

They are now sitting at the table .

"Sir Ais," Inayah hugged Aisyah tightly as she just came out of her room. He looked wonderfully at the man who had a casual conversation with his father last night, but now he sat sweetly beside his brother and smiled kindly at him.

"This is Brother Ale, In, sister Suami," Aisyah introduced the husband to her youngest sister who immediately lowered her head by cupping both hands in front of her chest.

"I'm Inayah Kak" he said kindly. There was no angry expression as shown by Alya last night.

"Truly different, this one looks calmer, calm, good looking plus good attitude," Ale's monologue in his heart.

"He had gone to college early in the morning, Ai," replied the father, and laid down his coffee without sugar.

Meanwhile Alya was still pondering in the rice field with the calm flowing water in front of him. He had not yet left for college, he had only avoided Aisyah and Ale.

Loving you is like a rainbow without rain. It won't show up before the heat comes.

Missed you like it rained on the lightning.

It won't come before it comes.

I was angry and embarrassed. Angry at a heart that does not know itself.

Shame on longing who knows no place and time.

At the end or at the beginning, everything will be the same.

There is no sense in what I expect from an eventual mistake.

Alya squeezed out the paper that contained her expression of feelings for Ale, then she drifted slowly.

"Why is my race present for a man I can't possibly have? Why does fate seem too happy to play with my life? Why does the world seem to laugh contentedly for the tears of my disappointment, why?" he said with shaky shoulders holding back his cries.

"Sir Aisyah, I want to tell you how handsome he is your husband who is stopping in my heart, want me to sing a song with all the lyrics is about his beautiful eyes, his beautiful eyes, my nose is sharp and my smile is lame and lame, I must be hurt for the happiness you receive, I must cry just to say if your husband is too sweet, I actually hold more weight to express love than the weight to withstand the longing. Me or you are evil, brother? Yippeeoooo!" Alya drowned her face at the stream of water in front of her.

"Oh!" Alya turned her head as someone stroked her mane gently. As tender as the caress of his Father and Mother. And sure enough when he looked, it was the father who was behind him.

"Dad," he said, wiping away the water still dripping down his face.

"Why don't you show it all to Dad? Why do you still feel guilty? The bad is not always wrong, and the good is not always sweet. There is evil wrapped neatly in sweet sentences, there is good that never reciprocates happily. Wh why? Because the heart is not sincerely accepting, because the heart is not sincerely complaining, there are still unresolved burdens, sometimes hating is more self-respect than loving each other, he said, when all that is still in your heart, then as soft as anyone else's explanation of you will not be able to flex your race," Alya again cried bitterly in his first love's arms.

"Alya is wrong Well, Alya is stupid," he said who was somehow wrong which he expressed. Wrong for being angry with Aisha the Big Brother, or wrong for her forbidden love. In fact, the father interpreted the meaning of the wrong expression is wrong because it has shown his anger to Aisyah Kakannya.

"Not why son, those emotions and anger are two feelings that are definitely interrelated. Learn to control your emotions and anger. There is happiness without having to make other people hurt. There is a smile without having to bring laughter that tends to insult, We are not prophets. But we are not slaves of the devil, are we? Be a true heart, for in sincerity there must be goodness,"

Alya raised her head, feeling how calm the sentence was coming out of her father's lips. How he never judges even though he is clearly the one who does not want to understand.

"I won't go crazy because of the wrong love, brother" he said in his heart, trying to give understanding to himself.

"Alya," Aisyah immediately moved from her seat as the younger sister entered the house without saying hello.

Alya was still cold, though, Her father had given her all the amulet sentences, but when she had to witness the intimacy between her brother and sister-in-law, in fact her heart still hurt, her chest still tight, she said, and his emotions came back.

He will not answer the greeting of the Brother before his heart is truly sincere, He does not want to pretend well, because in goodness there is not necessarily sincerity.

The wrong love in the wrong heart too.

Let the feeling created be a secret. The secret between me, you and my God.