Sensational Husband
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Azlan waved to his mother and sisters after previously he had kissed the youngest's head with affection. He was already in a travel car ready to take him to Jakarta. Three days after the qobul ijab took place, Azlan decided to return to Jakarta. He hopes to find out who his boss has entrusted the car to him.
The car moved out of the yard, Azlan still focused on waving at his younger siblings who were standing in front of the house.
Makka, who was sitting on Azlan's side, smiled at the interaction that was created, warm and pleasant.
Azlan closed the windshield as his mother and sisters got further away.
The driver drives the car with great concentration.
Along the way, Azlan just kept silent while remembering the name Alexa Lian. The name was definitely not foreign to him, yet he still could not remember it. Surprisingly, his heart felt like it had been doused in ice every time he stared at that name. Cesssss... Who is Alexa Lian?
“Mas!” call Mekka to break the silence. It had been half an hour since they left the courtyard of the mother's house, Azlan was still silent and did not speak. The man seemed quiet and cold to the woman. That's what Mekka felt. Even Azlan had not touched her since the night after the qobul ijab. The man thought Mekka was a stranger. He let Sasha go back and forth to sleep with Azlan considering that Azlan could only occasionally return to the village after a long time leaving the village. Yes, for three days, Azlan let Sasha sleep with him in the middle room, and let Makka sleep alone in the bridal room. Indeed, Azlan's actions reasoned, because Sasha was sick and needed affection, because Azlan rarely met his sisters. But still, Mekka felt bad.
“Mas!” repeat Mecca because it is dicuekin.
“Ya?” sahut Azlan turned towards Mecca.
“You all right?”
“Ya,” short Azlan.
“See you think too much, I don't want you to make the past that you can't remember yet a burden.”
“Nevent forced to remember, Mas. Danger. You also have to take care of your own condition. I'm sure your memory will recover. Mother Dinda will always pray for you. Me too.”
“Hm.”
“Nearly ten years you spent your time in Jakarta. And the last time you spent in Jakarta, your memory was there. It is likely that your memory will soon recover when you have found people you know there, as well as places that you often massage as a place of your daily activities.”
“Ya, you are right.” Azlan was like lazy to speak, his mind was too full by the lost past.
“I'll help you find your identity in Jakarta. If your phone is not destroyed, you can still find the people closest to you in Jakarta. Unfortunately your phone card was lost somewhere, even though Rara had taken it out of the phone to save it. But I don't know where. Are you hungry, not?”
Azlan was silent.
“Mas!”
Azlan. “I'm tired. Malem talked with my sisters until the middle of the mallem. Now sleepy. I sleep first.” Azlan changed his seat position to half lying down. It clogs the ears with earphones, hears recitation and closes the eyes.
Makka nodded, letting Azlan fall asleep.
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