Two Love's
Chasing Story

      A chat came into my watsap. Contact without name. But I thought that this was a message from our man. 

'I'm Aaron. Ma'am We asked me to contact and help with your affairs. Where is the position now?'

I'll send a reply as soon as possible to that number. Explain my current position.

Aaron knows where I am. 

'ready! I'll be there soon. '

I closed my dress. Then sitting on a bench next to the school gate, my heart was anxious and agitated. Hoping that I manage to catch wet Iqbal. 

In the Iqbal chat I read before dawn, I knew Iqbal was going to Sarah's house today. I don't know if Iqbal accidentally didn't enter the office or how. Obviously, there is a promise between them. 

A few minutes later, a white car stopped in front of me. The car belongs to us. I've been very memorized. It turns out that our employee is indeed smart, he knows that I am the woman he is looking for. 

"mom, shall we go now? "was wondering after getting out of the car and standing not far from me. I nodded, then walked after him who opened the car door for me. This guy looks pretty polite. However, I remain uncomfortable, because it is not unusual for both in one car with a foreign man. Especially this time, this man helped me dismantle the affair mas Iqbal. 

"relax, madam. I won't divulge the secrets of the mother's family. Consider me a friend who has known for a long time, like Kamilah's mother, " said Aaron while focusing on the steering wheel. I'm trying to be calm, maybe we've already told this guy the problem. 

" i'm not the kind of woman who cares too much about good names. If we are good, our name will be known as good people. What my husband might do is a disgrace that he would have to bear if the truth were known to many, "I answer. Aaron nodded - nodding. 

"where are we going, ma'am?"ask Aaron. He looked towards me. I mentioned an address. Sarah's home, which is quite a distance away. Apparently Harun quite memorized Malang area, although he came from outside Java. 

***

  Long enough on the way, I wastes getting bored with opening the device. I sent a message to Iqbal. 

'Have you reached the office, mom? 'tanyaku. The clock shows at half-eight, it should be this hour, Iqbal already in the office and busy with work. As a ceo, there was certainly a lot of work waiting for him. 

' that's it, baby. How was? Safe with the cab? We're at school, right?'mas Iqbal replied to my message by asking questions, as if he was so attentive.  Either he's in the office right now, or he's at Sarah's. 

I spread the view. Seeking clues. Aaron parked the car. He left the car to an old man who was apparently a shop owner whose yard Aaron had borrowed to park the car. 

I wear a veil that I put on as a disguise. 

My eyes caught a car that just came. A car I know very well. Car mas Iqbal. 

'oh, it turns out that Iqbal really lied to me. She said she was in the office, and she was headed to Sarah's house. My heart is getting hot. 

Iqbal got out of his car. Walk quickly down the small alley. I watched my husband's steps with a sore heart holding back jealousy and disappointment.

 "is he your husband?" ask Aaron. I'm nodding. Then I quickly followed my husband. 

"wait a minute, don't rush! We wait a few minutes, to really know what your husband is doing there, "said Aaron preventing my move away. I comply. It's true what he said, if I go there now, maybe I won't find anything. 

15 Minutes later, I couldn't find my husband coming out of that little alley. My heart is very suspicious, jealousy bothers me. 

"i'm going there now, "I said to Aaron. The man nodded. 

" do I need to come behind you? I asked you first because this is your household business, maybe you're uncomfortable? "asked before I stepped. 

" follow!  maybe later I need your help, "I replied as I continued. Aaron followed me in the back. We headed to a small house with a light blue paint. Sarah's Home. The door of the house was closed. Slowly I got closer to it. I heard a conversation in the house. A small house without a porch or fence. A very simple house. Indeed, I know from the story of Iqbal, Sarah is a poor widow who has to fight hard for the lives of her children. 

Aaron stood behind me like a body guard. 

I'm still pecking outside. Right in front of the door. I heard laughter and the sound of Iqbal. If there is no dark connection, why should the door be closed like this? I am more convinced by my suspicions. I'll pull myself around the doorknob. Thank goodness it's unlocked. The voice was no longer heard, I don't know what they were doing inside. 

The living room is empty. Now only the sound of television in the middle room. I went in, even without excuse. Let me be presumptuous. My husband is inside.

  How shocked I was to see Iqbal and Sarah there. I closed my eyes. They are still unaware of my presence which sees clearly their deeds. My heart was hot. Emotions rush to get out and out.