Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
34. Afrah (I'm Jealous)
I just came out of the bathroom with the cold on my skin. Then I glanced at the wall clock. At 02.55 minutes.5 minutes more tahajjud prayer will arrive in one third of the night.
My gaze now turned towards Mas who was sleeping soundly.3 hours ago Mas Fikri just fell asleep after staying up late doing work on his laptop.
I just sighed. Counted already almost 2 weeks this Mas Fikri often stayed up late at night in his work room. Mas Fikri also often do overtime at the office and ended up staying there. I sat on the edge of the bed. I gently touched her cheek.
"Darling.wake up."
Mas Fikri squirmed slowly. Then he switched positions and turned his back on me. I just smiled thinly at him.
"Bag.."
"Hm.."
"Wake up, pray tahajjud."
"5 minutes from Afrah."
"Afrah is not sure. C'mon Mas. It's Sunnah. Whoever does this will get a reward."
Fikri remained silent. I put my chin on his arm. I hugged him from behind. I also gently patted Pipi Mas Fikri.
"Mas."
"Big baby. Let's wake. Or Afrah will kiss Pipi-"
Suddenly Mas Fikri immediately woke up. He straightened his body with a tense face. God, why does he look nervous and embarrassed? Mas Fikri cleared his throat and looked at me.
"Yes yes. It's awake. Okay?"
I just laugh amusedly. My hands are stretched out to tidy up his curly hair.
"Take the water wudhu yes. Afrah prepare the sarong and the alphabet."
"Other times if I wake up I'm not like that."
I frowned. "Why?"
Fikri looks wrong. He scratched the nape of his neck like he was thinking of the right answer for me.
"You are heavy. If you hug me like that, I feel overwhelmed and.." Mas Fikri's gaze looked serious to me.
"And I'm already big. The way you kissed me on the cheek I felt like a kid."
I was about to protest but that quickly Mas Fikri got out of bed and ran towards the bathroom while sticking out his tongue.
"Slips Afrah. Haha."
I laughed until Mas Fikri disappeared behind the bathroom door. But my laughter turned grim.
It's been 1 month. Why, I felt that Mas Fikri often avoided me when I hugged him.
There was a reason he gave me. It was as if he didn't want me to approach him.
What's wrong with her?
Then what's wrong with me? Is there anything wrong with me until Mas Fikri does that?
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I opened both my eyes. I was trying to gather my consciousness at this moment. The sunlight slipped behind the window curtains.
I finally got up and sat up straight. I glanced at the wall clock. At 08:00 in the morning. WHA!
"Yes Allah.. Afrah's late."
I quickly pulled out the blankets that had my bed. I got out of the room and went down the stairs carefully. I was already downstairs and only the void I got.
The fragrance of Mas Fikri perfume is still smelled. That means Mas Fikri's departure to the office just happened a few minutes ago.
I wanted to chase him but it seemed impossible. I sat on the couch with a wedge. It all happened because I was coming to the moon. I have not prayed Sunnah tahajjud since this morning. All I did was recite while lying down to sleep.
I went back to the room. I'm looking for my phone in the drawer. I also tried to contact Mas Fikri until finally my heart slipped.
My phone is erring again for not turning on. Sometimes you can wear it sometimes you can't. A normal cell phone is small and not a Smartphone.
Guilt is lodged in my heart. Because I'm sorry Mas Fikri didn't have breakfast. It's the first time I've been up late and not made breakfast for Mas Fikri.
Without saying much more, I also took the initiative to make breakfast for Mas Fikri and lunch in the kitchen.
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At 10:00 in the morning. North Jakarta.
I used an online taxi service to get to D'Media Corp Jakarta. I checked my phone. And again, my phone remains completely dead even though I had previously charged.
It took me about an hour to finally arrive at D'Media Corp. I got out of the taxi online and headed straight for the company lobby. When I got there I was confused how to. I mean, I'm confused how to use the elevator.
Actually when I came out of the apartment accidentally I went with one of the next door neighbors who happened to want to go to the apartment lobby floor.
But if I'm here, what should I do? I'm afraid the elevator will break or get stuck back in the soap operas. From far away I saw Mas Fikri running towards me. I'm appalled.
"Bag.."
"Afra!"
Mas Fikri was seen breathing a sigh of relief. He did not say much and directly pulled my wrist towards the elevator.
"One of my employees saw you here. He said you were like a confused person. Then he called me. I'm so worried about you. Why didn't you call me in the first place?"
I feel good about the quality of my old phone. We also entered the elevator door. Tightly he clasped my hand.
"You're okay, right? How was it on the road? Are you confused? Is everything okay?"
"Afrah"
Unexpectedly Mas Fikri hugged me tightly from the side. He kissed me gently. Heart's pounding. Mas Fikri was really worried about me to the extent.
"Sorry Afrah." I whispered to him.
"Afrah again comes the moon. Afrah does not pray tahajjud and dawn prayers and Afrah recites and falls asleep until bad luck. Maafin Afrah Mas.."
"Why didn't you call me first? You don't have to bother coming here."
"Afrah has contacted Mas. But.. Afrah's cell phone is dead."
Ting! Elevator door opens. Finally Mas Fikri immediately pulled my wrist towards his room.
"Have you had breakfast?"
"Yet. I was busy. I have a proposal I need to check by email. Proposal to cooperate with client."
"Afrah's a bribe?"
"Huh?"
"Afrah bribe. I have to eat."
"But-"
Finally we arrived at Mas Fikri's room. I ignored Mas Fikri and immediately told him to sit on the sofa. I grabbed the laptop that was on Mas' desk and intended to move it on the sofa table. So he can work while I bribe my breakfast. But my steps stopped. I stared at a picture there..
A 4R photo. Photos of beautiful women are displayed there. Instantly my heart was slashed. I'm jealous why my eyes suddenly glazed over.
Who's the lady? Did Mas have a mistress all this time without me noticing so he always avoided me?
"Afrah?"
I jerked. "I-iya Mas."
"Say you want to bribe me. Where's?"
"Ah yes. These.. Afrah brought Mas's laptop back there. After that Mas work and while Afrah bribe ya."
"All right."
And Mas Fikri was again busy checking his phone. I looked at the photo again. Tears dripped behind my veil. It was fortunate that my veil was black and Mas Fikri wouldn't know there were tears that had just come down my cheek from being disguised with a black cloth.
And I'm jealous. She's very pretty. Her beauty made me realize that all this time Mas Fikri had never once been interested in me.
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Let's get some heart gymnastics. Let's healthy. This Sunday 😆
Thanks for reading. Healthy always for you.
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