Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )

36. Afrah (Enterprise to Think Positively)

Beauty Clinic Beauty Skin.

North Jakarta, 10:00 in the morning.

I took my foot to a beauty clinic in Jakarta. After getting permission from Mas Fikri, I don't want to waste the time that existed before Zuhur arrived.

I circulated the entire corner of the room which was dominated by all white. There are several service desk sections and there is one table registration information section.

Without a doubt I approached the registration desk as soon as I saw one of the employees at the beauty clinic here who was so sweet in white with a light blue hijab smiling at me.

"Welcome to our Beuaty Skin beauty clinic Brother. Can I help you?"

I'm nodding. "I'd like to consult a beauty doctor here. Can it?"

"certain." He's nodding. "Sorry Brother, was Brother member here before?"

I'm shaking. "I happen to be here for the first time."

With a friendly smile he nodded. "Registration first, brother. Can you see the identification card?"

I nodded and immediately took out my identification card and then gave it. After that I waited for a moment as he registered my name on his computer.

While waiting, I looked around me. There are so many visitors and consumers who pass by in this beauty clinic. Some of them have pretty faces. White-skinned. There are also acne breakouts and there are even their faces that look flushed.

I'm speechless. I'm here my only goal is one. I want to check my skin and face. For almost a month after marrying Mas Fikri she seemed to dodge when she looked at me.

At first I thought it was just ordinary. But for a long time I felt sad. Every time I talk to him about something, he never looks at me for long. He just looked at me as necessary and then looked back.

Then I took this beauty clinic initiative. Who knows there is something on my face that is less interesting in the eyes of Mas Fikri so that he happens so.

"This is my ID card. And this is my Beauty Skin Clinic member card. If you come here again you can bring this member card."

I'm nodding. "Ah yes thank you."

"There are several treatment procedures here, sister. There are facials, facial treatment, consultation with a doctor directly and others. Brother can see then check the choice according to the needs of Brother at this time."

I saw a piece of procedural paper given to me and the prices listed there. I immediately checked as needed and then gave it.

After that, I just waited for my turn to be called in the room of a beauty doctor.

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FruiteMart, 11:00 noon. North Jakarta.

I pushed a trolley that already contained some Snacks, Pampers, baby biscuits, formula milk and robot toys that I had chosen.

I am currently in one of the minimarkets in the city of Jakarta to buy all those necessities for somewhere.

I pushed the trolley to the cashier area and immediately paid for it. While waiting, I checked my phone. A new smartphone bought by Mas Fikri. Of course a little bit I've learned how to wear it so as not to get clumsy.

I smiled thinly and felt the wallpaper of my phone. A photo of Mas Fikri eating a Teddy Bear-shaped biscuit is seen in his hand.

Mas Fikri liked to make biscuits after I learned to make them. Mas Fikri is really a big spoiled baby.

"Total Rp. 258,000,- Brother."

I immediately turned my gaze to the cashier and paid for it in cash.

After that I ordered an online taxi service. This online taxi took me to one of the houses that I have been to a lot. That is where Faisal and Fahmi, Mas Fikri's adopted son who I also love him like my own son.

Jakarta was always jammed, so it took approximately 60 minutes when I arrived at the Resident Lestari Housing area where Faisal and Tante lived.

"It's Sir. Thanks to ya."

"Sama-sama Ma'am."

The online taxi was gone after I paid the fare. I carry a canvas bag that contains all my groceries.

I stopped my steps. I saw Mas Fikri's car lying in the yard of this simple house.

I checked the clock on my wrist. The clock now shows at 12:00 p.m. Time to Zuhur prayer and hours of rest of the workers.

I tried to be ordinary because maybe Mas Fikri was missing Faisal and little Fahmi so decided to come here.

"It's a tough choice, Fik. I can't possibly do it."

"I knew. But at least just think again."

"What about Afrah?"

I stopped my steps as soon as I got home. Isn't that the voice of Mas Fikri? Who else is talking to? Then who's that woman? I'm sure and I didn't hear wrong that it was a woman's voice.

"Faisal! Give me the toy back or Fahmi'll whine."

"don't want. Yey come on Aunty get me."

The sound of Fahmi's crying was heard. Then Faisal suddenly came out and found me in his house.

"Mama Afrah?"

Then Faisal went back into the house. The sound of Fahmi's cry was still heard.

"Father! There's Mama Afrah outside."

Instantly I could only be silent. Mas Fikri came out of the house and found me still standing on this floor since. But Mas Fikri has brought Fahmi in his cradle which is still as much as he likes.

"Here Mas let Fahmi I carry. He's-"

Then I was surprised. A woman came out and stood beside Mas Fikri. Even I was shocked that she was Fara. He called Mas Fikri again by the word "Mas"

"Afrah? O Allah, I miss you Afrah! I'm sorry that my arrival in Indonesia didn't let you know."

