Dusk At the End Please

Mother's Story (2)

It doesn't feel like it's Saturday now. Kang Furqan's schedule home from the foundation. Fatimah's busy activities by delivering Akhtar school, tutoring and martial arts make a week is not a long time for him.

Time has shown almost the Maghrib, but the person Fatimah is waiting for has not yet come. After taking Akhtar to teach his teachers, Fatimah immediately performed the Maghrib prayer alone. Usually Saturday, Sunday she prayed Maghrib with her husband, but not today.

Fatimah faithfully waited for her husband's arrival in the living room, until I heard Adzan Isya her husband still did not come. Worry suddenly slipped in her heart, fearing anything would happen to her husband on the way.

He took his salary in the room, immediately he looked for a contact that read my husband. But not yet she dialed her husband's number, suddenly a message came in.

*Assalamu'alaikum Fatimah, sorry tonight I can't go home there is work to be done tonight as well. Insyaa Alloh tomorrow Akang home*

Fatimah breathed a sigh of relief that her worries did not occur. Her husband was fine and was finishing his work although suddenly there was a sense of disappointment that slipped on his chest but Fatimah immediately brushed him off.

*Yes Kang, it's nothing. Do not forget to eat and rest enough.*

She immediately performed Isha's prayer after returning a message from her husband, then prepared to go pick up Akhtar from his teacher's house.

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On a clear Sunday morning, Fatimah was ready. She cooked her husband's favorite food, she also slightly polished her face to welcome the husband. Peach-colored tunic tops in line with the hijab combined with milk coffee toad pants are perfect bandaging Fatimah's body.

Akhtar has also been delivered to his martial arts course, every Sunday is his son's schedule to take martial arts courses. Fatimah educated Akhtar very well, she equipped Akhtar with various life skills that Akhtar would later need, of course with the consent of the husband.

His heart suddenly thumped when he heard the sound of a car arriving in his yard. With a spirit and heart that flowered Fatimah headed for the front door and opened the door of her house.

The smile that was splashing on her lips suddenly disappeared upon seeing her husband coming with her friend Sopia, various prejudices suddenly appeared . Sopia has been visiting her a lot lately and today she is coming with her husband.

Fatimah immediately dismissed her bad thoughts about Sopia. She also realized that the foundation where her husband worked belonged to the Sopia family. Sopia lives in the neighborhood of the foundation. It is only natural that Sopia who wants to visit his house along with the arrival of the husband because their goals are the same.

Fatimah smiled again to welcome her husband and best friend. They spent three hours before Akhtar came.

It was time to pick up Akhtar, her husband attentively inquired about the return schedule of the son.

"De, when does Akhtar come home? let Akang pick up Akhtar", he asked on the sidelines of the chat Fatimah and Sopia. Fatimah glanced at the wall clock.

"Now that it's done, Akang can pick her up now. Don't you mind picking up Akhtar alone?" she asked softly, she felt bad about having to leave her guests alone at home.

"That's okay, you guys please continue to chat" replied Akhtar's father at a glance rubbed the head of Fatimah covered with hijab, at a glance he turned to look at Sopia who smiled wryly.

"Alright, be careful on the road!", cried Fatimah.

She drove her husband to the front, and after her husband's car went unseen she returned to the living room where Sopia was and continued their conversation.

"Fatim, I'm married" Sopia said suddenly.

Fatimah who heard him was shocked to mix happily finally her best friend found his soul mate.

"really? by when? why didn't you invite me? who's the lucky man who became your priest?" Fatimah flocked Sopia with many questions.

Sopia who heard his best friend was asking a lot of questions so anxious himself.

"One-on-one dong Fatim nanyanya, I would be confused to answer which one used to be ", he said.

"Hehe.sorry, I'm too excited to hear this good news, I'm happy with your marriage. Well then now one-on-one I ask and you answer immediately huh? when did you get married?" Fatimah chuckled and repeated her question.

"I've been married for almost a year" replied Sopia. Suddenly the answer made Fatimah surprised, could-be his best friend was hiding important things from him.

"What...? why are you just telling me now?" tanyanya.

"Sorry, my wedding is not celebrated no invitation let alone a reception. We only married the series and attended close family only", replied Sopia honestly, she lowered her head looking trying to hold back tears.

Fatimah who saw him feeling pity, she knew her best friend had big dreams about the wedding. The chat that fills their togetherness while in college is a dream about a lavish wedding party with a much loved one and vice versa.

Fatimah draws herself closer to Sopia, hugging her best friend, assuring her that it is not a bad thing. Sopia returned the embrace of her best friend.

The cry of Sopia subsided and she smiled again when Fatimah managed to comfort her. Fatimah was relieved to see her best friend was able to smile again even though in her heart there was something that stuck related to her best friend's marriage but Fatimah did not want to make her best friend offended by her question. Let Sopia tell the story himself.

