Bismillah I Chose You

Part 24 | A Call

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم

"It's not that you don't want to fix the relationship, it's just that your heart isn't ready to face reality."

- Shandra

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Without a second thought, Farhan decided to immediately search for his wife. Her steps came to a halt right in front of the girls' bathroom door. He was confused but at the same time anxious, but it was also impossible if he had to barge into the personal space of the opposite sex. Can be mercilessly exterminated if caught.

"Ngapain Mas is standing here? The male toilet is on the left, Mas" said a cleaning service man standing with a bucket and a floor mop.

Farhan scratched the back of his head that was not itchy, then gave a sinless grin. "My wife is inside, ma'am but it's impossible to get in there, too" he told me as much as possible to soak up the embarrassment and tension.

The restaurant employee tried to hold back his laughter so as not to break in front at Farhan. But Farhan had already caught the signal that the young lady in front of him would soon be spouting laughter full of ridicule. "If you want to laugh, laugh. Don't use the show to hold everything."

The officer in charge of cleaning the bathroom grimaced, feeling unwell at the end of the restaurant where he worked. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean so--"

Farhan quickly cut off his words. "Get inside and find my wife" Farhan said, showing a picture frame he had taken yesterday without permission from his wife's device.

The woman nodded and immediately entered the room with a fairly large size. Opening room by bathroom but not finding the woman in the photo shown by Farhan.

"No?" todong Farhan was impatient. The headband given by the restaurant employee involuntarily made a heavy sigh out of the middle of Farhan's lips.

Farhan immediately let out a grunt after saying his thanks. Both of Farhan's legs were getting faster when he saw the existence of his wife who was already sitting sweetly in the original place.

"Where are you going, Shan? I'm also daritadi," said Farhan when he had just landed his butt in the empty seat opposite his wife.

"To the bathroom," Shandra replied as she was. Both Farhan's eyes were in disbelief. "Don't boongin me, Shan. People obviously just went to the toilet to find loe, but loe's not there."

Shandra exhaled softly before replying, "After I get out of the bathroom, I have a short conversation with the mother and the child," Shandra pointed her right thumb towards the place where there was a young mother and also a small child who was about three years old, "I don't want to disturb you who are busy talking to Mas Satya. So I decided to cover a moment there," he explained.

Farhan snorted when he heard Shandra calling Satya by the frills of the word 'Mas' in front of him. He only needs enough time for his wife to call him that, but look at Satya who is a nobody just easily get the call.

Farhan let out a short sigh before saying, "Udahlah lupain aja. It doesn't matter either." Shandra nodded innocently and even increased the level of Farhan's arrogance increased many times over.

"Yes let's go home, the day is also starting late in the afternoon" he said, according to Farhan.

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Arriving at the home of both Farhan and Shandra, the two took turns cleaning the already very sticky body. Shandra enthusiastically unpacked the books she had bought in the store. He sat cross-legged with his back resting on the head of the bed, and also a pillow that he deliberately made a base for his reading.

"Salat Magrib first, Shan," Farhan who has appeared neatly dressed with cocoa, peci and sarong. God called him to hurry to the mosque.

Without saying much Shandra immediately followed her husband's orders. "Gue to the mosque first, assalamualaikum." Shandra nodded before closing the bathroom door and replied to her husband's greeting.

Shandra held a prayer and also wore her prayer equipment. The sound of takbir echoed beautifully from between his thin lips until the chant of greeting was heard, indicating that the prayer was over. His head and hands looked up, praying solemnly. Not wanting to waste time, he took the Mushaf which was on the top row of bookshelves beside where he was. Read it carefully and carefully, waiting for Isha's time to come he spent on the Qur'an.

The sound of knocking on the door with the appearance of her husband welcomed Shandra's sense of sight. He got up and greeted the husband who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed. "Do you want me to make tea or coffee, Mom?" bargained for.

Farhan stroked softly and asked Shandra to sit next to him. Shandra complied without having time to open the mucena she used, because Farhan asked her to keep wearing it.

"Shan I want our household to run the way a couple should be out there. I think it's time for us to open our hearts and fix things" Farhan said with a blind glare at his wife.

Shandra was silent and lowered her head in a strange thump that she suddenly felt. "I'll try" Shandra said doubtfully. His heart and mind are not ready to open a new page. She was afraid that her household would not run normally due to too many differences.

"Gue won't make you love me, but I ask you to open your heart" said Farhan softly.

"Thank you" Shandra said outside Farhan's estimation. The man was only able to smile mirically, lamenting his fate that had already fallen on the charm of the stiff wife.

"Yes already mending now you rest first. I have to get the office files that I have to bring to the meeting tomorrow" he said, taking a brief nod from Shandra. Farhan planned to return to the office tomorrow morning, and it was after he took the wife of his father's walk to directly appoint him to represent a business meeting.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I cannot fully accept your presence. My heart still hesitates" he murmured as he looked at the door of the room that had closed again. 

▪To Be Continue▪