Fara did not carry Fahmi. He hugged me instead. I was confused as to how to respond after hearing the words earlier. Jealousy heart. I looked at Mas Fikri who was not looking at me at all. He instead switched to kissing Fahmi's thick cheeks.

"Afrah? How are you quiet?"

Fara let go of my embrace and then held both of my shoulders. I switched to looking at him.

"Oh sorry. You. em you're in good health, aren't you Far? How can you not tell me if you're coming back to Indonesia?"

"I'm.." Fara looks wrong. "Sorry I forgot. Em me.." And again Fara put some distance to me while checking the clock on her wrist as if she was making small talk of avoiding me.

"I have to go back home. Mama must be waiting for me. It just so happened that I just came back from the airport and headed here and brought souvenirs for Faisal and Fahmi. Em I'm going first. Asalamualaikum."

Fara looked back at Mas Fikri. "Em Fik, I'm back. Asalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

I just stared at Fara's departure. He called Mas and called Fikri's name. What's wrong with her?

"Eh there is Mbak Afrah. Let's go in. Ma'am." Tawar Aunty Faisal named Mbak Rani.

"I pray in the mosque here. You pray inside ya."

I just nodded. Then Mas Fikri left me. Why does my heart feel sad and sad.

It should be so until here that I will feel pleasure and happiness just to play with Faisal and pet little Fahmi. It's been a month I like to pet the little Fahmi who is 9 months old. He was so funny that I imagined that he was really my real son.

But I smiled smirk. Let alone biological children, why until now Mas Fikri never asked for his rights to me. And now it's just the curiosity, disappointment and jealousy that I feel.

There is too much curiosity that I have accumulated so far that I still do not dare to ask Mas Fikri. How do I want to ask her while there are obstacles when I want to speak seriously to her?

First about the photo of the woman I saw a week ago in Mas Fikri's office. Who's the lady? I feel familiar with the figure of the woman photographed. Like I've seen it where.

The second is about the people who often avoid me. I'm sure Mas Fikri is fine and normal. Or maybe he was busy so he didn't talk much in a long time with me?

And the third one, about the conversation that was last afternoon between Mas Fikri Fara. What's up with them? Is there something that is being hidden from me?

Ah no. Not likely.

I'm certain. Fikri is an honest husband.

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Seafood Family Restaurant, 20:00 p.m. North Jakarta.

Tonight is a weekend night. Mas Fikri and I were diners at a seafood restaurant despite an argument a few hours ago.

It happened because I was so worried about Mas Fikri eating shrimp. Shrimp is a taboo food for Mas Fikri because it can make him allergic while I'm not.

"Bag.."

"Yes?"

"Please don't eat shrimp can? Afrah was worried that Mas would be allergic and sick."

"Only occasionally Afrah. Come on." Comeon."

I'm shaking. Signs disagree. "Don't Mas. They can be allergic. What about your job when you're sick?"

"How about half?"

"No."

"Fourth?"

"No."

"Third?"

"No."

"Or-"

"Skin parts only."

Fikri looked at me in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? Of course it wouldn't taste good just eating the skin."

"But Mas-"

My words were delayed as soon as the restaurant waiter delivered our order. A large plate of boiled shrimp with a salad decoration on the edge of the plate plus chocolan sambal and my favorite grilled fish menu is held on the table.

Not only that. There is rice, drinks and others who also participate in the session.

I can only take a long breath. Mas Fikri has enjoyed the airfields voraciously. But not with me who suddenly tried to refrain from eating a lot.

"You don't eat?"

I'm shaking. "Em, I'll just drink it."

"Why?"

I smiled thinly. "For a drink. Em, the grilled fish will be taken home. No problem?"

"You'll do it. But then eat yes. Watch not. I don't want you to get sick if you don't eat."

I just nodded and went back to being quiet. Actually I'm hungry. But I try to refrain from eating too much at night.

I'm on a diet program. My weight before marriage 48kg. Then this afternoon I checked my weight rose 1 kg to 49kg.

I was afraid that Mas Fikri would turn away if suddenly my body became fat. Especially when I saw Fara this afternoon she was so beautiful and ideal after her return from Switzerland.

All I did was for Mas Fikri to keep me beautiful in his eyes. I try to think positively. Maybe Mas Fikri often avoids me because my weight goes up 1kg so my body is less attractive.

I was also thinking positively, maybe Mas Fikri was reluctant to look at me for too long because my face was a little dull and oily even though the beauty doctor said that my face had no problems. Especially dull and greasy.

"Em Mas's.."

"Yes?"

"After this can ketoko perfume in the shopping center?"

"Would you like to buy some perfume?" tanya Mas Fikri interrupted his chewing

"Yes Mas. Can it?"

"certain. I'll finish this meal first."

I nodded and went back to silence. Maybe I need perfume so that my body remains fragrant so that Mas Fikri does not avoid me constantly even though the actual scent of my body is no problem.

Yep. I'm sure it is.

I always thought positively about Mas Fikri even though I tried to fight the pain and despair in my heart.

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