Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )

15. Fikri (The Love of a Mother)

I stared at the unusual looking Afrah. Like being disappointed. My feelings are like that. But Ntahlah. Unfortunately I couldn't see the look on her face because she was a veiled woman.

Afrah left this room. While Fara looked at me with a sparkle. I just returned with a thin smile.

She really is a cheerful woman. During this introduction, he never talked about this matchmaking. That's why I don't mind when he's near me.

"Serr."

"Yes?"

"Woles yes. Don't be tense."

"You mean?"

Fara laughs. Then he smiled at me. And again. That smile. Subhanallah. Sweet.

"If I were again with you, there would be no need to think about those matchmaking matters. Just relax. I'm not a typical woman who gets married. I'd rather be friends now."

"Oh yeah?"

"Hm. Feels free. Without feeling bound. We also rarely meet. Even if you meet only related to business and work in the office. Ah if you need anything or advice, God willing I can help you Fik."

In my heart I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God Fara thought so. At least he doesn't matter if I'm rarely with him.

"Afrah! Yey, thank God, the end."

I looked towards the door. Afrah has returned with a plate of seafood fried rice and orange juice in her tray.

Afrah entered this room and placed the tray in front of Fara. I saw Afrah a little nervous. What is going on with Afrah? Why was he like that when he met me? Is my face scary? Isn't it from my generation that I'm a handsome boy?

Ah yeah. Thank goodness I am handsome. It's destiny.

And again. Just thinking about it all my curiosity behind that Afrah veil is getting stronger.

"Afrah, Later tonight there is a book bazaar exhibition. The price of cheap books we go there yuk?!"

"Book diaar?"

"Yes. In the Mall. I have already picked it up."

"Is it old?"

"God willing not. We are women. It's not good to go home at night. I'm right, aren't I?"

"I. I will ask permission first Mother. I'm sorry I have to get back to work. Asalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Thanks to Afrah!"

Afrah turned to look at me. "Excuse me sir."

"Yes. Please. Again thank you Afrah."

"Together Sir."

I stared at Afrah's departure. From the way his movements seem to Afrah is a home child who rarely goes out of the house.

"Sir?"

I looked towards Fara. "Yes?"

"Afrah is good sir. Both of his parents were good too. What a nice neighbor."

"Em, good then."

"And Afrah is also plain."

Then Fara laughed. Cheerful face. And again. That smile. Sweet. Until it stupefied me.

"Later tonight you follow me too! I think it's exciting if we go all three."

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"God's Masya. Big baby where are you going?"

I looked towards Mother. Ah again Mother teased me with two words. Big baby.

"Rapi is so Fik. Same way Fara?"

I'm nodding. "Yes Bun."

"Alhamdulillah there is progress. So when is this?"

I wear a watch on my wrist. "What's Bun?"

"That's what Bun-argh is!"

Unexpectedly Mother pinched my muscular arm. O God Mother. So angry with me who doesn't know anything.

"Basic insensitive! Yes marry. What else?"

I just grimaced as I rubbed my arm after Mother pinched it. "Fikri doesn't know Bun. Fikri is not married. Fikri still loves Devika."

"Forget the late Devika and move on."

"Fikri will try."

"Mother wait a minute."

"Yes Mother. Yes yes it is."

"Ah wait a minute."

Mother turned into the room. I just shrug my shoulders no matter what. Then a few minutes later Mother came out of the room carrying something.

Unexpectedly Mother pulled my wrist. Oh God, what is this? I just obey until Mother finally occupies me on a sofa.

"You are high. Mommy's tired when told to tiptoe."

"Mother want what Eh Mommy wants to do?!'

Mommy casually poured her kettleapak telon oil. Then rub it into my head. I panicked.

"Bun!" I'm trying to avoid.

"You're going out for the night. Mother is afraid you catch a cold. Later if a bloated stomach dizzy head that takes care of who? My wife doesn't have it!"

"Yes Allah Bundaaaa. Stop the. Fikr-"

"Diem! Big babies don't be naughty. Okay?"

Not until there. Even I was surprised when at this time Mother instead poured a bottle of talcum powder packing baby picture noah what brand into the palm of her hand and then casually Mother patted the talcum powder into my face.

"Bone! Ficry. Oh God Motheraaaa."

"Hush! Hush! Diem."

"But-"

"You're funny, Fik! Mbok Yo bachelors 30 years kayak Fathers have many children!"

Mother continued to tidy up the white baby powder all over my face. It can even be ascertained at this time my face is spiny.

"If you don't have a diligent wife, then want a facial nurse. You mostly work. Do not let Fara not be fascinated by your good looks. Your face was pale!"

"Look at your father. Despite being old, she was diligent in facial care."

I turned to look at Father who is now sitting casually while wearing a mask-shaped face mask owned by Mother.

And Dad just waved his hand at me. Indicates that what Mother says is true.

"Here we go! Do not forget to wear. There's no way you can wear it to you, right?"

Mother gave me something in the palm of my hand. I saw it and did not expect the gift of Mother.

"It's hot koyo. Paste it in your stomach. You will get drunk on the streets. Do not embarrass Mother with Fara. Okay well?

Maybe this is too much. But it seems like Mother doesn't care. A mother's affection for her child until all my body smells of egg oil and baby powder.

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Selow was. Still part 15. Still short ah. Warm up first before Baper 😆😏

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