My slave Mr. Mobster
He's Back

"What's? Alena is back in Indonesia? Where is he now, man? I haven't seen him in a long time!" pekik Mas Gibran when he heard the news from his best friend.

My body was smitten in front of the door when I heard Alena's name being mentioned by Mas Gibran.

Alena is the first love of Mas Gibran who left Mas Gibran to pursue his dream to the neighboring country of Singapore.

Mas Gibran is my husband who married me a year ago. Our relationship was fine, even though we got married because we were in a match. Gibran continued to treat me as a wife.

He still gives me a birth and inner living. However, until now the only one he has not given me is his heart.

His love! Gibran didn't give it to me. Just imagine how my home life has been for this one year. She only holds the status of Lady Hannah Gibran Ahmad.

However, that status is meaningless to me as long as in the heart of Mas Gibran still painted the name Alena Kirana first love Mas Gibran.

The word first love is very sweet and very difficult to forget. However, for me! First love is nothing more than a catastrophe that brings hurt to every household.

Lucky people who can marry their first love. However, it is very painful for those who marry someone who still loves their first love.

Just like I feel! I am one of the unlucky people in this world, for loving the one who still holds the name of his first love in his heart.

Fool again, Mas Gibran was my first love. It's fashionable, isn't it? My first love still loved her first love.

Ha ha .. I laughed in my heart remembering my poor fate. As the saying goes, it has fallen down the stairs.

"In Bandung! All right, tomorrow I'll go straight there to meet him. Don't tell him I'm going there! I want to surprise him!" Mas Gibran said excitedly before hanging up the phone.

It was so happy that Mas Gibran did not realize that I had entered the room. The look on his face that sparkled happily like a young man who was kasmaran.

My heart hurts to see it, God. What was my lack all this time? I have become the wife of the Sholehah and have tried to be a obedient servant by fulfilling all my duties as a Muslim.

But why do you test me by letting my husband love his past love?

"Mas" called me soft, I interspersed with a sweet smile to cover the gaping wound in my heart.

Gibran turned towards me. The handsome man returned my sweet smile without feeling guilty.

Oh yes Allah .. Is this sick?

"Hannah, I'm going to Bandung tomorrow! Alena has returned from Singapore! Turns out he graduated cumlaude there. I guessed it, my Alena would have been able to pass faster because of her intelligent brain!" Mas Gibran praised Alena's cleverness in front of me.

For whatever sake, I want to shout right now. I want to cry and wail at the universe. I wanted to give off a negative aura that I had been suppressing all this time.

Tired of being a kind and gentle woman, I am also a human who has lust and bad nature. If it wasn't for the religious knowledge I learned from childhood.

Of course I swear my cruel destiny. 

"Previous S1 Alena also graduated cumlaude! His science in the field of law is truly admirable. He could absorb all about the law quickly. In fact, Alena … "

"What's my lack all this time, Mas?" 

They will be weak with feelings called jealousy. Women can hold back their love for years. But not with jealousy.

Gibran POV.

I was surprised to see Hannah ask me about her flaws all along. I saw her beautiful eyeballs glazed like garden lights that wanted to break.

I realized my mistake. I shouldn't have praised Alena in front of Hannah who was obviously my wife.

Hannah is the wife I married a year ago. I married her at the behest of my mother who really liked Hannah.

Hannah was the son of Ustadz Muhammad Yusuf. An ustadz who is very much in disdain by the residents of Al Muslimun pesantren in Aceh.

Yes, Cut Hannah Salsabila bin Yusuf. My wife is a native Acehnese. My mother knew him because Hannah helped my mother who was in a pickpocket while on vacation in Banda Aceh.

Hannah has been a stray since she was eight years old. He only has his father who now still teaches in Aceh.

Oh my God .. I have sinned for making my wife jealous. 

"Hannah." I wanted to hug her, and yet, Hannah regressed her steps.

I was surprised because for the first time Hannah refused my embrace. Is he really angry now? O Allah ... What have I done?

"You haven't answered my question, have you? What was my lack all this time? Hasn't my devotion been enough to you for a year to erase the name of your first love in your heart, Mas? Answer!" 

Hannah raised her voice for the first time. I saw her face flushed to her neck indicating that my wife was really angry.

"Hannah," I called gently to try to ease my wife's emotions.

I don't want to be a fire when my wife is a fire. I need to be as calm and cold as water so that Hannah and I can speak well.

Alena's presence made me forget that I'm no longer a single man. I am a married man.

But how else? My love for Alena is still as intact as ever. Although our relationship ended the day before I married Hannah. My love for him has not diminished.

We broke up not because one of us cheated. We broke up just because Alena had too much ambition on her ideals to become a prosecutor.

My mother urged me to get married soon. As a result, I married Hannah for my service to my parents.

"Jawab, Mom! I want to hear your answer now!" Hannah dropped her tears staring at me.

My emotions were stirred when I heard the words coming out of Hannah's mouth.

"Is it because his open appearance of showing off his thighs and chest on all men makes you interested? Do I have to look like him too? Or do I need to wear a bikini out of the house showing off my body to other men so you like it too?"

"Hannah!" my screams boomed with my hands floating in the air wanting to slap Hannah.

seriated.