Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
9. Fikri (Patience Fikri )
Sunday, 11:00 Noon. North Jakarta.
If you remember what happened a week ago when I went home to Samarinda to see Mr. Amran, that's how long I was like a buffalo in her horn. It's all because of Mother. The middle-aged woman of my love certainly drove me to places where many women of my age were.
Especially at this time. It happened again. Mommy is in a car with me. Mother came to Jakarta. He said he wanted to see the restaurant business I was working on. It can be ascertained after that the possibility of Mother will take me back to her friends who also live in this city and then end with the matchmaking of her daughters.
The situation is now noon. My car is stuck in traffic in Jakarta. I just picked up Mom and Dad from the airport. Mom and Dad are sitting in the back seat of the car.
"Yes Allah. Very jammed. When is Fik?"
"This is how Jakarta Bun."
"Are you like this every day?"
I glanced at Mommy through the middle rearview mirror of my car. "Not if I come home late."
"What's? Late home?"
"Hm."
"Why did you come home late? You went to a no-no place?"
I chuckle amusedly. Mommy could suspect me as a good child in a place like that.
"Yes, it's not Bun. Fikri's working."
"Work until night? You have an assistant. That's why he helped you, Fik. Do not spend most of the time or stay up late. Not healthy later. Could be sick."
"Yes, Mother is yes."
"If you get sick, Mother will think. Cassian big baby Mother if sick no one takes care of."
"Fikri's not a baby."
"It's a baby if you're not married."
"Yes Bundaaaaa yes." And I finally succumbed to this debate.
Dad laughed amusedly. I'm just trying to hold on to patience. Mother always does. Always worrying about myself excessively. God willing, I will be fine.
"Patience to patience." Dad patted me on the shoulder. "The handsome man is much of his ordeal. Example of your brother. He inherited Dad's good looks by rapping Aiza. When did you use your good looks, son? Do not let Mother snort because of stress due to your thoughts continue."
"Hush!"
Mother's voice reprimanding Father was heard. I glanced at Mommy again through the middle spy. Dad looks grimacing. Maybe Mommy gave an angry pinch to Dad.
"Gini-gini I diligently care loh Well. Don't think like that."
"Already Bun. Don't worry about Fikri. He's been busy. Maybe there's a time when he'll find his soul mate."
"Yes but when? Our son is only two. Her brother is married. He's the only one who hasn't."
"Patience Bun patiently." said my father softly.
"But well Mother was worried. He's an adult. It's time to get married. Do not fall into disobedience to the non-mahram."
"Serr."
"Huh?"
"Tomorrow to accompany Mother."
Nah kan. What say? Mother always asked to accompany there and here. The ends must have ended by meeting myself with the daughter of my Mother's friends' children.
"Sorry tomorrow Fikri is busy."
"Busy what?"
"Eum..." Instantly I fell silent. O Allah.. I should what? Can't I lie to Mother? Suddenly I remembered about the restaurant sales report this month. Is this month the profit of restaurant income is on the rise or not? Moreover
"Fic?"
"Eh? Em Bun Firki -"
"You're not looking for excuses, are you, son?"
I was nervous at once. "Sorry Bun. Tomorrow Fikri's got a job."
I stopped my car when the light went red at junction 4.
"Job order? Couldn't it be represented by Romi?"
"It's not about Bun's office. It's about Fikri's restaurant business. All Fikri wants to meet directly with employees of the financial sector. There's something important that Fikri wants to say."
"But-"
"Already Bun. Fikri's right." Father's voice this time was heard. "A business must be done well. If we are wrong in doing it, we can lose or go bankrupt. Do not underestimate finances in the business of Bun. Once upon a time Fikri did have to meet with employees who had managed the finances of his restaurant."
I breathe a sigh of relief. Finally Mother was silent. Mother also relented after Dad gave such advice.
"Mother just bring Dad. This dad is handsome. Not shy. Is it Fik?" Sela Dad again.
The lights are back on green. I just nodded. Hehehe. I'll take care of that father's good looks. Instead of later I cry and feel sad. Aye right?
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Delicious by Fikri Family Restaurant. At 17:00 in the afternoon. North Jakarta.
"Asalamualaikum Sir?"
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
I stared at a middle-aged man named Mr. Gilang. A right-hand man I trust to handle this family restaurant of mine. From D'Media Corp. I took the time here to see the condition and situation of my restaurant.
"Sorry Sir. What's calling me?"
"Please sit down Mr. Gilang" I said to him.
Mr. Gilang just nodded. Politely he sat in front of me. Then I looked seriously.
"I'd like to see the financial statements of this restaurant's earnings."
"Good Sir. I'll get it."
"Ah that.." Mr. Gilang nodded and smiled faintly at me. "Good Sir. I'll send him to your room."
"OKAY. Thank ye. Then Mr. Gilang can come out."
Gilang immediately stood up from his seat. He looked down politely and then left the room. While waiting for the employee to arrive, I checked my phone. I fell silent again.
I stared at the photo of the late Devika that became my phone wallpaper. A photo I secretly took while he was drinking a glass of juice in a restaurant.
This longing is getting more painful. Missing his figure while he was alive before returning to God.
The sound of the door knocking.
"Asalamualaikum?"
"Wa'alaikumus-"
I'm appalled. Both my eyes were wide. O Allah. Did I not see wrong? Isn't she..
I'm stunned. A woman I met in the city of Aceh. Why is he suddenly in this town?
I looked at his hand which was now holding the file. Then my gaze turned to her feet that were only wearing bare socks.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." I said at last.
"Where are your shoes?" scold me without further ado.
"Sorry Sir. Out."
"Out?"
He's nodding. I frowned not understanding.
"Why? Are you not wearing it?"
"I'm sorry Sir. I'm afraid the floor is dirty?"
"What?"
I was silent for a moment. Oh God this woman. Why would he think that? I don't want to think long. My only goal now is to ask for my restaurant's financial statements this month.
"Forget it. Ah where's the report. I want to see."
"It's Sir."
I received the report file. Page by page I opened it. Read it carefully. Thank God the income and profits are so great. Everything smoothly. Allah is truly a blessed giver of sustenance to me.
I looked back at the woman. A woman I don't know her name yet. Then I was a little confused again to see him. It was like she was hugging herself tightly.
"What's wrong?" ask her again.
"I'm cold sir."
"Cooling?"
He's nodding. At first I was confused. Then I remembered the AC in this room that was fully lit with cold and cold. The weather is hot out there.
"You can't stand AC?"
"AC what is it, sir?"
I think I want to pat my head. Sorry is nothing. I know he lives in the city, right? Why is he so clumsy?
"Have forgotten it. This.." I thrust the AC remote at him. At first he was confused. Then not long hold the AC remote.
"If it's cold just turn it off."
"Dead off?"
"Yes. Power off. So you don't get cold."
"I'm sorry Sir. We can't kill."
"Kill out? Mean you? Kill from where?"
"I mean. I said turn it off"
"Oh that." cut me up quickly. "I mean just Off the AC. You can see the On and Of buttons, right?"
He stared at the AC remote he had already held a few minutes ago in his hand. And then he finally nodded.
I'm just trying to be patient. In my heart, I have repeatedly. O Allah. Why is there such a woman in the world?
"Sorry Sir?"
"What else?"
He looks silent. He looks a little unsettled.
"What's wrong?"
"Em.. how to use this remote?"
And again. I feel like banging my face against the desk right now. Allahuakbar this woman..
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Author; patience Fik. Patient
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