Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
28. Afrah (Promise to Mas Fikri )
The dawn before dawn after the morning prayers we just did in congregation in this hotel room. I am thankful that I am grateful. Mas Fikri invited me to teach together in one Qur'an.
Heart touched. During my teaching, I tried to hold back my tears because I first taught with a man who is now my mahram.
My love for Mas Fikri grew even greater even though I did not know that Mas Fikri loved me either or not.
But I will try to be devoted to Mas Fikri. I will learn to accept all the shortcomings and advantages from today. I'm sure one day Mas Fikri will love me.
Then I am grateful, our worship this morning is to read the Qur'an together. From Abdullah bin Mas'ud radhiyallahu 'anhu, that the Prophet shalallahu 'alaihi wasallam said :
"Whoever reads one letter of the book of Allah then for him one good, and one good with ten times that. I'm not saying Alif Laam Miin is one letter, but Alif is one letter and Laam is one letter and Miim is one letter." (CHR. At Tirmidhi /2327)
"Shadaqallahul-'adzim."
"It is true that ALLAH is the Great One." said Mas Fikri after reading the Quran.
I slowly closed the Qur'an and then kissed it as well as Mas Fikri. Mas Fikri moved from his seat and placed the Qur'an on the table in continue with me who also took off my own face.
I fold my face neatly. After that, I looked at Mas Firki who was standing on his back while holding his phone.
For a moment, I fell silent because I remembered what happened last night. A treatment of Mas Fikri that makes my heart beat and want to be dislodged. Just remembering that, my face reddened.
Last night nothing happened even though while sleeping Mas Fikri hugged me so tightly from behind. I smiled thinly. Mas is indeed a husband who understands the situation let alone we have just known each other.
I did not say much because I intended to make a cup of tea that has been provided by the hotel in our room.
I made this cup of tea with a faint smile. Imagine for the first time that I serve a drink in the morning to a husband.
It only took me 3 minutes to finish brewing the tea. I brought this cup of tea to Mas Fikri who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He still looks busy with his phone.
"Mass?"
"Yes?"
"Is Afrah disturbing?"
Mas Fikri looked at me, smiling. "No Afrah. I just checked the email on my phone."
I just nodded and sat beside Mas Fikri slowly and nervously.
"Mas.em this is morning tea for Mas."
Mas Fikri put his phone on the table and received a cup of tea for me.
"thank you. May Allah reward you."
"Aamiinu. Thank you very much."
"Together."
Without saying much more Mas Fikri drank the tea and then choked. I'm panicking. Mas looks grimaced and then put the tea cup on the table.
"Oh Allah, what's the matter?"
I quickly grabbed a tissue. I stared at Mas Fikri miserably even as I touched Mas Fikri's lips with guilt. I'm sure when I made the tea there was no mistake.
Then we both fell silent and looked at each other. I just realized my position was so close. I stared at the blue iris of the sea that I had admired long ago intensely.
Mas Fikri also looked at me without blinking. My heart is beating so hard. My hand is still on his lips. Embarrassed, I slowly lowered my hand.
"The tea. hot."
Then I realized, suddenly Mas Fikri avoided me and stood up. Is Mas Fikri angry?
"Maafin Afrah Mas. Afrah thought about it"
"No problem. Just want to say be careful if you want to drink the tea. It's still hot."
I nodded obediently with my guilty face. Suddenly Mas grabbed a small spoon and fed it to me while sitting back next to me.
"Here, drink.."
I just nodded and obeyed. With attention Mas Fikri fed a spoonful of tea carefully towards me.
"Isn't this good? A cup of both."
Mas Fikri chuckled amusedly. I could only shut up and force my smile even though there was still guilt.
"Afrah?"
"Yes Mas?"
"This.. what scars?"
Mas Fikri's hand suddenly extended to my neck.
"Our stitch wound."
"Have you been in surgery?"
I'm nodding. "Yes Mas. It's been a long time."
"Oh yeah? When?"
"10 years ago."
I looked at the surprised Mas Fikri. Whether I feel it or not, Mas looks shocked. What's wrong with her? Why is it that since that proposal he always asks me this wound? It started when I opened my veil when she asked me to. He asked at the wound on the cheek area near my chin. I always give him the same answer, but why does Mas Fikri always ask repeatedly again?
"Mass?"
"Yes?"
Fikri. Seemed thinking. Then he smiled thinly.
"No. Forgetit. Let's go get some water each. Dhuha prayers are coming soon, after that we go to the 4th floor for breakfast together with our family."
I just nodded and Mas left me with so many questions on my mind.
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At 08:00 in the morning. The breakfast room which became the facility of one of the famous hotels in the city of Jakarta where I stayed last night has been visited by many hotel residents to fill their stomachs.
Mas Fikri clasped my hand tightly. With attention he accompanied this shy me to the row of delicious foods that confused me.
"What do you want for breakfast this morning?" ask me.
"Ep.. Afrah confused Mas."
"Don't get confused." Mas Fikri's hand turned to rub my arm gently and then embrace my shoulder. "You want a plate of both?"
I'm speechless. My face is red. I didn't expect it to be a truly romantic greeting. Masya Allah. It all felt so good after marriage.
"Em. No. Mas."
"Why?"
"Afrah's shy. How about Afrah who bribed Mas?"
Mas Fikri was silent. And I grieve my blunt stupidity. Oh Allah, how shameful I am..
I am smiling amusedly. "If you're the one who bribed me I think I'm really like a big baby."
"Later. Wait at our house and just the two."
DEG.
My heart is so tight. My face's warming. Two words. Just two. Hearing those two words alone made me nervous to death.
"I'll take that promise later." Mas whispered into my ear.
And Mas Fikri passed by leaving me to grab a cup of coffee. I also took a dessert menu and followed Mas who is now sitting at one of the dining tables that already contain our extended family..
There's my Father and Mother. My mother-in-law's father and several other large families. Then I stopped in my tracks.
From here I saw Mas Fikri who was looking in silence with a man who was his biological brother.
And I was surprised. Unexpectedly Mas undo his intention of breakfast there. I was confused.as a result I returned all the dessert menus to their original place.
I hastened my steps. Ignoring my breakfast because Mas Fikri is so important right now. Until I finally equalized my steps beside Mas.
"Mas.. "
"Mas why? Is everything okay?"
"Suddenly my head is dizzy. I want to rest." said Mas Fikri coldly.
Mas Fikri arrived in front of the iron box door. He pushed a button I never understood until a few minutes later we entered the box.
"But I haven't had breakfast. Afrah called the hotel clerk to take her into our room-"
Then I fell silent. Unexpectedly, I hugged him from the side. It was so tight that he finally stuck his forehead on my shoulder.
I slowly held onto Mas Fikri's arm. I can only be quiet. What's wrong with her?
"Bag.."
"Hm?"
"What's with that brother? Is there a problem?"
"none. Don't worry."
"Maybe Afrah can help.em happened to Afrah also know him. He used to be the Afrah-" lecturer"
Ting!
The sound of this iron box was heard. Get away from me. I dare to look at him. His gaze was highlighted with sadness and anger.
Then my gaze turned to one of the hands that now looked clenched. Why is my breath choking. I gently touched her tightly clenched hand until she finally relented, we knitted our fingers together.
He took my hand out of this iron box into the room. I'm just confused what's wrong with Mas Fikri. All I saw was Mas' jaw that looked stiffened. Like holding back an anger. What is it.
Then I thought.. I-i promise. I would always be by Mas's side if my husband was in trouble that he might not have been able to tell me.
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Just follow the flow..
Patience.even though deg-degan and nyesek.
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