Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
19. Fikri (Afrah and Fara)
"Afrah?"
I stared at the brown iris of Afrah who was now looking at me seriously. Behind that veil I don't know if he actually looks nervous or not. I just called him. Am I wrong?
"Yes sir?"
"Ep. Staying outside of work hours. Can I have a chat for a second?"
Then he fell silent again. I checked my wrist watch. Make sure not to linger outside the home.
"Only 10 minutes. Can you?" ask her.
Finally Afrah nodded. The atmosphere is so quiet in the housing complex in this Jakarta city area. Only the sound of crickets was in the bushes and filling the silence between us.
"Tomorrow I will ask for a letter of diploma all your education."
"Degree? Em sorry Sir. Didn't I give it to you through my Dad?"
I scratched the nape of my neck and was a little misbehaved. To cover it up, I finally cleared my throat.
"Em, I mean your graduation letter in college."
"Only for the formalities of my policy. That'sthat's all. Now there's a new rule, working where I have to hold my education diploma for a year" I said before Afrah knew the truth.
Afrah seemed to think. Not what he thinks. I don't know. Only God and himself know.
"Good Sir."
"That's for Fara?"
Afrah's gaze turned to a food box she was holding. Then back to looking at me.
"Yes Sir. Right."." Right."
"here. Just be the same as me."
"Huh?"
I'm gonna go get that box. But suddenly Afrah refused. It was as if the box was his favorite thing that no one wanted to hold.
"Sorry Sir. This is the trust of my mother. Because trust is mandatory in the run. So I'll deliver it to Fara."
"OKAY. Only up you. Don't forget what I said."
"God willing, sir."
Then Afrah sauntered away to Fara's house. I also just stared at his disappearance.
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I'm handling an important file. A cooperation for the broadcasting of Islamic television stations with Pak Lana in the city of Aceh a few months ago. The clock now shows at 10:00 a.m.
The door was knocked and opened a little. I turned to the door and there was Fara there standing politely in her formal attire. The black long skirt that is combined with a pink blazer with a sweet hijab that matches the color of the blazer.
"Asalmualaikum Sir. Am I interrupting?"
"Wa'alaikumussalam. 10 minutes for you."
Then I went back to noting something in the important file that had been on my desk since. Fara's steps were heard entering my room and standing in front of me.
"It's Sir. Financial statements this month. Said Silvia's mother I want to see directly."
I looked at Fara. Fara's beautiful face and sweet smile. I received the dossier and started to check the company's stable and increasing finances every month. Fara is the financial administrative department of my company.
"Pretty. Brother Father?"
I was shocked when Fara suddenly said that. I looked at Fara who was now staring at a small 4R frame next to the flower vase of my work desk.
"Not."
"Then?"
"My future wife."
"God's Masya. Well-favoured. But where is he sir? I never did li-"
"Died 5 years ago" I said without further ado.
Instantly the atmosphere became awkward. I closed my company's financial report file and returned it to Fara.
"This. Thanks for your report today."
"Sama-sama Sir. Excuse um. Asalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
I switched to opening my laptop. Check for important emails from one of the important clients. Why did I feel bad after Fara asked about the late Devika. Indirectly my work concentration was lost because it was again remembered Devika and then my first love.
"Sir. Em sorry. Can I ask you something?"
O Allah. I think Fara's really gone. Turns out he's still here. What does he really want?
"Please." I said no matter and still looked at my laptop.
"Now I understand why my Mother and Mother brought us both closer."
"Photos of the late future wife of the Father are still on display there. It means you can't move on. Am I right, sir?"
"Yes you're right" I said at last.
It's actually working hours. Fara had already asked outside of the job topic. But after getting to know each other for a few weeks, I think Fara is a woman who can talk to and share stories.
Even to be honest, he seems to expect nothing from me. Especially about the heart. Ithinkso.
"Can't forget him yet. Shackled by a dark mass. Move on's? Yeah I know. But it's not as easy as you think."
"Then?"
"I'm fine. Okay well? Don't worry about me."
"Why?"
"Because God has not yet reunited me with a better woman than before."
And Fara finally fell silent. We looked at each other in a distance of a few meters even if only for a second. Fara finally smiled.
"Oh, is that sir? Yaudah Pak zeal. So that one day we can move on. If you can, don't stay long. Later Mommy can be angry with her big baby who is difficult to move on."
Fara laughed at once. And again, just seeing Fara's smile I am entertained. The jolly one looked relaxed as if it did not have the burden of life.
I stood up from my seat. Then I sat down and looked at him, leaning my hips on the edge of the desk.
"I didn't expect Mother to be so intent on telling you about me."
"What?"
"Big baby. Those two words are always said to me."
Fara hugged the file of financial statements she held. "But I'm sorry sir. I asked you about my personal business. We shouldn't be talking about it let alone the office environment."
"No problem. Sometimes I need a friend to talk to."
"But not free sir. My treat dong! Lunch at the restaurant at the time. Thank God, it's delicious! I'm addicted to it, sir."
I chuckled amusedly while shaking my head. Fara is a good friend. Until I never thought about keeping him away from me
While not leading to a more serious level.
"Sir."
"Yes?"
"Don't be forced if it's the Father.."
Fara fell silent. Like holding something back so as not to speak wrong.
I frowned confused.
"Why Fara?" tanyaku carefully.
"Em, I mean. Don't be forced if you don't like me."
I was silent for a few seconds. Fara smiled at me again.
"I know how hard it feels to move on Sir. I have experienced it before. But from all that I learned that I shouldn't expect anything from another man."
I saw Fara as if she had a broken heart. Apparently he's just like me. We have both experienced the sadness of love.
"But I'll wait for the man. A man that God will do for me sir."
I'm nodding. "You need to be patient."
"Yes Sir. Insha'allah. So how do you melow gini?" Fara laughs. "Jaudah Sir. This time I really left. Don't forget the treat sir. I'm going first. Asalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsallam."
I stared at Fara's departure. Why do I feel comfortable after talking to him. Lately two women at once have been thinking in my mind.
Afrah is full of mystery and Fara, the girl friend who made me a place to share stories.
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Well loh, Fikri began not to focus on one woman 🤣
Your feelings at this time?
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