Destiny Love Rianti

34. What happened to Hafizh?

Dusk began to say hello. Seen from the sunlight that has begun to dim leaving an orange color that seems to describe the calmness of those who see it.

This is my first time enjoying the beauty of twilight in a European country. With him who carves happiness on me every day. Who else if not Mas Hafizh, the handsome guy who asked me a few months ago.

I stared at every corner of his face. In line with the beginning of the sunset on the western horizon. He smiled, with a sincere smile that nourished my soul.

"Why are you looking at me, baby?" He turned his face to look at me.

I smiled proudly. Because this man is entirely mine.

"I love you Mas" I said softly with eyes that kept staring at the owner of the shady face that was in front of me.

We are currently in the back garden of the house. Sitting face to face accompanied by a cup of milk coffee and also croissant butter or commonly called crescent bread, made by aunt Caroline.

"I love you too, baby." He said as he grabbed my finger to kiss her lovingly. I let my clumsy hand taste back the soft touch of her brow.

A ringing phone turned our feelings away. Mas Hafizh immediately moved quickly to grab it before I could reach out. Stupid me, why not realize before it all happens. Though he had just let the flat object lay just beside the milk coffee that he was sucking slowly.

Why could I forget what he did at the airport. Instead of opening my voice, I was tricked and carried away by the flow of his love game.

Isss! Stupid me!

My mind grumbled in annoyance. Coupled with the gelagat mas Hafizh which I think is unusual. Pick up the phone and get away from me. Who is actually contacting him? Why hide if you want to talk? Is he really playing with fire behind my back?

I noticed the whole condition in this area of the park. Just to make sure that there was no one but us.

Be safe!

Everyone is enjoying being together in the living room of this house. While the children I think fascinated with the playground next to the house that has a garden swing made of wood.

I approached a little Hafizh mas who looked serious talking to someone across the phone. Stealing eyes to see my whereabouts. Sure enough, before this body got in front of him, he had already hurriedly turned off his phone and rushed to see me first.

"Honey, where are you going?" He responded with his attitude like a gerogi to my presence.

"Who were you on the same phone?" I squinted a little bit of my eyes so he could understand that I was suspecting him.

"Ehh, it's Ricko. The guy I trust to run my business in London, baby." There was an unusual gurgle from his behavior. He would not look me in the eye when he spoke.

"really?"

"Aren't you lying to me?" I don't believe his words immediately. Because I'm pretty sure he's hiding something.

"I'm not lying, love," he framed my face with both hands. Smiling as if he were not committing a sin.

"Then, why should you stay away from me when you get a call from him? Is he Miranda? You still in touch with him?" I finally got that bad thought out. Because it can not stand the unusual things that mas Hafizh did today.

Didn't we promise not to cover each other up. Even if it's the worst thing that's gonna hurt us. But today Hafizh denies it. He was hiding something from me.

"No dear. I've never been in contact with him again. I've promised you before," he looked to me.

The look implies that the word is the truth.

"Then what is it? Why did you hide your phone from me?" A drop of clear grain just escaped from my netraku. I don't know why this is so painful for me.

"Are you having an affair? like what did Galih do?" I said sarcastically with a stern look.

"For God's sake, baby, I'm not having an affair. Believe me!"

"Then what is it? you didn't give me a definitive answer."

"Hmm, I can't tell you now baby. Because.." his words stopped.

"What reason?" my screams are full of emotion.

Mas Hafizh just kept telling me that I had misunderstood him. But he didn't tell the truth. Not making my mind change at all. I still have suspicions about him.

"What's wrong with you, Mom? What are you hiding?" Inner talking.

Seeing no hope for an answer from Mas Hafizh. I chose to leave him. Heading to the room to just calm myself from my inner struggle.

The wounds of the past are enough to leave deep scars. It will feel painful if touched again. Or at the very least, he was guarded tightly so that the pain would no longer be felt.

In the past, Galih also started by hiding all the activities of his phone from me. And today mas Hafizh is also like mas Galih. Is this dark history repeating itself?

Nope, no. I'm not ready to be disappointed anymore. Just now I tasted happiness after winning the war against the greatest disappointment.

Geck... Geck... Tok

"Dear, I'm sorry! You have misunderstood me." Mas Hafizh banged on our room door slowly.

I didn't answer. And covered my ears with a pillow beside me. Letting the increasingly hardened Hafizh mas knock his hand on the wooden door that stood firmly covered my room.

A million words he said from the outside, to persuade me to meet him. My heart is tired of waiting for honesty. His words were only long-winded, there was no visible point of truth there.

I kept drowning myself in this pretty soothing mattress. Trying to jump in and dive into the dream world. Because only there, the pain will not feel. But the image of the huffed face of Hafizh is imprinted in memory. What the hell is he hiding?

***

Ting... Ting... Ting

Vibrate phone wake up. It turned out that without me realizing it, the dream world had managed to take over my consciousness. I reached out to the flat object located on top of the nightstand. See the analog clock installed in it.

Time has shown that five more minutes into the Maghrib prayer time. Previously my phone time automatically followed the clock in London, since we first arrived at London Heathrow airport.

I slowly got up from the bed. With slightly puffy eyes from falling asleep with a trace of crying left behind.

"Honey, Maghrib prayer first," said Hafizh from outside the door, along with a slow knock on the door.

