FAKE WIFE

S2 chapter 43

Fathia's hands fumbled at the bed beside her. Not finding the person he was looking for, he opened his eyes. I may have gone to the office. Then he grabbed the phone on the nightstand, saw the clock was showing at 9 am.

"Hhhaahhh woke up late," he said as he threw his phone on the bed. He grabbed the phone back and danced his thumb there and then stuck it in the ear.

Tut. tut's...

📱Hallo darling, just woke up, yes

Answer Aka from across there.

📱You're at the office, Mom? How do you not wake me up?

📱You have a good night's sleep, so I don't have to wake up.

📱How did you eat breakfast?

Tanya Fathia was still in a lying position on the bed.

📱I ordered food at the office cafeteria just now.

📱Hhmm, will lunch be delivered later or will you go home?"

📱Siang later I want to meet with clients all lunch. You eat alone at home, right?

📱Oohh yes is okay. Yes, yes, I want to take a shower.

📱Yes, take a shower there. Scent

📱Iler you are!

📱Hahahaha is right too. Ok da-da, Honey.

Muachs.

📱Love you Mas Hotel.

Fathia put her phone back on the nightstand. But he had not yet gotten off the bed. Cellphone's ringing. On the screen appeared a row of unfamiliar numbers calling. Fathia was also indifferent. He even went past entering the bathroom.

Fathia's return from cleaning up the phone was still ringing. As if screaming to be immediately lifted by the owner but still ignored. A moment of silence and then back to sound even the vibration is able to make the phone fall from where it is.

"Who the hell? From there on it was noisy," annoyed Fathia took her phone on the floor.

Thirteen missed calls from the same number. There is no curiosity at all. Fathia just shrugged her shoulders and put her phone back on the nightstand. His feet were about to step towards the closet but were stopped by the sound of incoming message notifications.

Fathia flips the body taking the phone and typing the password on the screen to unlock it. It turns out that the message from a foreign number that had been harassing him. This time he was curious about the message. His thumb tapped on the envelope emblem to open the message he had just received.

📩 0822 84xxx

You have to get ready! Alodie has been declared cured and he will return to Indonesia in one week.

Wait for news from me, when is the time to leave the house and leave Aka. Never run away before Alodie lands in Indonesia.

Galen

Fathia threw herself on the bed. One more week?

Isn't there still a month left?

Why so fast?

He tried to call the foreign number. This time it was his call that was ignored. Many times Fathia tried to remain unappointed. Even now the foreign number is no longer active.

Fathia squeezed her hair, frustrated by the suddenness of everything. But this time he did not have much time to cry again over all the situations created. As soon as possible, he should be able to take decisions and actions. Determine the next step so as not to regret later.

Perhaps if he asked for guidance on the almighty all would feel easier. Was not God who had predestined him to live this all. So with prayer he wanted to ask God to rewrite a new destiny for him so that he could get through this and return with Aka.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

"Mit, please hold this Mbak ATM," said Fathia handed a flat card to Mita.

This afternoon Mita was asked to come by Fathia to meet her at home. And now they were chatting on Fathia's bed.

"What's it for, Mommy?"

"Keep it first! The money that's in there wants me to spend on plastic surgery later" Fathia explained.

"Thus," handed me a neatly wrapped letter with a light blue envelope. "I'm sorry for Ciara. I'm sorry I couldn't come straight, because I'm afraid Ciara will kick me out again."

"He's angry the same, Ma'am. But I know that in his heart the deepest will forgive, Ma'am."

Fathia forced a smile on her lips.

"This is the address of the house I bought. I'll stay there after the surgery. You can go there." Give a piece of paper with an address.

"Continue now what are you going to do?"

"Whatever that is enough I know. Now you're home, it's late."

"But Ma'am will definitely call me, right?"

"Definitely! Who else do I have, Mit? Only you are still loyal to accompany me in these difficult times. Surely I will take your nicotine later," said Fathia clasped Mita's hand tightly.

"It's my pleasure to be repotinated the same, ma'am. If so I go home, it's late afternoon like it also wants to rain cloudy sky because."

