Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )

38. Afrah (Wounded )

Casanova Apartment. At 21:00 p.m. North Jakarta.

I walked back and forth restlessly and unsettled. It has been counted two days and two nights Mas Fikri did not sleep at home. He said he was busy. The company has a problem. I know it. But didn't he think of going home?

There I am ready to listen to all his complaints.

I'm ready to help him if he asks me for help.

There was even me who was ready to be his back when he was tired of all his work.

I put my phone on the table. It's been the umpteenth time I've contacted Mas Fikri but he didn't take a call from me.

Then I sat down in front of my dresser. I stared at my clean, white, glowing and bright face.

Thank God the treatment I did at Beuaty Skin a few days ago worked well. My gaze turned to the perfume bottle I just bought that smelled soft.

I've been wearing it. But still, Mas Fikri looked mediocre. What's wrong with her? Then what's wrong with me? Is there something wrong with me?

I forced my smile on the mirror before my eyes. I finally stood up. I grabbed my phone again and called Mas Fikri.

"Hello Asalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Mas, O Allah Mas Fikri. What about Fikri now? What's Fikri again? Already eaten? What do you eat? Still busy? Who else is it?"

Silent. There's no answer. And I was getting more anxious even I realized my question was so much so on his mind. To be honest, I can at least calm down without knowing Mas Fikri's condition first.

"Mass?"

"I'm fine Afrah. Believe it."

"Mas already eaten?"

"Not yet."

"Why? Later it can hurt. What if I am hungry? They will not concentrate on work. Afrah's worried."

"Do you need Afrah there tonight between meals? Afrah can make it tonight for-"

"No need for Afrah. It's already night. You better sleep."

"But-"

"My room has food. So you don't have to worry."

"Did I order it?"

"No."

"Then?"

"Em me.."

I heard Mas Fikri cleared his throat even though he had paused for a few seconds.

"Mass?"

"My friend made it. You are home, yes. I'm overtime right now."

"But Mas-"

"I close first. There's Rezki coming in my room with a file. Asalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

And the call ended. I miss him so much. Even I love him so much. Because of his love why I was afraid that Mas would lie to me.

Now I wonder. Whose friend did he mean and already made food? Is he a boy or a girl?"

"O Allah, protect Mas Fikri. Protect our household from evil." I wilt with a feeling of tightness.

And if I'm honest. Fara's name suddenly crossed my mind but I tried to ignore it for fear of being a slander and seudzon to him.

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D'Media Corp's. At 05:30 in the morning. North Jakarta

Morning's approaching. It's too early to go out of the house. A cold chill covered me but behind it all, the air in the current hour was indeed so fresh. The road was not too jammed until I finally arrived at D'Media Corp smoothly using an online taxi service.

I entered the elevator door that happened to be open. I quickly entered it when there were two men inside. A young man my age wears a robe and turban on his head.

I lowered my head politely and they gave me some distance to keep me in the back while they stood in front of me.

I saw one of them for a few seconds. He was a handsome-looking man who had a sharp nose and was of Arab descent. Then the other man is a young man like a dozen years old and the same as me an Indonesian citizen.

"What time is the shoot? Am I late?"

"No Mr. Ustadz. Sunna studies in studio 3 will start in 30 minutes."

"Alhamdulillah, thank goodness. I think it's too late."

I was silent to hear all their words. Apparently the dynamic man was an ustadz and maybe the young man next to him was his manager.

Elevator door opens. Finally they came out and left me who still needed 4 more floors for Mas Fikri's room.

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"Mas Fikri Why? Why are his hands red?"

"I'm doing fine. Believe it."

"Allergic acid?"

"It looks so."

"Then it's eaten. I know it looks like Mas Fikri hasn't had breakfast."

I gripped the door knob as soon as I arrived at Mas Fikri's room. A woman's voice and this early? Who her? I did not expect to find this as soon as I arrived in front of Mas Fikri's room.

Without saying much in a polite manner even though my heart was tight I knocked on the door slowly.

"Asalamualaikum?"

"Wa'alaikum"

My heart's sore. Fara Again. Fara Again. Want me to ask Fara why she seems to be approaching my husband?

Why did he bring me a food box filled with food for my husband?

Did he not realize that there was me there as his wife?

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Afrah, why are you here so early?" ask Mas Fikri to me.

He finally stood up and walked towards me and faced each other. Why did I come here? Was wrong? Surely not, right?

I gripped the goddybag I was holding. "Afrah had already contacted Mas Fikri to get here. But not responded."

"Oh I'm sorry Afrah. I-"

"Ficery. Ah, here's your phone."

Suddenly Fara came to us. I clearly saw Fara pull her phone out of her pocket.

Oh my God..what the hell is this?

Why is Mas Fikri's phone with Fara?

Is not the phone one of the personal objects that should not be held by just anyone?

"Asalamualaikum. Sorry late. I went to the toilet for a second."

"Wa'alaikumussalam" said Mas Fikri who is now staring at the door.

I also looked towards the door. A man in a formal suit and looks like a business man.

"So what about our plan?" ask the man who is sitting on the couch.

"I think with our plan, Mas.em company, I mean Fikri company will be helped."

I frowned. And again, why the hell did Fara call Mas Fikri with the word 'Mas?'

Especially if you are both. I snorted in annoyance, at this moment he called out Fikri's name.

Mas Fikri was actually already sitting there a few seconds ago. Even he ignored me. I tried to be patient again by giving up and put the goddybag containing my cooking box on Mas Fikri's desk.

With no enthusiasm I also chose to enter Mas Fikri's private room. When I got there I stared at the whole room. There is a soft sofa, a small table, and a single bed.

There are two clothes on the bed. The long-sleeved shirt is red and the cloth trousers belong to Mas Fikri. It was all Mas Fikri's work clothes that seemed to have gotten dirty.

I just sighed. With initiative I approached the bed and folded the dirty clothes neatly for me to take home.

And. I'm stunned.

My heart's claustrophobic.

My heart's sore.

I'm wounded.

And I'm ruined.

Shakingly I held a bracelet. Bracelet of a woman. Tears are dripping down my cheeks. There's a woman's bracelet here. In this room.

White gold chain bracelet with heart-knapped decoration cut in half. This bracelet the color looks fade. It's an old bracelet and is a couple bracelet.

Mas Fikri never gave this pair of bracelets to me. Mas Fikri also knows that I don't like wearing bracelets because I'm a veiled woman wearing a handsock rather than accessories.

Whose bracelet is this?

I finally got it. My heart ached like thousands of knives were raining down on my heart.

Is this why Mas Fikri avoids me?

Is this the reason Mas Fikri didn't come home?

Is there another woman who entered this room and..

Astarghfirullah's.

O Allah..

Oh my God, my heart hurts. My chest's tight.

I shook my head quickly. My head can't think about it because I'm jealous. Without saying much, I went out of the room. I looked at the sofa and they were still very busy talking about the company business.

I've been holding the door knob of the room preparing to get out. I hope a little Mas Fikri looks at me.

But my hope is dashed. Then I saw Fara laughing a little while covering her mouth using her hands. Unexpectedly on her wrist was the same bracelet I saw in Mas Fikri's room earlier. And I'm sure it's one of the couple's bracelets that I'm wearing.

O Allah. Were the two together last night?

I could no longer bear the pain in my heart and tears were rushing behind my veil. I finally left with a wounded heart.

Until when I can survive.

Only God Knows.

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