Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
7. Fikri (Remememembers of the Woman Lying)
Cendana Villa. At 09:00 in the morning
Samarinda, East Kalimantan
After 3 days in the city of Aceh, my return from the portico city of Mecca was continued to the city of Samarinda. There's something important I need to take care of here.
A big plan of conversation about the broadcasting business of Pak Lana and D'Media Corp.
My car arrived at a large residence that was no stranger to me. The big and luxurious house belongs to Mr. Amran. A middle-aged man who became the biological father of the late Devika.
I got out of my car when my private driver opened the door. I immediately entered Mr. Amran's house which was warmly welcomed by his domestic assistant.
"Asalamualaikum Pak Fikri's. Welcome to."
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Where's Mr Amran?"
"There's a room in his office sir. He was waiting for you."
"OKAY. Thank you." Thank you."
I left him and immediately headed for Mr. Amran's workspace on the 2nd floor. I faintly heard the babbling voice of the little princess who was the first grandson of Mr. Amran named Raisya in the family room.
My eyes also looked at my nephew who was here with Raisya. My niece, Raihan. They are both 5 years old and are playing games on their mobile phones.
I ignored him and immediately climbed the stairs one by one to the workspace of Mr. Amran who was again greeted by him with a warm embrace.
"Asalamualaikum Mr. Amran."
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Thank God my son arrived safely. How was your trip from Aceh, son? Just fluently?"
I smiled thinly. A middle-aged man whom I already considered to be like my own father. Mr. Amran sat in his big chair and I sat in front of him.
Door slowly knocking. One of my assistants politely walked in and brought Mr. Lana's proposal file and handed it to me. I thanked him and he left.
"So what about that cooperation?"
I thrust the proposal file towards him. "This.. Just read it. It is written that the stock profit we get is 50%. If you agree, I will contact Mr. Lana to give him the news and decision."
Mr. Amran looks serious. One by one, he read it carefully. The cut on his forehead swooped sharply. Mr. Amran turned to look at me.
"Contact Mr. Lana. Tell him the D'MEDIA corp agrees. It's not just his big income. But the bright side of the broadcasts they wanted was very useful for all of us."
I'm nodding. "Ah of course Sir. I'll call him."
Then we went back to talking light things. Without Mr. Amran knowing, both my eyes stared at a small picture frame attached to the wall of his study.
A picture of Devika smiling sweetly. Suddenly, I felt such a deep desire. My first love now goes to the Creator.
"I miss you Dev. I will miss you forever."
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Samarinda, 10:00 in the morning.
After Mr. Amran's house, I went home to my own house. My arrival was warmly welcomed by Mother.
"Asalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Masya Allah Fikri."
Mommy looks at me full of haru and longs are rising. I just smiled and didn't forget to kiss the back of his hand.
"Mother is very confused with you! You're finally home."
I chuckled amusedly and hugged my mother tightly. I miss this woman of mine too.
"Oh so this handsome guy isn't in the hug either?"
I looked towards Dad. Azka's father who now looks cross-crossed and staring cynically at me. I laughed and hugged her too.
"Bas with this boy. Long time not to go home even forget the same father. If you forget your good looks it can disappear. This example of your father. Old old but still handsome."
"Om Fikri! About Fikri!"
The boy's voice sounded loud. He just arrived from outside. Ah I forgot. Isn't that nephew from Mr Amran's house too?
"Of! Om! Om! Look at my new hair!"
I frowned. Raihan pulled his hair back. Her hair looked a little greasy then she pulled out a hair style cream from her pants pocket.
"Papi said I have to be handsome to beat grandpa's good looks! Lookie! I just bought a hair cream. My hair's cool, right?"
I chuckle amusedly. This is my family base. One derivative is the same. Handsomest. I was holding my nephew.
"Come Fik. It's lunch hour. You should eat. Father and Mother wait for you in the dining room." said Mother as she passed away leaving me.
"Asalamualaikum."
A woman's voice sounded. I turned my head and it turned out to be my sister-in-law named Aiza. Mami of Raihan. Instantly the look on my once happy face slowly faded into a gloom.
We both fell silent and looked at each other. I dropped Raihan in my sling. Then I left without a word to the room. Seeing Aiza really my mood is getting ruined.
Aiza. That lady. The woman who made Devika donate her corneas to my older brother Arvino.
Arvino used to have an accident after he had a problem with Aiza. No matter what happened between them, on the way to Aiza, my brother had an accident. Shortly thereafter Devika died. Then my first love lady donated her cornea to my sister.
It's as easy as Devika to do it just for Arvino.
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Samarinda, 13:00 in the afternoon.
In a familiar atmosphere. All my extended family gathered. Lunch is going on at the moment. Since then the sound of Raihan babbling became a complement to our family's joking laughter.
"Son, are you here for a few days?"
Mother's statement made me look at her. I sliced the chicken into small sizes and then I put it in my mouth.
"Only 2 days Bun. What's up?"
"That's a hell of a fit!"
"What's wrong?"
"Mother's lunch there is a wedding event at the hotel. Meet your mother, Fik."
"Why isn't Dad the same?" many wonder.
"Dad is handsome. Your mother can be jealous if you come and admire her friends." Dad suddenly said.
O Allah. My father's. I shook my head quickly. "But Bun. Fikri wants a break."
"Just for a moment, Fik. Make a promise. All right, Mommy wants to know you there daughter friend of Mother. Pretty loh. He's an obstetrician."
I just stared at the smell of my life that was always introduced by various types of women by Mother.
"Ep. I-"
"There is no rejection! It's orders!" between Mother whose wishes cannot be denied. "You are too. Is adult. Handsome bachelor. Time yes do not bring a prospective companion to life in front of Mother? Do not get carried away with the atmosphere and then keep Fik. Mother knows your sorrow. But come on, try to move on and find new happiness."
"Well Dad agrees." interrupted Dad again. "At least at your wedding Dad's face will still be handsome and charming in the guarantee."
Allahuakbar Father..
"It wasn't easy Dad. Mother."
I swigged water into my suddenly dry throat. If I could be honest right now my heart is suddenly breaking.
"It's not easy how? You're the one who doesn't want the effort, son." said Mother felt anxious with me.
"Did your departure to the city of Aceh not find a woman? Yeah maybe a woman who caught your eye, Fik? There is a time."
Suddenly Arvino's voice was heard. My brother spoke up at last. I grabbed a tissue and cleaned up the leftovers around my lips and stood up while shaving my shoulders.
"Of course. Yes already. Dad, Mommy. Fikri first go to the room to rest."
I leisurely headed to my room. I chose to break down my body that was so tired after experiencing jet lag a few hours ago.
I looked at the ceiling of my room. Hearing the name of the city of Aceh earlier I immediately remembered the woman. A veiled woman I don't know her name. A woman who was a little weird not understanding a smartphone when I helped her try to contact her father.
I chuckled amusedly and shook my head. Masya Allah. He is funny and clumsy.
I right?
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Author ; yes Fik. Ja. So it's Solehah. Move on gih 😧
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