Chapter 3 THREE

Havva's white hands have finished making kebabs and date juice. He placed the dish on a tray with unique wooden carvings. Havva turned around and approached Irlan who was sitting watching her.

"Oh, are you finished?" Irlan asked with sparkling eyes looking at the food on the tray. Actually, he was trying to cover up his nervousness towards the cute girl in front of him. "Yes sir, it's finished," answered Havva by handing the tray to Irlan. "Thank you very much for making this food. It looks very delicious," exclaimed Irlan, trying to make small talk with Havva. "Thank you again. I hope your wife enjoys the food. Then excuse me," said Havva politely. He tried to smile at Irlan. Even though at this time he was very sleepy and tired. Because after washing clothes, I immediately cook food. "My name is Irlan," said Irlan casually looking at the blue-brown eyed girl. "Excuse me Mr Irlan." Havva shouted quickly as he stepped out. "Hey wait!" Irlan stepped quickly before Havva got far away. "What's wrong sir?" Havva asked innocently. His eyes really made Irlan fall in love. "Um, what's your name?" Irlan asked with an expression as if the question was not important. But actually he really wanted to know the name of the girl with the rectangular headscarf. Havva thought quickly and answered.

“Sorry sir, it's late at night. I will rest.” Havva said briefly and concisely. She immediately turned around and walked quickly away from the man who was completely unimportant to her. Irlan frowned while his mouth opened slightly. He was confused by the girl's actions.

“Is my voice not loud enough? I asked him what his name was? why does it seem like that girl is avoiding me? "Ah yes, never mind, maybe she's embarrassed to face a handsome man like me," Irlan grinned very seductively. Irlan went out of the kitchen carrying a tray. "Oh! You took so long, darling?" asked the wife when she found Irlan opening the bedroom door. Irlan didn't answer and handed the tray to Bilqis. "Wow, it looks really delicious!" "You made this?" asked Bilqis who was now munching on a kebab. "Not me, but the girl you once scolded," answered Irlan looking at his wife who was enjoying the kebab. "Are you serious? can he make food this delicious?" Bilqis couldn't believe it, her eyes widened as she enjoyed the date juice that was now sliding down her throat. "I saw for myself she cooked that food," said Irlan as her hand snatched the date juice from Bilqis' hand. "Ah, it's you. ! Don't let it run out, okay?" cried Bilqis with pursed lips. "I'm just trying it," Irlan crawled onto the bed. He lay down with his eyes staring at the ceiling of the room.

Meanwhile Havva moved to sit in the dressing chair while enjoying the food. "I Irlan never thought he would fall in love like this with that girl," Irlan said in his small heart as his thin lips smiled. A heart that used to feel empty and barren. Now Irlan felt as if light rain and a beautiful rainbow had come suddenly.

"Until when will I continue to see that girl? I hope to see it for the rest of my life. Irlan looked in the direction where his wife was. He saw a woman with long hair who was enjoying food. Irlan loves Bilqis. Just that. He is not good at seducing Bilqis, because he doesn't love Bilqis at all. Irlan knows that his presence in Bilqis' life is wrong. Yes, he was wrong, because all this time he had never felt in love with his wife.

"Oh my God my stomach is so full now!" Bilqis exclaimed, looking at her husband with a grimace. Irlan lay back down without looking at Bilqis. "Hold on. Sit for thirty minutes, then go to sleep," Irlan advised gently. He turned over in his sleep and closed his eyes in the hope that tomorrow he could see the village girl's face again. "Ah then fine!" Bilqis grabbed her cellphone and opened her Instagram.

Hey, who sent me the message?" Bilqis asked herself. His finger immediately touched the cellphone screen. Zayn Malik : Hi beautiful! How are you? Do you feel at home on holiday in this village? Bilqis : Shut up! don't worry about my life! Bilqis closed her Instagram screen. He was furious with Irlan's friend's actions. Zayn is crazy about Bilqis. Even though Bilqis is married. However, Zayn continued to send messages via Instagram. Often the message is filled with cheesy sentences. Zayn is Bilqis' ex-boyfriend. The man with the sweet face like this woman was heartbroken because Bilqis was left to marry him. Until now, Zayn is still hoping for Bilqis. Irlan doesn't know that Zayn is Bilqis' ex-boyfriend. *** "What is this?" Havva asked seeing the messy things in the living room. The flower vase fell along with the cloth as a table cover. “If he can't stand it anymore, just stop working! If he continues to work like this, everything in the inn could be lost or destroyed because of him!” Mahmud snapped with a hardened face. "You stupid!" The curse came out clearly and Mahmud left without feeling. Havva just stared at his father who was looking down limply. Meanwhile the mother is now hugging Havva. "Father tried to close the sheep pen, but one sheep ran away and disappeared after searching and was never seen," said the mother in the ear of her only child. "Isn't that your father's job?" Havva asked looking at her father and then back at her mother for an answer. "Yes, that's Maryam's job, my sister, but father wants to help her," answered Jihan, stroking his son's arm. He tried to calm down Havva's emotions, his beloved child. "Daddy, I'll take you to your room, okay?" Havva said softly. He knew that at this time his father must be very tired. The sixty year old man could only carry him into the room I'm tired, stop working. I'll try to work harder. Don't worry about me and mom. Besides, dad can do whatever he likes "Go straight to sleep as much as you want," explained Havva lovingly. "You don't know how Dad works since he was little, so if you stay at home, he will get bored and go crazy," said his father, making Havva furious carelessly, Dad!" said Havva quickly. "Then go to sleep, it's late," said Havva, trying to suppress his irritation. "Do you have a girlfriend?" asked the father suddenly. "What lover?" Havva was confused, she couldn't believe that her father would ask questions that she had never imagined. "Yes, if you marry him, then you will be calmer and don't have to worry about father anymore," explained her father, making Havva shake her head. “Oh my God! Father! Don't say it like that, Dad is bored, okay? Hear my advice, which always tells father not to work?" Havva asked looking at his father. "Yes, you could say that," answered the father with a small smile. "Hey daddy!" Havva exclaimed, patting his father's arm. Havva immediately left Juhan's room after saying good night.