Bismillah I Chose You

13 | Shandra Human Rigid

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم

"Don't be too easy to conclude what is displayed in cyberspace, because it is still questionable truth."

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Since the phone conversation with her mother-in-law, Shandra has kept her distance from her husband. He felt uncomfortable and awkward whenever the two corners of his eyes met each other's eyes. Really, the question posed by her in-laws is very striking Shandra's feelings.

The smart phone on the desk reads. His hands were so quick to see who was contacting him. The name of the friend is so clear on the smart screen.

"Assalamualaikum, Shan," he said across the street.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, what's wrong, Sis?" sahut Shandra as he got up from his seat, to go to the large window installed neatly in his workroom.

"You're all right, aren't you?" ask Siska on the other end of the phone. The worried tone was very obvious once the girl felt.

Shandra frowned not understanding. "I'm doing fine. What's wrong?"

Siska let out a long breath. "Try to open ig Farhan deh, Shan," he said.

Shandra increasingly does not understand the direction of her best friend's conversation. "For what? I don't have Instagram" Shandra said. He is indeed very antipathy with social media that is so loved by many humans.

Breathing was heard at the end there. "Wait a minute, don't turn off the phone" she asked.

"Yes," replied Shandra resigned. Soon a message entered his smart phone.

"Why did you send me a picture like this, Siska?" shandra asked when she had seen a photo of her husband with a woman who was none other than Sarah.

"Why are you the one behind it anyway? I sent the photo just want to confirm with you. The two of you're in a good relationship, aren't you?"

"I don't know, Siska. Maybe it's just an old photo, besides our relationship is fine," said Shandra a little cover up the real situation. The relationship between her and her husband was a little strained after a brief conversation with her in-laws. But even so the two are still engaged in communication, yes even though it is just a pleasant talk as usual.

"That's a new photo, Shandra. Obviously just in the post yesterday," he said.

"It's okay, it's just a photo" said Shandra so calm.

Siska across the street was already blurting out in obscurity because of the heat of seeing photos that Farhan shouldn't have posted. But Shandra who incidentally is a woman who has the status of Farhan's wife actually looks relaxed and ordinary.

"Shandra I'm afraid of Farhan's old disease crunching again" he said. He still remembers how Farhan did not accept Sarah's actions. And he's afraid Farhan's going crazy again like he used to.

"Shandra be a woman don't be stiff very times. What if your husband is healed by a woman?"

"It's okay maybe it's the best" said Shandra very unexpected Siska.

"Don't be crazy! That's your husband to be treated by another girl. But you're acting ordinary. I don't understand your domestic life." Siska to the head bobble across there.

"I believe with, Mas Farhan he can't do anything that's not out there" said Shandra comforted her friend who had begun to be overcome by emotions.

"believe it? Please deh, Shan do not be pretentious no matter rich gini. I don't want you to be hurt by Farhan's stupid actions. This is already concerning your marriage, whether you will just watch Farhan with another woman. And the worst thing is that she's her ex!"

"He's just past Mas Farhan, Siska. I don't mind that, I have a past with him. So there's no harm, isn't it if they make a friendship to connect the cord?"

Repeatedly Siska threw away her breath, because she did not understand the thought of the friend who was so husnuzon and trusted her husband. "As much as you are what matters I'm interested in."

"Yes, I hung up the phone first. I still have a lot of work to do" Shandra said.

"Yes, wassalamualaikum, "greetings.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Shandra as she walked back to her desk.

Shandra was silent for a long time, the conversation with her best friend was running around in her brain. The fear flew back when she and her husband attended a joint event a few days ago, and in the event Sarah unhappily approached her husband blatantly. The anxiety gradually began to infiltrate the recesses of his heart.

"Russia, Shandra. Remove those negative thoughts from your mind" he murmured, who was beginning to feel uneasy and uneasy.

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Around four in the afternoon Shandra arrived at the apartment. He immediately cleaned himself and continued by cooking recipes that had been taught by the cook in the cafe. Yes, lately she is so keen to learn to cook so as not to bother her husband's stomach with dishes that are not worth consuming.

Only home-cooked specialties this time Shandra served. Vegetable soup and also fried chicken, very simple and hopefully it does not make the husband disappointed. Shandra deftly arranged her work on the dining table. After everything was ready, he immediately headed to his room for a while to change clothes. Just welcome her husband's arrival.

She was very enthusiastic to welcome her husband home, even though he was still in flat face mode. Playing her phone and relaxing in the living room became Shandra's choice to kill the boredom waiting for her husband. The clink of the clock ticking so irregular that even the prayer time of Magrib and Isya was already passed, but Farhan had not yet shown his nose. Shandra's feelings are made flat-footed, the conversation with her best friend makes her more overwhelmed with anxiety. What's wrong with him. Why is she worried about her husband?

Unlike usual the husband came home late like this, without any news and prior notice. She repeatedly fiddled with her cell phone, hoping for a message or call from her husband. However, that hope was dashed just like that because there was not a single notification coming from the husband. Wanting to contact first she hesitated, but if not doing so she was afraid something bad happened to her husband. Glance at a glance towards the dining table that has served the cuisine of his hands. He smiled wryly as no one touched his cooking. There was a hint of disappointment that quietly infiltrated the girl's heart.

▪To be continue▪