Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
46. Afrah (Strengthening Situation )
Cendana Villa. At 09:00 in the morning.
After finishing all the homework, I chose Mas Fikri's room right now. I breathed a little relieved because I helped my Mother-in-law cook this morning for breakfast.
The rest, Mother even told me to rest. Though I want to help her again, but Mother forbid me. He said I had to rest a lot and not stress to get pregnant quickly.
I smiled faintly in response to that. But not with my heart. How can pregnancy happen if she never touched me?
Though having sex with a legitimate marital status is a good and get a reward. Doesn't Mas Fikri want to earn that reward?
I took a breath and exhaled slowly. My heart is hurt. But I am trying to be privileged to remain calm and to remember Allah.
If I am not like that, Naudzubillah min dzalik lest I be like women who are dissidents like her husband with rebellious anger when treated like that.
Though I could be angry because after all I am just an ordinary human who has a heart. I am a woman who uses feelings.
Maybe this is just a matter of time not being right against this bad situation. If the situation is right, I am sure Mas Fikri will change slowly and immediately repent to his mistake because he has already wronged me as a wife.
I circulated my views throughout the room Mas Fikri occupied since childhood until now even after graduating from college, said Mother Mas Fikri to Jakarta.
I stepped my foot towards the table. On top of that there are some collections belonging to Mas Fikri. There are books on the business world, Comics, miniature small robots, and other objects.
My hand is outstretched toward the desk drawer. The impulse from which I opened it. I scrunched my forehead, there was a slightly dusty book inside.
I grabbed it and opened it. Oh apparently this is Mas Fikri's book in college. I smiled thinly. Fikri is handsome. Blaster's face. Her eyes are blue. His brain is smart too. But why is the writing like chicken claws?
Page by page I opened it. I really understand all the contents of his writing this time that discusses the Communication Science course.
Suddenly I was surprised. Unexpectedly I found a piece of photo in the middle of the book. My heart is hurt again. A photo of a hijab woman. The photo I saw and it was on Mas Fikri's desk at D'Media Corp a month ago.
This photo looks worn even though clearly the face of this woman is beautiful and is smiling wearing a gray white madrasah uniform.
Then I fell silent as soon as I flipped the back of this photo. Written there. Name's Devika. I feel familiar with this face. Like I've seen him in the past before Mas Fikri said he died. But where?
Brak!
"Om Fikri! About Fikri! Look, your handsome nephew is-"
I was shocked and looked back as soon as the door opened wide. A 5-year-old boy was standing in the doorway. His face is very handsome. Blasteran race. Blue colored iris eyes. Ah I know who he is. He's Mas Fikri's nephew I saw at my wedding reception in Jakarta. Name's Raihan.
I quickly put this picture of Devika into the book and put it back in the desk drawer.
"sorry. Rai thinks there's Om Fikri. Where is she Auntie?"
I smile. Then she politely came up to me and kissed the back of my hand.
"Om Fikri is next door. Mr. Amran's place."
"Oh.." Raihan. "I know Auntie. He's my grandfather's place. Raisya's grandfather."
"Raihan, let's go to Grandpa and Grandma"
Suddenly Mami Raihan came. It was Aiza. My sister-in-law. A woman who is certainly younger than me. She's the wife of a man who was a morning lecturer at my college.
"I'm sorry." Unexpectedly she smiled awkwardly with me and pulled Raihan's wrist. "Come Raihan. We're going downstairs."
Both are gone. And left me in solitude. I stared silently at Aiza's departure. But again I remembered the photo of Devika.
Do I have to ask my sister-in-law for help to ask about my mass? If I may be honest, my head is now a little dizzy when I remember the past.
Too many things that make me confused and curious include the words of Mas Fikri who calls myself Reva.
Am I really Reva?
But I really don't remember it at all.
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In the afternoon, at 13:00 pm
The atmosphere of intimacy between us felt so much. Afternoon. Zuhur prayer has just ended. We are currently having lunch together. On a table that is long and large has a menu of home cooking that is so delicious.
The day my mother and I did cook a lot because there was my sister-in-law who came home. The reason they're here is because my sister-in-law, the Lecturer named Arvino, wants to let go of her sister.
But are they really going to miss each other? Seems not. I glanced at Mas Fikri who was next to me. He seemed busy eating his lunch.
Whether I feel alone or not, he seems reluctant just to have a light conversation with his biological brother. Let alone that, staring at each other just looks as necessary.
What's wrong with this family?
Father and Mother look harmonious. But not with Arvino and Mas Fikri.
Suddenly the sound of a chair shifting was heard. I look to the side. Fikri finished his lunch.
"Loh son, how come you're so quick for lunch?" reprimand Mother.
"I'm busy Bun. I'm sorry I can't talk."
"But Fik-"
"I'll stay first. Asalamualaikum.."
"Wa'alaikumussalam" said all of us.
Mas Fikri had already sauntered away and headed upstairs. The atmosphere that had been familiar was suddenly silent. I feel bad as his wife.
I could only sit back and focus on eating. Even I feel like all my eyes are looking at me right now.
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"You don't feel sad, son. It all takes time."
"But when is Bun? He's like a stupid man who can't forget his old age."
"Patience Vin, patience. Later Mother will try to persuade him to forgive massalu."
"For what did Mother persuade him? In fact, he's married. I believe Afrah is a good and loving wife. Fikri should have forgotten Devika."
"As a result of his labile way of thinking, the impact was on me and Aiza Bun. Until now, he still does not like the existence of Aiza. In addition to Reva, he also considers Aiza to be the reason for Devika's departure."
"I'm so sad to lose the old Fikri. He is quiet. I know it's her character. But now everything is different. Her silence is now on me for harboring anger on me and Aiza. Even he was so reluctant to look at me."