Without answering, I approached the door and gripped the handle until it opened.

Mas Hafizh had a happy smile when he saw me open the door for him.

There's no word I said. Too tired of this mouth arguing with him, if the tip is not the honest answer I found.

Let it!

I'll talk, only when he promises to tell me honestly everything. Maybe it's fairer for us.

I soon passed from before him. Get out of the room and go to the place of taking water. Mas Hafizh just stared at my departure with an inexplicable look. I can't understand, there's laughter and anger there.

He then followed behind me. A little poking my waist to flirt. But I'll let her know how to be ignored by me.

***

Mas Hafizh still solemnly led prayers at the leading shaf. Behind him, I, Fatih and Ani, mbok Darmi, and mbak Nisa agreed to every prayer he offered expectantly.

Alhamdulillah!

The remembrance was said from the mouth of Hafizh, the remembrance that covered all the Maghrib prayers that we prayed together in the room was quite spacious and clean. That's been provided by Freddy's uncle and Caroline's aunt since our arrival. For they understand our duty as Muslims to try to obey their Lord.

Still with a thousand languages silent. I stepped myself into the room. This time there was no persuasion from the Hafizh mas, even he seemed to ignore me. And busy coming back with tinkering with his phone.

Although a little upset, I let it go. And choose to invite the children to play with me in the room. Surprisingly, the children were playing with my emotions.

Moreover, Fatih, that child was not a dissident child. But when he wanted to invite her, he did not even care about my invitation. And away went with the look of a face that I could not afford.

What's up with them? Are they conspiring with the Abi, to make my emotions run high?

Arggh. Reluctant to have fun in this beautiful country as if faded instantly with the attitude that mas Hafizh and the children showed me. They disappointed me!

Withholding my anger I left them. Prefer to confine yourself to the room. Take a small mushaf and read it, to refresh the heart that was just beginning to be possessed by the heat of the devil who wants to rule my heart with hatred.

For an hour I made out with His love. During that time either Hafizh or the children, none of them came to see me.

Until the message notification distracts me. Soon I open it.

(Honey, come down. We're all waiting for you at the dinner table) a meaningless message from Mas Hafizh. Well, without meaning, because the message was just an ordinary family dinner invitation.

With a feeling of calm. I decided to join them. Down one by one the stairs are not too steep. And quickly set foot into the dining room.

"Surprise," shouted everyone who was currently lined up neatly with happy smiles that sprouted from each of them.

"Happy Birthday sister-in-law" exclaimed Brenda happily. Next to him my man was holding a candleless chocolate tart with a congratulatory note on my behalf.

My reflex closed my mouth in shock at all the surprises they gave me. Oh my goodness, how could I forget that today is the date of my birth.

Mas Hafizh and all of them stepped over without singing approaching me who stood like a display statue. There's really nothing I can do anymore.

"Barakallah fii umrik my wife. May the rest of your life be blessed, and always be a good wife and mother to me and the children" she said, kissing me.

My mouth feels weak. There are no words I can say, only tears that can describe my happy feelings at this time.

"I'm sorry, that made you a little emotional darling."

"You should know, that was the one who called me about Alena. Her best friend Brenda lives in London."

"He was asked by me to find you this special gift. Because I don't really know what kind of gift I deserve to give you" said Mas Hafizh again, to give an explanation. With a box of gifts big enough that he offered me.

"If you don't believe. Please check my cell phone." He handed his phone to me.

I did not accept it because I could read the honesty of the look on Hafizh's face. "I believe you, Mom. And thank you for your surprise tonight," I said excitedly.

He smiled and told me to open a gift from him.

Opened it too. But how surprised I was when I saw the contents of the gift box. A luxury Hermes Birkin-branded bag designed by Japanese designer Ginza Tanaka is packed inside.

The body of this bag is made with 100% platinum and decorated with 2000 diamonds and 8 carat pear-shaped sparkling diamonds. Not only there, this bag turns out to be multifunctional. Diamonds that decorate it can be removed and can be used as bracelets or necklaces. It's fantastic, isn't it?

"Mas, this is very expensive. Why did you give me this gift?" Whether you have to be happy or not to receive this gift. Because the price I know is quite capable to buy one or even two more luxury homes.

"My life won't go bankrupt just because I bought this for you baby. Even I'm sure it will increase, because I make you happy!"

"But Mas..."

"Not much protest. And try!" Mas Hafizh cut my words and pulled in front of the mirror to try the gift he gave.

I just resigned and followed his will. Although in my heart a little regretful because that much money only runs out to buy a small object that has now slipped on my arm.

"Wow, this is so pretty if it's worn by you, baby. Even the model is far less compared to you" said Hafizh jokingly.

"What the hell is Mas. You're better," I said hitting his arm.

He chuckled and hugged me back lovingly as if he didn't care about the gazes of the people working together for his surprise tonight.

"Hey, if you hold Rianti. When will we be able to congratulate him." mbak Brenda broke Hafizh's arms and stood between us as a barrier.

"What the hell is Ma'am. I don't know anyone else is good at being hurt, even hurt," grumbled mas Hafizh a little grunt annoyed.

"You can continue in the room later," Brenda's sergeant was no less upset.

Everyone could only shake their heads at the behavior of these sisters.

"alright. You're the winner, madam." Eventually, Hafizh relented and chose to withdraw. Let the others congratulate me and take some photos with me.

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