Husband For Keara
Time flies (not to fast)

Sorry to anyone who has read this story before. Because there are 5 chapters that the author deletes.

Consider the elaboration of flashbacks that are too long and long-winded.

The author just short Keara love story that existed in the past. Story focus with forward groove continue unyielding 😁

Let's not linger in the past.

For what passes let it pass..

Let by gone be by gone 😉

*Happy reading's..

*Let's adventure in the world of love Keara 🌹

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...-- 2 months later after Rizky's departure.--...

A beautiful morning greeted. Fresh air with dew points in the leaves of the park as if to be a complement that melen. Tempting him to roll under the blanket even deeper. It's more comfortable.

Sunlight began to barge through even the smallest crack. Delivering warm, even with a dazzling light that disturbs Keara's deep sleep.

"K. wake up, son.." the sound of a successful mother's scream pulled Keara out of the dream garden. Make his eyes round and can not be closed again.

"Say you're going to college this morning....?"

Keara did not answer her mother's question. He decided to get up and check his phone. At 6:23 . There is still time before the appointment to meet the lecturer at 8 am. But the intention of the goler-goler he mengerolahkan in order to hear the cry of the mother for the umpteenth time.

Keara sat at the dining table. There was Arman's mom and dad there. He then scooped the rice and poured the soto sauce that still reflected the smoke on the rice. Hmmmm.. True pleasure. Mother's cooking is never unviable.

"How come you've just woken up..? Is it not prayer shuh?" Mom opened the conversation this morning.

"Mother Holiday.. 'Indonesian red cross'." Keara replied as he fed rice to his mouth.

"Where's your script, K?" ask Arman, making his heart melt whenever his script is questioned.

Keara grinned, "Lancar mas.. God willing."

"This semester is over, is it not for you to join the proposal session? Then at least next semester should have graduated.." Mas Arman again shot on point right in the keara jidat.

This semester he obviously couldn't graduate. Because of the poor thesis workmanship, due to the mood that is still left in the Rizky center. Keara just started actively reworking her final task a few weeks back. As a result, he was left behind to take the thesis proposal exam this semester.

"If you have graduated, I can recommend that you go to Arman's office. Mumpung there is still an empty position in the financial staff that used to be left by his boss' wife mas.."

"Yes, mas.. But it's still next semester. Hehee... May the next semester be empty.."

"Look at it later.. The important thing is to finish your college first." concluded mas Arman. Keara only nodded weakly, while finishing the last mouthful of her breakfast.

Keara should be urged. Even though her mother and brother did not press her once, but she knew herself. His age continues to increase. While the self-achievement that he predicted since during school, still zero percent achieved. Depressing.

College, married young, had adorable children in their mid-20s, worked while taking care of the household.. All dreams one by one flew like dust blown by a whirlwind. At the age of 24 years, none of them can be achieved.

He started his studies at the age of 20. Two years gap year for wanting to work to finance himself during college. That was what he had in mind first. Although two years is clearly longer than the original plan that wants to gap year only a year. In order to fill the coffers of adequate pocket money.

He could have gotten a scholarship, but for his daily needs? He didn't want to trouble his mother and Armor mas. They both worked very hard. Mother even became a domestic assistant since Keara was 6 years old and only retired two years ago, to finance her school, for the sake of the kitchen remains thick, and, and to pay off the debts left behind by the father. Bia dab is.

But plan to keep a plan. God has written a story that is much different from Keara's plan. His messy love relationship is always directly proportional to his education and career.

He was lulled by the beautiful dream of knitting mahligai with a loved one. He is her first love, first boyfriend, and the first man to introduce her beautiful love to Keara. Then left with a wound of betrayal that gaping so sore.

It was hard to get up again. Finding a new, more special love. Able to lead him closer to his Robb. Yet again he must feel the pain of loss. Lost Rizky mas which should be today is officially her husband. If only the fateful accident that night had not befallen him. Spreading the dreams he strung together despite being destroyed.

