Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
44. Afrah (What's So Worrying )
Casanova Apartment. 16.00 pm.
"Yes Allah. Give the servant patience in the test that God gives. Verily, it is only for Allah that the servant depends upon all things."
"O Allah, make a good wife's servant to be patient with the servant's husband at this time."
"O Allah, open the door of the heart of the husband of the servant so that he may receive the servant with sincerity."
"Aamiin's."
Ashar prayers have just been completed. I took off my face and folded it neatly. My cheeks are still wet with tears. But I forced myself to move to my husband.
I'm heading to the living room. I saw Mas Fikri sleeping on the sofa with a part of his face covered with his arm. Thank God, her clothes had changed after I prepared everything.
Porridge on the table he ate after I made him because he was sick. Mas Fikri was allergic to eating shrimp 3 weeks ago. Not only that, his body also had a fever.
I know there's a problem between us right now. But I put that aside by worrying more about my sick husband.
I could be angry. I could have been disappointed. But why can't I do that in front of Mas Fikri. I slowly lowered my body just to hold her still-warm forehead.
O Allah. I'm so worried about him.
"Bag.."
Mas Fikri's vegetables opened his eyes. Then he seemed to dislike my existence. Unexpectedly he got up and stood up leaving me.
"Mass-out"
"I'm fine Reva. Don't worry about me." she said coldly and reluctantly looked at me. I'm chasing his steps.
"But I'm sick. We have to go to the doctor. Allergies can be severe."
"I'm busy. Tonight I'm going to Samarinda."
"By Afrah-"
"No."
I'm speechless. My heart feels sore. I haven't finished talking yet, he cut it off first. I don't have a problem if I can't come. But will I be able to calm down if Mas Fikri leaves sick?
Mas Fikri entered his room. And again, I'm after him. Not only that, he ignored me by entering his own clothes into the suitcase.
"Here let Afrah be ready."
"Not to."
"The pain needs rest."
"Don't mind anything to me Reva."
"But Afrah"
"I'm dizzy please don't argue with me. Are you DEAF?!"
Astarghfirullah's. I'm appalled. He yelled at me with his voice rising. I tried to refrain from being weak and crying.
I was just quiet. I retreated my steps. I left the room in silence. I chose to sit down on the sofa. I ignored these tears by reaching for a digital prayer beads. I need to think to calm my heart.
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North Jakarta, 17:00 p.m.
There was still an hour before heading for Magrib. Even though Mas Fikri ignored me, I remained patient with him. It's a painful test I have to go through.
If you do not remember God and his heaven. I don't feel like I'm alive at a time like this. It started with my jealousy for Fara. Mas Fikri who since last night considered me Reva and many more after all the situations that happened during this month.
I entered a pharmacy. I took the initiative to buy medicine to treat Mas Fikri's allergy. Mas Fikri did not want to go to the doctor even though I had invited him there. In front of my eyes was a pharmaceutical blue-hijab woman who was friendly towards me.
"Sore Brother. Can I help you?"
"Excuse Me Ma'am. Sorry to ask if there are any allergy medications?"
She smiles. "There Brother. Want some medicine or some outside medicine?"
"Outside medicine, ma'am."
He gave me two allergy medications. Powder and lotion. After reading the indications, I decided to buy the lotion.
"Asalamualaikum."
I looked back. Unexpectedly I saw a man my age. He wears a dark blue robe. His face is also Arabic. I feel familiar with him even though the way he speaks is a bit stiff using Indonesian.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." I said slowly.
"Sorry ukhti interrupted. Thank God I can meet you. It's.."
Unexpectedly he handed something to me. Instantly I remember. Oh my God, isn't he an ustadz I've seen and met in Mas Fikri's company elevator?
Without hesitation I accepted that thing. A couple bracelet belonging to Mas Fikri that I unknowingly dropped when I found it in his room. How can it fall? I have packed it well. O Allah Afrah, you are absolutely stoned.
"Ukhti?"
I jerked. "Em thank you."
"Together." He smiled at me. "I saw you accidentally knock him down on the lobby floor. I wanted to call you but you didn't hear. Every day I take her to shoot and I look forward to seeing you. Thank God this afternoon met even in this place."
I just nodded. "Thank you again. Sorry to be a hassle. Asalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
I quickly left. I put this bracelet in my bag and go home. Then I was surprised. I did not expect Mas Fikri to stand in the car park and look at me sharply.
