Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
48. Afrah (Anger Father And Mother)
Casanova Apartment. At 20:00 pm. 5 days later.
After everything that happened, finally Mas Fikri and I returned to the city of Jakarta. There was nothing special after that, after our first night of being so romantic and beautiful.
Like I said back then, everything will change after the end of our first night.
Fikri kept his promise. He doesn't think of me as Reva anymore. But believe me, right now I'm like a broken plate on the floor.
Crushed to pieces.
Devastated.
I took my breath for a moment. We live in the same apartment, but that's why we're strangers. Fikri spoke to me just as necessary. Likewise with me who can only carry out my duties as a wife as I should without talking as much as before.
I am indeed alive. For God I am alive. But why do I feel that I am no longer alive. I was hurt so deeply that she was getting married again.
I don't know if I'm wrong or right in the current situation. Some people might say..
Just leave him.
Why do you hold on to her while she hurts you?
There are better men out there.
You deserve to be happy. Women as good as you deserve happiness.
Yeah I know. I'm aware of that.
Someone could have suggested to me like that, indicating that someone cared so much about me.
But I'm trying to get through this because God is testing me. God tests me whether I can or not. Allah tests me so that I will always remember and draw near to Allah Almighty.
I try to be good to God. I believe God has a plan behind this test that I certainly don't know about. What will it be.
I stared at the suitcase on the bed. Tomorrow morning Mas Fikri will leave for Japan to take care of his work and the problems that befell at D'Media Corp a week ago.
She had not yet left, but the longing, fear, anxiety, and jealousy of the woman made me feel tormented.
Tears are running down my cheeks. I quickly removed it and immediately prepared all the needs of Mas Fikri.
The door of the room was wide open, Mas Fikri was standing on the doorstep. I'm trying to stay calm. Don't let him see me cry. Don't make. I have to be strong. I must not be weak even though it is in my heart as if it has been torn and torn.
"Have you prepared everything?"
I'm nodding. "A little more."
I opened the wardrobe and picked out some clothes to put in the suitcase.
"I want to talk to you"
"Mas, this is a casual t-shirt. The fabric is adem, does not make sultry. It will be used." I said quickly.
I try to make my voice sound mediocre. Right now I'm turning my back on Mas Fikri. I deliberately looked busy as if everything was fine. I am actually weakened.
I don't want to talk about anything, let alone lead to a conversation about that woman. Too poignant. I broke like glass on the floor and could never go back.
I used to be white and smooth skin on my hands, and then someone scratched a knife there and was hurt, bleeding, and in pain.
So do not let the wound get wider.
"Em Afrah, I-I"
I immediately put Mas Fikri's clothes in the suitcase. Then I went to the bathroom and took his toiletries like a toothbrush, toothpaste, a bottle of shampoo, and a bottle of liquid bath soap and his mustache shaving kit.
"Afrah"
"This is the toiletries. Afrah put in a black cosmetic bag belonging to Afrah yes. It's a little big, so it'll fit all of Mas's toiletries."
"Afrah"
"In this suitcase there's also a towel."
"Afrah"
"Oh yes Mas, um, in this Afrah suitcase there is input some sweaters, socks and hand shirts. Who knows it's winter again."
Suddenly Mas Fikri approached me. I'm trying to stay away. Why is my heart so claustrophobic when I do this endeavor.
"Afrah, listen to me-"
"This is also a cure for fever, eucalyptus oil, allergy medicine Mas and vitamins for health Mas. Afrah"
"Are you trying to avoid me?"
I was shocked when she unexpectedly pulled my wrist until we faced each other coinciding with tears on my cheeks flowing.
I'm losing. I ended up losing because I couldn't hold back these tears. As I looked at her, the shadow of the woman present between us drew closer.
Mas Fikri stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on my cheek, but I dodged.
"Sorry Mas. A-afrah wants to go to the bathroom first, Afrah wants to wash her face and use night cream."
I don't wait for any response from him. I entered the bathroom and locked the door. I turned the tap of water in this bathroom with a rush.
Weakly I decayed on the floor. The sound of running water at this time dimmed the sound of my tears crying. Just counting the time and the day, that woman will be among us.
Just thinking about Mas Fikri being with another woman, I felt devastated.
Just the thought of Mas Fikri would hold hands, smile, laugh, stare at each other lovingly with another woman, making my heart slit.
Just the thought of Mas Fikri going to kiss the second wife's forehead let alone sleep in the same bed with him made me weak.
Why does the air in my lungs feel so little? Feels claustrophobic. I vented by hitting my chest which was so painful. My heart is sad and hurt.
Love divided. My love will be divided..
Oh God, I can't.
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North Jakarta, 11:00 pm
One week after my marriage to her..
"Mas, busy?"
"Yes. What's up?"
"Is it still a long time?"
"Em, about 30 minutes."
I sat down next to Mas Fikri. He was busy typing something on his laptop. We are currently in the guest room.
I put my chin on his arm. "Mas."
"Honey what?"
"Buyin Afrah doll.'
"Dollies? O Allah Afrah, for what? You're a big one."
"Yes make Afrah hug Mas. I'm busy in the morning until the afternoon at work. Sometimes it's overtime."
"Then?"
