That man is my husband
I'm sorry, My Husband

Right now I'm in Keanu's office rather than my father-in-law's office. I feel like I want to meet my husband Keanu soon. The husband who married me a month ago but never once considered him a husband.

Even we slept apart for a month and I have never been interfered with, not even serving him.

Many times Umma and Abi reminded me. Regardless of how we got married even if I had to obey him. But the heart cannot accept it either.

I feel like I'm being played with destiny or maybe I'm the one who can't accept fate.

"I want to see my husband" I told the receptionist.

Because this was my first time to my father-in-law's office and I didn't know where my husband's room was, I went to the receptionist and told him my purpose.

They know I'm the wife of the above. This led to the receptionist taking me directly to the tenth floor where my husband was.

I don't stop squeezing my hands. I don't know why the trip to my husband's room was so long. Like a mile away by a meter.

Ting...

The elevator rang that the sign had reached the tenth floor. The receptionist still led me to my husband's room. On the tenth floor there are only two rooms, the first is the CEO's room and the room is the hall that I see.

From a distance I saw a mini-clothed woman standing in front of her desk. Maybe he's my husband's secretary so that comes to my mind.

"Madam" said the secretary so kindly.

I didn't expect them to recognize me when I was here for the first time.

After arriving at the receptionist also resigned. Meanwhile, I am currently dealing with my husband's secretary whose appearance is very minimal.

"My husband exists?" ask me to give you my friendly smile.

"Some, Madam. Let me drop you off for a minute."

"No need! Let me enter by myself," I refused who did not want to bother.

Then I stood at the door of my husband's room. There were doubts but I wanted to meet soon even though I knew I could talk later after my husband came home.

But I can't wait to meet up and apologize to my husband.

My hand was raised to reach for the door. Not moving just holding. Then by saying bismillah and closing my eyes I moved down the door until the door opened.

I could see my husband was busy in front of the computer, without even realizing my presence. My eyes are glazed over, and this heart feels really sliced to see it. How innocent I am that I do not ignore my husband. He always helped me even when one of my kidneys had to be removed and replaced with his. But he still did good to me.

Now that I remember what my husband said, he said he knew me so long ago. And I feel like I don't know him. Really why I forgot. My husband and I used to play together because our parents were friends.

He was a teenager who carried me when I fell and I couldn't walk. He was also the man who donated one kidney to me when I was on the Aliyah bench.

I feel ashamed.I am like a person who does not know my return like a selfless person.

Maybe it's time I start a new chapter. Forget my love for Mr. Zain and bestow all my love for my husband-Keanu.

This is the destiny of Allah SWT and I am sure whatever Allah has outlined is best for me.

If even then the existence of Mr. Zain is found and he is alive then I will ask him to summarize whatever has happened. I'm sure Mr. Zain would understand something like that.

If it turns out he is dead. I pray that Allah may forgive all his sins and may he die in the state of Husnul khatimah.

Without even taking his attention away from the computer my husband asked and he thought I might be his scantily dressed secretary.

I was silent with tears that began to shed. Crying my own stupidity.

"Tia there ...."

My husband hung up his words when he saw me standing in his room instead of the secretary he called Tia.

At that instant my husband was immediately shocked and stood walking towards me.

"Aise? You're here? What's up?" ask my husband but I'm still silent.

As my husband drew closer without hesitation I immediately burst into my husband's arms.

I sobbed so badly. I'm sure this must have made my husband wonder why this is me. Suddenly came and cried in his arms.

"Ais, what's wrong with you? What the hell's going on? Don't make me worry like this" said my husband, who I believe is worried.

"I'm sorry, my husband. I'm sorry," I said so sincerely that I couldn't stop my crying.

Forced my husband to keep my body out of his arms. Then cupped both my cheeks.

"Sorry for what, hm? You didn't do anything wrong."

I shook my head quickly. "No! I was wrong, I made a mistake" I cried.

Slowly my husband's hand was raised and he wiped away every drop of my tears. Not really want to stop but it just feels like crying so much.

Why am I so stupid? I don't care about my husband who loves me so sincerely. I realized that being loved was much more rewarding than loving, but Allah SWT did not.

I am happy to be loved by my husband to this extent without diminishing his love for the creator. His love for me is so fitting. Not excessive, not less.

Allah SWT's destiny is so beautiful. If Allah SWT had not awakened me as early as possible, surely I would have lost a man as good as my husband.

"I'm sorry, my husband."

Again the apology was on my lips. I feel like there are too many sins that I have committed against my husband.

"Stop crying! My heart is not strong if I see you like this" my husband said, re-enforcing his embrace.

I distanced my body and looked up. "Will you forgive all my wrongs to you. Mistakes for not appreciating you as my husband."

"It's not your fault. But.this is destiny. Perhaps in this way Allah SWT unites us. I never blamed you or anyone else. No!"

"thank you. I promise from now on, this very second I will be a good wife and I make sure you will never regret having a wife like me, although I'm a wife far from perfect is far from the word Solehah."

L saw. Yes, I saw a big smile on my husband's lips and then he cupped my cheeks and in the next second he landed an old kiss on my forehead.

It felt so warm to the heart. Until I finally felt something wet fall on my forehead. Yes, my husband is crying.

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