Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
11. Fikri (Mak Comblang From Mommy )
North Jakarta. At 06:00 in the morning.
I drove my car fast. The road is not too jammed considering it is still morning. My feelings were suddenly not calm. The sad news just happened and it took me a beating.
Romi's. That's assistant. He just had a fire accident. Worse still trapped in his house.
It happened at 02:00 a.m. An atmosphere of grief enveloped in front of the morgue with tight guard by hospital officials.
With lethargic steps I approached those who were grieving. They were probably a family of Romi.
"Asalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Mr. Fikri."
One of the young men welcomed me. We shake. Next to him was a woman holding the son of the late Romi. The boy looks 7 months old.
"How did that happen?" ask the young man.
"I don't know either, sir. According to police, the fire at Om Romi's apartment was caused by an electrical short circuit."
"Then this kid?"
"It just so happened that my father took this child out of the house and took a walk from noon yesterday and stayed at my house. Then this morning, exactly at 02:00 in the morning the sad news came."
"What status are you with Mr. Romi?" ask him again.
"I'm Om Romi's nephew."
I don't ask much questions anymore. I saw Romi's son who was now fast asleep in the woman's arms. Perhaps the woman was his wife or sister the nephew of the late Romi.
I don't intend to find out. Why am I so hit. Romi is a personal assistant in office affairs who has worked with me for 5 years.
Romi is Om to me. He's been considered like family. But what God wants to say is to call him back to Him.
The sound of the child's voice was heard. I looked towards the voice that revealed the voice of the little boy earlier.
"What's his name?"
The woman looked at me. "Muhammad Fauzan."
Then I fell silent. A thought of wanting to adopt the child suddenly flashed through my mind. Romi's been good with me. His kindness will not be forgotten in my mind at any time.
Fauzan is a kid. That small child is now an orphan. All sorts of thoughts filled my mind. Until finally time goes on.
The bodies of the late Romi and his wife will be buried in the funeral home soon. I chose to postpone my work temporarily to leave seconds for the departure of the late Romi and his wife.
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Casanova Apartment. At 20:00 p.m.
"Child adoption?" said Mother does not believe.
I looked at Mother who looked surprised. The night is approaching after the end of the Isya prayer. Right now I, Father and Mother are in the living room of my apartment.
"Are you sure you want to adopt a child?"
I nodded confidently. "Yes Bun."
"Fikri, adopting a child and taking care of it is not easy. You're not married yet. Haven't got a wife. How can you do that?"
"What is Fik on? Is it because of your mutual feelings for your late assistant?" Continue Dad again who has been silent since.
I was silent for a moment. Mother did not mean to forbid me. Mother just didn't want me to be insecure after lifting up a child.
"It's not just Dad."
"Then?"
"I intend to give you affection. Education and other needs. That's all."
"Where will he live, son? You work. How can I take care of it?" ask Mommy again with me. His voice still sounded worried.
"Mother don't think about it. The little boy will remain with Om and his Tantenya. Fikri would visit him once a week while on vacation.
"Mother and Dad stay here for a while" said Mother relaxed.
"Living Here?" I said a little surprised. "How's our house over there, Bun?"
"Not to worry. There's your brother and Aiza who'll be staying there."
"Why Fik?" ask me while looking at me suspiciously. "Do you think our existence interferes with your privacy? Calm. Calm. This handsome father of yours won't intrude on your personal matters."
"Not." I shook my head quickly. "Not that. Fikri just-"
"Mother and Dad will be here. Monitor your daily life, especially after coming home from work. What did you eat. Road where. And there's still a lot. Handsome bachelors like you should be monitored a lot with Mommy." said Mommy without being able to argue again.
"Youraaaa-"
"No! No! No!" Mother scuttering. "There is no rejection. Okay well? As long as you are not married, Mother will continue to worry about you, baby. Look at the contents of your fridge." Mother looked at me pushyly.
"Mother until I see it. All the groceries in the fridge are really ready and unhealthy!"
I just took a long breath. How else would you like? The sound of the apartment bell ringing. Mother immediately went to the apartment door and opened it.
The familiar voice sounded. Even the voice of a woman laughing was heard. I looked at the doorway. And I was surprised. Two of the women. One is mother's age. Looks like Mother's friend.
And the other one is young. Hijab. Well-favoured. Same age as me. Then our gazes accidentally met.
O God mother......
Matchmaker again Matchmaker again.
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Author: patient Fik patient. So quickly find a mate so that mother does not consider you like a baby 😂
Thanks for reading. Excuse me. I have been busy for a few days and updated this story.
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