"Afrah is easy to miss. That's why buying dolls. Its large size. Just a big one, one that can be hugged. Keep on spraying the perfume that belongs to Mas deh."
"What the hell are you doing that for?"
"So that if kangen can bend his doll Mas. Especially if there is perfume. It was as if Afrah was again hugging the puppet version of Mas Fikri. Funny right?"
"Ah well, as long as the doll is not there yet, how about you hug me first?"
"Aaaa Mas Fikri, here Afrah hugs. Ah bentar, Afrah kiss first cheek Mas let more love, Masya Allah... "
"Hahaha you are Afrah. Here, Lord, here I kiss you on the forehead."
An online taxi took me to my father and mother's house. Next to me is a big teddy bear that Mas Fikri gave me a month ago. I purposely took her so that I could hug her as if while sleeping I was hugging Mas Fikri.
It took me 30 minutes to get to Dad and Mommy's house. I also immediately paid the taxi fare before I got out of this taxi.
I got out of the taxi online. Then I fell silent to see Father and Mother sitting on the porch. They talked and laughed together. My eyes are starting to heat up.
"O Allah, will the servant and Mas Fikri be able to age together like Father and Mother until the time comes?"
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The next night came, at 20:00.
I nervously came to Fara's house right now. There are too many questions I would like to ask her after the recent events.
"Asalamualaikum, Mother, Fara..?"
I knocked on the door of this house repeatedly. No one has heard my call since. Not only that, Fara or Mama's mobile number is not active.
I can't delay it anymore. There were too many questions I wanted to ask him even though it was delayed because Mas Fikri was preventing me.
"Asalamualaikum, Ma'am, Fara?"
I kept knocking on the door. Restlessly sitting on the porch of the house, I tried to re-contact the two. And again, unfortunately not really.
"Mother Afrah?"
I looked towards the fence. One of the middle-aged mothers stood there. I stood up and went to him. I came out of the gate and looked at my neighbor in this house.
"Bak look for Mommy Fara and her daughter huh?"
"Yes Mom. Did you see them?"
"Oalah Ma'am. I met them this morning. Right here, before the online cab arrives."
"Before the online taxi arrived?" I frowned. Why did my face suddenly feel pale. "Em, where are they, ma'am?"
"Mother Fara said, Thank God tomorrow the day after tomorrow her daughter is getting married. He said outside the city. Marriage in correspondence first, the recipe is new in this town."
DEG.
O Allah. My heart.
Astarghfirullah's..
Astarghfirullah's..
Astarghfirullah's..
Oh God, this heart. I think I'm gonna faint.
Though I know Mas Fikri wants to marry Fara, but once I find this fact from his Fara side even though through my neighbor's words today why does it feel more painful?
"Mr? Maam? How silent? You're okay, right?"
I'm nodding. "Em, yes Ma'am. Yashudah, thanks for the info. Asalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
With gontai, I walked away from my neighbor. I felt helpless to set foot on the earth.
If indeed the marriage can be prevented, I was planning to talk from heart to heart first to Fara tonight. But in fact, he's gone.
The wedding's tomorrow the day after tomorrow. O Allah..
"Afrah? Oh my God, son, are you okay? Why do you look weak?"
Mother's worried voice sounded. He's coming for me. Not only that, my father came to me. The two came to me who are currently still in the house.
"Afrah, what's wrong with you?" ask Dad suddenly.
Weakly I decayed on the floor. I wept. My crying voice was so loud. No matter the situation around me anymore.
My father helped me stand up and enter the living room.
"Mother ask you. Why is it that since your arrival this morning to this house your face has been filled with sadness?"
I'm staying quiet. I dare not speak. If you know, you will be angry.
"Afrah, speak truthfully to us." persuaded Dad also after he closed the door of this house.
"Yes, son, what's wrong? Are you having any personal problems? Or, with Fikri?" ask Mommy slowly.
"God and biological parents are the best places to confide in. Don't hold Nak, not good with your psychic condition later." persuade Dad again. He sits next to me.
Mother hugged me. I'm crying instead. Mother rubbed my back.
"Don't get to the stress of Afrah. Not good."
"Yes.."
"Yes?"
"Afrah is broken. Afrah's been hurt." I'm slow.
"What do you mean Afrah? You why? Everything's fine, right?"
"No. Not all good." I said slowly.
Mother let go of my embrace, then she held both of my shoulders after releasing my veil ties.
"Is your husband dzolim to you? Say the same Mother. You must be honest, or you will sin if you lie."
When I remember the word sin, there is nothing else I can do but nod. I finally told her everything with tears in my eyes.
BUGS!
The next moment I was surprised. I found Dad very angry. His face was red. As a result of his emotions, Dad unconsciously stood up and ruffled his waist. His face flushed red. Dad vented his anger while hitting the wall until his hand was hurt.
"DON'T LET FIKRI AZKA STEP ON THIS HOUSE AGAIN!"
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Well, the same father Mother Afrah already know and angry 😖
Stay on this story yes. God willing not until chapter 60 is over.
Last night to update, but sorry to fall asleep:(
Oh yes good news for you, Alhamdulillah, nephew of the Fikri whose name is Raihan Insha Allah rises next year. 🖤

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