Days passed, every week Furqan husband Fatimah more often go home week morning, it was with Sopia. Under the pretext of wanting to learn to cook and bake cakes he always came along with Furqan.

Until that day came, the day Fatimah was struck by the fact that made it seem as if her feet were not on the earth anymore.

That time.....

Sunday afternoon Sopia was still at her house, asking for permission to cook and join her dinner at Fatimah's house. Fatimah could not resist, she kindly agreed to Sopia's request. She asked her husband for permission so that Sopia could have dinner with them, the husband allowed her.

By the Maghrib he was still busy with Sopia preparing dinner. Akhtar was sitting with his father on the front porch. Fatimah glanced at the clock, and time had shown that Akhtar had to teach immediately.

She said goodbye to her husband and Sopia to take Akhtar. Her husband had offered to take Akhtar but Fatimah refused to see her husband struggling with his laptop.

"De, Akang alone delivered Akhtar", bargained Furqan to Fatimah, he was about to clean up his laptop.

"It's okay, Kang, I'm the one between Akhtar and the place is near. Akang please just continue the work of Akang", replied Fatimah by throwing a sweet smile at her husband.

"Alright then be careful on the road" Furqan replied. Fatimah nodded after saying goodbye to her husband.

It didn't take long for Fatimah to drive Akhtar to his place of study, less than twenty minutes he had returned to park his matic motorbike in the yard.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Fatimah said as she entered her home.

Fatimah opened the unlocked door and returned to say hello but there was still no answer. He closed the door slowly and saw that the middle room light was still dark. Slowly he stepped his feet towards the kitchen which looked brighter because of the lights that had been turned on.

As he got closer to the door connecting the middle room and the kitchen, his steps suddenly came to a halt. He heard the voices of two strangers in his ears talking.

"Kang, I'm jealous to know." said one woman in a seductive tone.

"Jealous why, dear?" replied the man in a voice.

"eummhhhhh" the woman spoke again, and Fatimah heard nothing but the sound of the breath hunting each other.

He approached the door that was not closed perfectly. He opened slowly so as not to make a sound.

And as soon as Fatimah pecked, her body seemed to freeze unable to respond. He saw with his own eyes his beloved husband was making out with his own best friend.

Fatimah was unable to move her body, her legs as if she were no longer on earth. The man in front of her was her husband, the man she married fifteen years ago, the man who loudly proposes himself in front of her parents, promised to make her happy and take her to heaven through marriage The man who always made her fall in love many times because of her sweet treatment. The man who always said how lucky he was to be the priest of a Fatimah. Village with a million charms, sholehah and smart.

Fatimah was getting dazed, she hoped that what she saw was a dream. Dream of seeing her husband making out with his own best friend. A friend whom he considers like his own brother.

The loud noise from the teapot used to cook the water shocked the three of them the sign the cooked water was already boiling.

Furqan and Sopia put an end to their hot activity. While Fatimah, she took a few steps back and hid behind the door.

His heart was pounding fast his body felt hot, his breathing was stingy, congested! His chest was rumbling. His tears were growing brighter, flowing with no sound.

There was no tissue or handkerchief that he could use to wipe his tears, only his hands continued to tremble faithfully erasing his tears.

There were no words capable of representing his current feelings. Fatimah repeatedly said she was privileged, considering that Allah is All-Knowing, she was a little calmer and tried to neutralize her feelings.

Drawing as much oxygen as possible Fatimah did so that each gap of her lungs filled perfectly to eliminate the tightness that hit the chest.

Steadily, she stepped into the kitchen where her husband and best friend were, trying to calm down she opened the door connecting the living room and kitchen.

When the people in the kitchen were shocked, they both turned to the door where Fatimah was standing. Furqan who was hugging Sopia from behind with her message immediately let go of her embrace. The faces of the two of them looked pale to find Fatimah standing before them.

At the instant of silence, Fatimah looked at Furqan and Sopia alternately with a sharp gaze. She tried to hold back the tears, not wanting to look weak in front of her husband and friends who had betrayed her.

"Sir, this is not what you see", Furqan broke the silence, he went to Fatimah and was about to hold her hand, but Fatimah brushed him aside.

"Both of you, an explanatory debt to me, after Maghrib let us talk", said Fatimah firmly and a trembling voice holding back tears, she turned her head towards her room to cleanse herself and perform the maghrib prayer.

Furqan seemed to be trying to catch up to Fatimah, she knocked on the door of the room many times and called out the name Fatimah with her beloved calling. Fatimah never responded, Furqan finally gave up and passed to the mosque for Maghrib prayer, while Sopia chose prayer in Akhtar's room.

After the Maghrib Fatimah prayer sat in his living room soup, he waited for two people who would give him an explanation. He was calmer after praying, trying hard with the reality he would face.

Sopia and Furqan sat side by side in different chairs, they were directly opposite Fatimah. The three of them were still silent, dissolving in their respective thoughts. Fatimah stared intently at the two of them alternately, the atmosphere of the house was immediately gripping.