I feel anxious. Since when was Mas Fikri there? I didn't even expect that Mas Fikri would suddenly come to pick me up. He finally came to me.
Why are you talking to him?!"
"A-afrah. Earlier.. Afrah.."
"I don't like to see you talking to him. Get in the car. Now home!"
Mas Fikri opened the car door and told me to come in. He looks very angry. Then he entered our car and put on his safety belt.
"Tonight you must come with me to Samarinda."
"Don't Afrah come before? Afrah"
"This is Reva Sintia's order! Don't refuse.
And I finally fell silent. Why did he change his mind? He said I can't go to Samarinda. Now can. Then is it appropriate for his tone to sound high in front of me?
The car was moving towards our apartment. In my heart I tried to be patient the umpteenth time. I glanced at Mas Fikri who looked flat with the look of his angry face.
I let out a breath. "Why do you call me Reva? I am Afrah Mas. Not Reva."
"Not pretend to forget Rev. I knew long ago you were a stubborn and brave friend."
"But-"
"You're also good at acting."
I think my head is so dizzy. "Believe Afrah did not understand what Mas was talking about."
"But you were in an accident and went into a coma, right?"
"Yes Mas. But really. Afrah doesn't remember anything. By Allah, Afrah is now confused. Afrahs.. " I'm speechless. Unexpectedly Mas Fikri drove his car through the location of our apartment.
"Where are we going, man? Isn't the apartment"
"We will go to your Father and Mother's house" said Mas Fikri with a ketus.
"You'll know everything. I'll tell you everything later."
Then suddenly I felt anxious because Mas Fikri was smiling cynically at me.
"Oh Allah. I am afraid.."
"Oh Allah, protect our household."
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North Jakarta, 20:00 p.m.
I am crying in silence at this moment. Astarghfirullah's. O Allah. I didn't expect. I was so shocked to hear everything that had happened in the past.
After the prayer earlier Father, Mother, Mas Fikri and myself gathered in the guest room. Mas Fikri said that I was Reva. His best friend was a major at Samarinda State University.
10 Years ago an accident happened to me. Then Mas Fikri explained to me that the accident was caused by me driving the car of his future wife.
Mas Fikri loves that woman. They were getting married and then before the wedding, he died in an accident while I was driving his car.
Father said the incident was on October 11, 2010. Which means 10 years have passed. Car crash at 17:00 p.m. At that time, I was working for one of the companies. I forgot what the name of the company was.
The accident happened while I was in the car. I also forgot why I was in the car? My father said I was found sitting behind the wheel and next to me was a woman.
Mas Fikri thinks of me as the murderer of his future wife. Mas Fikri kept on urging me why can I drive his future wife's car causing an accident?
O Allah. I can't think. My head feels so dizzy.
I limp down on the edge of the bed. I waited for Mas Fikri who was still talking to Father and Mother in the guest room.
Then the door opened wide. I'll stand up soon. "Bag.."
"I can't sleep."
"Afrah just bought me some allergy medicine. I have to-"
"I don't have time. One hour's departure to Samarinda."
I'm trying to prevent it. Again he avoided me. I held her wrist, but she brushed me off. My head feels dizzy because of mengikrkan earlier plus the attitude of Mas Fikri like this.
"Mass-out"
"Don't expect anything from me Rev let alone my heart."
"Afrah Mas's wife. Afrah did not expect much. Stay with Afrah and accept Afrah, Afrah is grateful."
"How can I accept you Rev? You forgot we were just friends long ago."
"Mass-out"
"You don't remember it because of the accident. But believe.. "
Unexpectedly Mas Fikri approached me. My heart suddenly felt anxious.
"But believe me that the puzzle pieces in your name are perfectly arranged."
"What do you mean by what you say?" ask me with both eyes starting to heat up.
He looks like he's shrugging his shoulders. His face is very proud. His gaze was so cynical towards me.
"Em, stop. I'm still wondering if that puzzle I saved or I threw it away."
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With his leisure he said so yes 😭😭
Why does the way he talks that likes to cut someone's talk exactly like Arvino.. 😔😫
Brother and adek apparently 11 12 😂🙃
Oh yeah, you guys still can, right? 😕🙁
Thanks for sticking with Afrah here. Healthy always for you.
With Love 💋
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