I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 9: BECAUSE OF FATIH, DANISH THINKS

Sheza. Are you okay?" danish asked his silent wife with wide eyes, as if getting important news and providing electricity.

Silent!

Danish took over the phone, then answered the call, "Who is this?"

[Sister, why didn't you say it was in Indonesia? I'm still camping, but calm. Tomorrow it'll be back. By the way, who picked up, Ka? Wife, yes.]

"Hm. It's not polite to talk like that, go home to Papa, Mama. Got it? Now I hang up the phone." said Danish ending the call without waiting for a response from across the street.

Dan's eyes were fixed only on SheZa. Where his wife was still silent as if he was thinking of something. Moreover, her cheerful face turned pale. What the hell is going on? Why change happens so suddenly. Does it have anything to do with his foster sister?

Without adding tension. Enclosed the body of the wife, do not forget to wipe the top of the head so that his wife can return to calm. A moment to let time stop with a deep breath. Touching. The hand that coiled to the waist, made Dan increasingly tighten the embrace.

Ten minutes later, Dan held out a glass of water, "Drink! This will be a relief. Can say. What the hell is going on with you?"

"I'm not okay. I thought it was my friend, I don't know. If it's someone else ....,"

"Calm down. He's my foster brother, but our family already considers Fatih a real child. Do not be surprised, when there is a young man who is always acting tough. Fatih's a good boy, just too loner."

The smiling flower held back something that troubled his heart. The name that came out of Danish lips. Not just any name. Could it be the same person? No. gabe. If the same, it was certain that the child appeared before him. In fact, for the past two years it has disappeared into the earth.

"SheZa, why daydream? Are you worried about college work? If so, tell me what your teacher's name is. I'll ask for leniency." Danish said returning Shena's consciousness, the girl shook her head.

"I can solve my own campus problems. Thank you, but just focus on the past that is still stuck between us. Can I take a break? It feels so tired."

Danish rubbed Shena's head. Though the eyes were clearly filled with dilemma. He didn't want to force his will, "Sleep."

The man guided his wife to lie on the bed, not forgetting to cover Shena's body so as not to get cold. After making sure the woman closed her eyes. One kiss turned into a farewell. He was willing to move on from his wife's side.

Chequek!

The departure of Danish who left the room, made Shena to remove the blanket that covered her body. Well, he was just pretending to be asleep, while his heart was covered in agitation. A name was ringing in his ears. Fatihem.

Youth of Javanese descent mixed with Japanese. The owner of narrow eyes with a typical face of oriental Javanese. Hair is always neat, but not dry. Fatih Raka Gibran's. At first glance the last memories reappear passing by reminding of a promise among unstable teenagers.

When all the kids are busy celebrating the night of farewell. Instead, he and Fatih chose to sit together in the park of the top school bench. Under the moonlight. A smile that always graced the faces of both. It was a night filled with the scent of flowers.

Shena nodded without a word to be able to explain her happiness, but the night was only a memory. All because, a truth was revealed one week after the night of farewell. Where, he sees Fatih kissing a girl who turns out to be a former enemy during High School.

Every word that came out of Fatih's lips became a piercing thorn. It turned out that the young man only had a sweet promise without being able to be enjoyed. Although, time has passed for two years. Still, there was a tremor that aroused a sense of disappointment in his heart.

Shena held onto her chest that felt tight, even unconsciously. Once again, her tears fell only because of the wound she had been suffering from, "Shena, it's all over. Don't remember it again! Until when does your heart stockpile diseases that can be viral problems? Just remember, right now, you're married."

"Fatih is just a mass name that never even wipes away your tears. Forget it and focus on your current world. Make sure the newly started marriage gets happiness that can complement each other. After all, in this world many men have the same name."

In the room in solitude. Shena tried to convince herself. If everything's gonna be okay. However, in contrast to Danish, where the man was thinking of a way to solve his problems with the fiancee Tiara.

The wife's request was not wrong. It was precisely true, because once people knew the status between him, Tiara and Shena. One would think, if his wife became a usurper. As a husband, it is his duty to straighten out the existing problems. Anticipation must also be made.

Bewoo!

Bewoo!

Bewoo!

The sound of the knocking of the table, made Danish drown in the chaos of his problems. The man tried to draw a straight line until he remembered his phone. Hunt down the flat object it grabbed. When the phone is activated. Lots of messages coming in. Including missed calls.

"A hundred messages, and fifty-two missed calls from Tiara. Is this not excessive? Usually only three messages in one day." Murmured Danish, opening a message from Tiara.

The man scrolls by reading each message carefully. In addition to the words love, longing and also other unimportant things. One message attracted attention. A message that says a question. *Honey, are you cheating there?*.

Why is there such a message? It should have been him who sent the question message, but there was definitely something wrong. Without delay, his hand typed something. Send a message to my mom's number. After waiting for a while. The phone screen is back on.

"Astagfirullah, have Mama with Papa, gini very. Tiara should have sent such a message. Only, my own parents. Oh, that's it, now I have to finish too. Whatever is not mine, I don't need to care anymore."

Danish stretched her hand muscles. After a long day of changing his life. Of course what remains is a sense of tiredness that whack. Cell phones that are still on are left alone. The eyes that stayed half a watt began to shut. Moreover, AC in the work room is quite a comfort.

Time that passes becomes the past. The next day, the sound from the kitchen was clear. But that is not what attracts the attention of the entire house. Except the fragrant aroma of cooking that is very tickling to the stomach. The cries of hunger cannot be delayed.

"Bi Yati must be cooking well. I'd better get out, but wash your face first." Danish said up from her seat.