Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
13. Fikri (What's Happening to Afrah?)
D'Media Corp's. At 11:00 noon. North Jakarta.
I read the results of my investment in a broadcasting company owned by Pak Lana in Aceh a month ago.
Their Da'wah and Tausiah broadcasts are indeed beneficial for the people of Indonesia.
I glanced at my phone which had been ringing since. Mother's name is plastered there. Actually I'm a little distracted. But what the hell else? It seemed important until finally it was the last time Mother called me but I ignored it.
"Asalamualaikum Buns. What's up?"
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. O God of Ficriiiii!!!"
I grimaced to keep the phone away from my ear. Mother's voice sounded loud full of anger.
"Ficri? Huh hello? Huh hello? Hello big baby Mother. Is it still there???????"
I took a deep breath. Oh my God, big baby. Those two words are now my nickname during Mother's stay here in Jakarta.
"Yes Bun Yes. Fikri's here."
"What time are you coming home, son?"
"Sore Bun's. What's up?"
"Alhamdulillah. Ah don't wander! Tonight there's a big celebration at Fara's house. He's out of the move."
"Why did Mother just say? Didn't we have lunch with them at Fikri's restaurant this afternoon?
"Mother forgets." Mother's voice laughing sounded. "Maclum is old. It's getting senile. But dear, your gini elders are not married. So when's Fik?"
"What when?"
"Well, Fik Marah! Allahuakbar big baby."
"Youraaaa-"
"Fic. Fara is beautiful. Same with you. She's also beautiful like the late Devika used to be."
I try to hold on to patience. The one who was talking to me was my real mother. Don't let me get emotional.
Astarghfirullah's..
Astarghfirullah's..
Astarghfirullah's..
My thoughts in my heart. I leaned my back against the back of my chair. I scratched my slightly dizzy forehead. Piling up work and guidance from Mother to me to get married soon.
"Devika will not be replaced until whenever Bun. Fikri please understand."
"Mother has known you for 5 years. Is that not enough for you?"
"Bun-"
"You are an adult. You're 30 years old, Fik. Financially you are also well established. The treasure already exists. Homehouse. Automakers. Occupational. What else is lacking? Wife right?"
I faintly heard Dad's coughing voice. Maybe now Dad is near Mommy.
"That's see. Your father is starting to get sick. Last night Mother Nemanin Daddy went to the doctor. Doctor says Dad's cholesterol is high again."
"Mother should not worry about Fikri excessively Bun. God willing Fikri will be fine. Believe it."
"But who can know in the future?"
"Mother. Fikr-"
"You should take a lesson from your brother. Arvino was a playboy. Frequently changing partners. Mother to worry. The obedience he did was then made Mother worry about you too son."
I'm speechless. What Mother said was true. Although in the end my brother Arvino was now repenting to meet the woman he loved.
But what about me? I just love Devika. That'sthat's all. I don't want to find another woman.
"Fic?"
"Yes Bun."
"Do you have a woman of your own choice so as to reject various kinds of matchmaking offers from Mother?"
"Huh?"
"Is Mother right?"
I shook my head quickly. "No Bun. That's not true. I've never been close to anyone but the late Devika. That's all."
"Please think carefully Fik. For your salvation in this world and the Hereafter. Get married. Don't procrastinate until you end up regretting it later."
"And Mother worries about you while you are celibate."
Allah Ta'ala said,
وَلَا تَقْرَبُوا الزِّنَا إِنَّهُ كَانَ فَاحِشَةً وَسَاءَ سَبِيلًا
"And do not approach adultery; indeed, it is an abomination. And a bad path." (QS. Al - Isra': 32)
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Casanova Apartment. At 17:00 pm. North Jakarta
At 17:00 in the afternoon. Thank God I finally got home safely to the apartment. I sat on the edge of the bed. My body feels tired.
Ah it seems like Mother. Then I put my forehead on the edge of the bed and opened the door to my room. I frowned because I saw Mommy carrying a 220ml glass containing an orange drink.
"Drink."
"This is what Bun?"
"It's jamu. Jamu rice kencur. Just made Mother in the kitchen. For you."
I received a glass of the jamu. The look on my face now looks doubtful.
"What the hell is Bun doing?"
"This is very useful for you Fik. The jamu rice fasten it to maintain the immune system. You are still a bachelor. Haven't got a wife. Who would be sick?"
O Allah. Wife again. I'm just menggelos. I feel like the look on my face is turning grim. Mom casually entered my room and sat on the soft sofa in my room. Mother circulated her gaze throughout my room.
"Somehow Fik did you love the late Devika?"
"Huh?"
"No." I saw Mother's gaze to the small picture frame on the lamp table beside my bed. Photo Devika. "Where would you like to move on if a photo of the late Devika is there?"
"Mother.. Mother should rest ya." Persuakku slowly.
"Yes, this is also Mother going out." I saw Mother standing from her seat. "Mother wait you display the wedding picture frame with the future wife. Okay?"
"No promise Bun. God willing."
"Well, wait!"
Can you be honest, no? Suddenly how do I feel the same with my beautiful Mother, huh?
Finally, Mother came out of my room. Suddenly Mother stopped her steps again.
"Don't forget the rice jamu kencur made by Mother drunk yes. Watch no! Or Mommy will doain you get married this month."
Allahuahbar. Elus chest.
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Pelita Indah Complex Housing. Block A at 21:00 p.m. North Jakarta.
Alhamdulillahot. Finally, the thanksgiving event of moving Fara's new house went smoothly. Right now, I was sitting relaxing on the porch of Fara's house while checking my phone. The invited guests have gone home especially now that the hour has shown at 21:00 pm.
"Ficily?"
I looked to the side. Ah Fara's. This woman is right next to me.
"Yes?"
"Em, thank you for taking the time to come to the thanksgiving event of moving my new home."
"Either. Oh yeah, my mom's still busy inside?"
I saw Fara glancing towards the inside of the house. Then I switched to smiling at me.
O Allah. That smile. If I can be honest. Fara is beautiful. Sweet. It has both doll-like eyes and plump eyelids. Bending due to additional make up or not. I didn't pay close attention.
"Mother is talking to my Mama inside" Fara said.
"Oh. All right, I'll just wait here."
"Can you sit here too?"
I smiled thinly. "certain. This is your home. Why not?"
Fara laughs. To be honest, we've only known each other for the first time. And Fara is a nice woman figure to befriend as well as having a light conversation.
"I want to thank you too, Rick. You want to accept me as your employee at the company."
"Either. Hope you can work together."
Then we fell silent. Confused what else to say. The atmosphere became awkward. I finally took the initiative to stand up from my seat. I wanted to go inside the house and suddenly I just fell silent.
Without me noticing I saw Afrah by the door. Ah I forgot. Afrah is home here too let alone Afrah and Fara next door neighbors.
Our eyes met for a moment. Did he eavesdrop on our conversation? Or is there a need with me or with Fara but not so close?
"Ficri? What's up?"
I looked towards Fara and I looked back at Afrah who had passed inside. What's wrong with her? Behind that veil, my curiosity is so strong.
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Is Afrah jealous ?
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