But now that hope is back in ruins. The debris has even been scattered. Too hard to reassemble. Keara chose to bury him deeply. Deep at the bottom of his heart and unwilling to reveal it again.

Now he is making a new dream. Graduated from college soon then worked in the office and happy mother dear. No longer a burden to her mother and sister.

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"K.......!"

Keara turned her head to find a figure who called out to her very loudly. To the extent that almost all visitors to the mart today also turned to him.

A beautiful (young) woman who is pregnant. Carrying a shopping cart while waving at him. The woman walked with quick steps towards Keara.

If he didn't misunderstand people, the beautiful woman was Muthia. His friend in High School.

"Yes aampuuun.. Is this really Muthia? Mumuu?" pekik Keara girang's. As soon as their distance starts to shrink.

The woman approached, then rushed directly to hug the tiny body of Keara. Moved her distended stomach. Until the two finally chuckled with excitement.

It was Muthia. His classmates for three years in High School. Although not as friendly as Keara with Ocha, and. ehmm.. Mayra (former). But his relationship with Muthia was pretty good.

"iihh Long time no see.." Keara rubbed Muthia's arm.

Muthia grinned, "Yes yes, last we met right at my wedding.. Is it 8 months longer?"

Keara nodded as she gave a big smile. "this is a distended stomach... How many months, you?"

"Twenty-four weeks, K. 6 months.."

Looking at Muthia's current state, it clearly touched the old wound in her heart. So that there appears a speck of pain that tries in his head.

Muthia, at the same age as her. 24. Already graduated college. Working as a marketing staff at a foreign bank that has a name. Already married to an established man, an employee of an international standard company. And she has already conceived the seeds of her love. Perfect.

It is a life like Muthia that he wants. But Fate just tossed the udder. Twice he was made to lose the figure he thought was his soul mate. But he shut his mind tightly. Don't want to 'again' have to blame His decree. Stacey, K... Istighfar..

"Eh.. How can you be here?" muthia blurted her daydream.

"My campus is close by. Abis met dospem. Understand Mu. again thesis. Late to college.." Keara lifted her shopping basket containing a variety of snacks and drinks. "This again ngisi barn fuel supplies so the spirit of staying up late. kelarin scription.."

"Don't do that.. It's never too late for everything K..." Muthia gently swept over Keara's upper arm. As if channeling positive energy so that Keara no longer feel inferior.

"Your brain is more watered down than mine.. So was whuss must have settled right away and it was skripsyong.."

"Wass will bablas angine? I love it with you, Mu.. This is a head already thinking about thesis every day." seloroh Keara. Inviting Muthia's laughter.

"You don't work this time?"

"I was told to resign from Ardi, K.. Just yesterday officially became unemployed. He said anyway let there be a time lag for a break first so before the birth. Let's have more time for me. hehee.."

"Your husband understands you very much.."

Muthia nodded in agreement. "Alhamdulillah K.. Yea... eleven twelve of your future husband, what is his name K? The one you brought to my wedding reception was.."

"Mas Rizky?" Keara smiled bitterly. "Yes, he's very attentive. But unfortunately, there are more dear Rizky, besides me Mu.."

Muthia looked at him with a questionable look.

"Mas Rizky passed away two months ago, Mu.. Because of an accident."

Muthia covered her mouth with one hand, with a look of concern, she muttered softly, "Innalillahi wainna ilaihi rojiun..."

"I am so sorry K.. I'm really new to this news.."

"Yes, Mu.. Thanks.." Keara smiled, while hiding the bitterness in her net deeply. He thought that by giving Mas Rizky away, making him strong enough to talk about his departure. But today he feels his heart is still fragile every time he remembers Rizky who is no longer in this world.

"By the way.. You live near here?" Keara threw a question, in order to divert the topic from her beloved Rizky mas.

"It's not K.. But brother. Brother Marsya. He lived here after marriage.. It's his house in the front compound."

"Oh yes.. So Marsya's sister is also married now? I'm so happy.. Give my regards to your brother, yes K.."

"Salamin himself.." Muthia glanced at him. "Yuk stopped by Marsya's house."

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