Annisa is busy in the kitchen to cook Hendra's favorite food. After finishing cooking, he immediately made a cup of coffee for Hendra and brought it to Hendra's office.
"Sir, I'll make coffee." Annisa said.
"Oh yes, thanks Nis. Just put it on the table, I want to go to the toilet first". said Hendra.
Annisa nodded her head and immediately put a cup of coffee on Hendra's desk. But something bothered Annisa's eyes and it forced Annisa to check it.
What? Tickets to Malang? So Mas Hendra wants to follow Fatma to Malang? This can't be left. Annisa muttered.
Not long after, Hendra came and Annisa immediately pretended not to know about the ticket.
"You're still here Nis". Hendra said.
"Yes, sir, you can see when your bookshelf has a lot of dust. I can't really see a messy house." Annisa muttered.
"It's okay, I'll clean it later." said Hendra.
"Yeah, it's okay, I'm your wife too, bro, so it's only natural to clean the house". Annisa exclaimed. "Mas let's eat, I'm done cooking". Connect Anisa.
Hendra smiled. "Yeah, I happen to be hungry too." said Hendra.
The two of them immediately rushed to the dining table to eat together. Meanwhile, Annisa is developing her strategy to be able to come to Malang without Hendra knowing it.
"Anyway, I have to order a plane ticket so I can get one plane with Mas Hendra without him knowing," Annisa muttered to herself.
Annisa resumed her meal, while Hendra couldn't wait to follow Fatma to Malang and persuade her to go home.
***
Two days later
Annisa is enjoying the afternoon air while being accompanied by a cup of warm tea, she is busy flipping through the fashion magazines she is reading. Not long after, Annisa was surprised when she saw Hendra who was already in front of her carrying a large suitcase.
"Sir, where are you going?" Asked Anisa confused.
"I want to go back to Malang, to Fatma's parents' house. You should also go back to Surabaya, because this is not your place". Hendra muttered.
"What? Go back to Malang? No, sir, I don't want to go back to Surabaya. I just want to wait for you here, I want to live with you, mas". Annisa exclaimed.
"But man, I want to be here with you"
Henry sighed. "This is not your place, Nis. I ask you to leave here, we don't have any relationship anymore"
"But I'm still legal as your wife, mas," said Annisa.
"It's up to you what you want to say, then I'll say goodbye first" said Hendra who immediately put his suitcase into the car.
"Yes, mas, be careful, okay? Let me know when you arrive in Malang". Annisa said softly as she grabbed Hendra's hand and kissed the back of his hand.
While Hendra just nodded his head and hurried away carrying his suitcase. His feelings seemed to be broken when he had to accept the fact that he had returned to Malang to return his wife to his parents.
Mas Hendra, Mas Hendra, why are you still taking care of Fatma? What's the good of trying that Fatma. Annisa grumbled.
Not long after, the complex mothers who saw Hendra leave with a large suitcase, immediately approached Annisa. And asked where Hendra would go.
"Mbak Annisa, where are you going, Mas Hendra? Do you carry all your suitcases?"
"Want to go back to Malang, ma'am. Want to pick up the honey"
"Is it true that Mbak Fatma is returning to Malang?"
"More like running away"
"You guys, if there's something new, forget the old one, be patient, Mbak Annisa"
Anisa smiled. "Yes, ma'am, thank you. Well, then I'll go inside first," said Annisa.
Meanwhile in another place, Hendra who had been driving for about an hour finally arrived at the airport, he immediately rushed to the check-in counter. His mind was disturbed again by the name Fatma, how could he let go of a woman as good as Fatma who had given a lot of color to his life over the past year.
O Allah, strengthen me. I hope Fatma wants me to take her back to Jakarta. Hendra mumbled softly.