All the dishes have been arranged Fathia on the dining table. Heavy rain began to fall, it seemed that the glass of his house was already wet by the splash of water. He decided to wait for his husband in the living room to prepare an umbrella on the side of the door. Shortly from there Fathia can see Aka's car entering the courtyard of the house. She rushed out to pick up her husband in the car but before that she did not forget to open the umbrella.

"Kok late, Mas? It was 5 o'clock at home" said Fathia, shouting slightly. Afraid that his words would not be heard by Aka because the sound of rain falling was so loud.

"Macet on the road, there was a flood earlier," Aka replied in a high tone.

Aka held his wife to docked so as not to get wet while walking under the umbrella when returning to the house.

"Would you take a shower or eat?" tanya Fathia was holding her husband.

"Feed first. I'm a really good laper."

"Magrib's Prayer?"

"Udah was on the street, I stopped at the mosque."

Fathia took the plate and filled it with rice, side dishes and vegetables and then served to her beloved husband.

"Makasi darling!"

Fathia smiled warmly. He sat down in front of Aka. Not eating but looking and watching her husband. With a chin-backed position his eyes recorded all the carvings of the handsome face as if he was making a vidio about the figure of Aka. Everything is not missed Fathia, even the gestures and how to eat her husband recorded and instilled in memory.

If he misses this man in front of him so much, then he just needs to roll back his memory of all the things from Aka that he has clearly painted in his memory.

"Not eat?" ask Aka.

"Udah, because I'm really a laper. That's why eat first. Sorry, Mom!"

Aka just nodded her head while finishing the food.

"You go to the room first, I want to finish this first," said Fathia cleaning the dining table.

Just briefly. Then he followed Aka. While waiting for her husband to finish his bath he seemed busy with his cell phone and sat on the edge of the mattress.

"Well, you're in prayer, huh?" ask Aka out of the bathroom.

Fathia raised her head. "Udah! We pray together, yes. I want ablution first."

In the small mosque in the house, they perform their duties as Muslims. The chanting of the holy verse that came out from Aka's mouth made Fathia powerless to hold the clear crystal in her eyes to fall and land on the prayer mat.

As strong as he held back so that not until everything was spilled before their prayers were done. Until the last rakaat and finished saying Fathia's greeting let go of everything.

"Kok crying, why?" tanya Aka shifted to the side of Fathia.

Fathia tried to shrink her tears. Even the pink face she was still wearing was wet.

"Why?" aka asked confusedly lifting his wife's chin.

"There's something I want to talk about" he said, sobbing a little.

"Yes, but you calm down! We're going to yuk's room!" take Aka with her a fake Alodie to stand up.

But his hand was held by Fathia. "Here it is!"

He sat down again in front of his wife. Swab that wet white cheek with your thumb.

"What do you want to say? hmh"

"I want to be honest with you, Mom!"

"Honest about what?"

"If I'm not your wife!"

Aka's forehead wrinkled and she smiled. "What do you mean, Honey? Joking but not funny."

"I'm not kidding, Mom. I'm serious!"

"If you're not my wife, who are you?"

"I'm someone else you've changed his face to resemble your wife, Alodie!"

Aka's face turned tense. "Don't tell me it's your wits to make Galen equal?"

Fathia rubbed her face. "Mas, what I'm saying is the fact that the person you found in the accident and his face was full of burns is not Alodie your wife, but someone else is me" Fathia assured Aka.

"No way! You must be lying!"

"Over this time, I lied to you. I'm pretending amnesia. But this time I'm talking honestly!"

Aka got up from the floor. Her tense face now looked even more sinister to Fathia. "Why didn't you talk about this from the beginning?" aka asked with a red face.

Fathia stood up as well. "I told you the same. But you can't believe it until I feel comfortable next to you. That's why I chose to remain your fake wife."

"So, everything you've done so far has been a lie?"

Her tears are back. The feared thing finally happened. "It's not so, Mom!"

Aka left Fathia just like that. Enter the workspace by slamming the door. Maybe he needs some time to digest this and accept the truth.