"Prophe Vino. Patience, Istighfar Nak. Istighfars."
"My eyes are on Devika's cornea. Of course he'll keep hating me at all times."
I'm shocked. I was quite surprised when unexpectedly I heard all those words in the living room. Actually, I was intending to come to Mother.
But my steps stopped as soon as I heard everything. Oh God, I can't let this happen in this family.
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Next day. At 10:00 in the morning.
Alhamdulillah Mas Fikri is healed. The fever is gone. Over time, the allergy in the skin of his hands gradually disappeared.
Right now I see him busy in the living room working on something on his laptop. In my hand was a warm cup of tea for him. All right, I also intend to ask her permission to go to the minimarket to buy something. I'm getting tidy by wearing my veil.
"Mas."
He looked at me and looked at me flat. I'm trying to be patient.
"Em, here's the tea."
"Hm."
I put this cup of tea on the living room table. I remembered the incident yesterday after hearing the chat Mother and Brother Arvino.
"Mass?"
"Hm."
"Afrah"
"Don't bother me Rev. You don't see I'm busy?"
Instantly I fell silent. His tone was so sharp. I'm aware of that.
"But Mas-"
"Go from here Rev! I'm busy-"
"Why did Mas not like the existence of Kak Arvino and Kak Aiza?" finally said.
"O Allah, forgive me if this servant is wrong. But the servant cannot remain silent. May Allah forgive him. Aamiin's."
He stopped his activity. The next moment he looked at me sharply. Unexpectedly he stood up and crossed paths.
"What are you trying to find out Rev? Didn't you know at the time what caused it?"
"Afrah doesn't know Mas. Afrah"
"How about this? You knew her?"
Unexpectedly Mas Fikri showed his phone at me. The screen shows a picture of a woman. Photo Devika.
I nodded slowly. "He.. He's Devika, isn't he Mas?"
"Bk, Reva... Reva.."
Mas Fikri shook his head and smiled cynically at me.
"You said before that you don't remember. But you recognize this photo. Who is this woman and her name. Still lying too?"
I'm trying to be patient. "Mas by Allah Afrah does not remember. Why did Mas insist on not believing in Afrah anyway?"
"But why do you know she's Devika? Then you know everything that happened between us, right? Why do you still not admit that you have Reva?! A Reva who was the cause of Devika's accident!"
"When a few days ago I was just telling the chronology in front of you and your parents. I never mentioned his name. How do you know that? Ck."
I clenched both my hands tightly. Of course I know the photo on her phone is Devika when yesterday I just found out. That's also because it found in the lecture book Mas Fikri. I right?
I wanted to explain it, but he kept cutting me off. Even my stock of patience feels like it's about to thin out. O Allah. strengthen this servant.
"Mass-out"
"Is it that hard you just admit Rev?"
"Is all this true?"
A woman's voice made me look at the source of the voice. I was surprised, too, Mas Fikri. From the door was Mr. Amran and his wife. Not only that. There's Father, Mother, Aiza and Brother Arvino.
I'm panicking. My heart wryly. Moreover, the middle-aged woman approached me and stood before me.
"Are you really Reva?"
I'm speechless. I was confused as to what to say while I didn't remember anything. Unexpectedly he held both of my arms and brought my position to turn his back towards the door.
"I asked again. Is that you called Reva? Who made my daughter crash in the past?"
"Sa. I.."
"Say. Tell honestly!" His insistence is impatient. Even gripped my arm firmly.
I looked at these two middle-aged mother's eyes which were emitting gazes of sadness and were struck. I feel scared. I'm appalled. Unexpectedly she took off my veil and looked at me seriously.
"Ficery. Is he really Reva? Why does her face look different?"
"He had plastic surgery after the accident. Of course his face was different."
I panicked too. I try to speak well. "I'm sorry Mom. I can explain that I'm-"
THE PLAQUE!
"SO YOU ARE THE ONE!"
"Mom Henny stop it!" panic Brother Arvino.
Mr. Amran came to us.
"May stop!"
I'm shocked. Unexpectedly he slapped me. Not only that, he pushed me backwards until my hips hit the edge of the table on the edge of the wall. He even tried to hit me with a flower vase.
"Based KILLER! MURDERER!"
"YOU'RE REALLY OUTRAGEOUS!"
"WHY NOT ADMIT IT LONG AGO HUH!"
Suddenly Mas Fikri was protecting me. I freaked. I hugged his body. Even Mas Fikri also dispelled the blows from the fist of Mr. Amran's wife with his wide back. The atmosphere became tense. I wept.
"Fikri brought Afrah to the room."
Mas Fikri only said so Dad told him to. I'm shocked. My body trembled in fear. With a limp Mas Fikri grabbed my shoulder.
"Basic killer! Did he deliberately cover his tracks for 10 years so that the police could not find all the evidence again?!"
"Mahs. Calm Mah calm. Istighfar. Let's go home. Papah's worried about Mamah's blood pressure. Come on. let's go home."
"BASIC KILLER! MURDERER!"
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Tense huh? Yes know. Patience yes.
The author is already part 46.
The author's habit if making an adult Romance genre novel in ****** is insya Allah 60-65 chapter.
Teen fiction 50-55. Raihan and Raisya.
But try to understand it. Genre is Romance. But the problem of the main character from BLURB is not it difficult to move on, huh?
So the conflict and the plot is gini.
If people are difficult to move on a little complicated. There must be a supporting figure like Afrah who has a purpose to disappear move on it.
Maybe the point of view of move on for personal authors should be gini groove. Not like other writers.
I'm sorry if I've made you guys suck from before.
Hope not kapok & ️
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