I'm taking you off, Mas!

Everything Has Happened

Both of them were silent after hearing their voices. They are immersed in their own thinking.

'Did I wrongly contact Mas Afkar first. I promised myself I wouldn't have anything to do with him anymore. But I have to do it. We need to end this relationship. Almost three months more me and Mas Afkar did not meet. I also need his approval for the sale of my house. For all the above I have bestowed in his name at that time.'

Inner Syafa in his reverie.

While Afkar smiled to hear who the number owner who contacted him from earlier.

"Finally you called me, Fa! How are you, Fa?" Ask Afkar from the phone.

There was no answer from Shafa.

"Fa" call Afkar a second time.

"Ah, yes, what?" sahut Syafa is nervous.

"How are you?" Afkar asked again.

"Eum, good news, Mas!" Shafa replied nervously.

"Fa, I miss you so much, Fa! Can we meet? I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. When you called me. Sorry I didn't look for you. But with my condition like this, it's impossible for me. I want us to talk about the continuation of our marriage, Fa," Afkar said at the core before Syafa spoke.

"I want to meet you too, Mom. But to talk about my house. I want to sell it, I need your approval and signature for certificate transfer. Because the house has been turned in your name" said Syafa.

Afkar furrowed his brows hearing him. "I've diverted all the treasures I've changed in my name. I felt like I had never changed the name of the house, Fa," Afkar said in surprise. Because he did not feel changing the certificate of home in his name.

"I diverted it, Mas. I want to sell it," Syafa quickly continued. "For our marriage, it has not ended religiously. Only legally not."

Afkar again furrowed his eyebrows hearing Syafa's words. "End religiously? What do you mean, Fa?" Afkar did not understand the meaning of Shafa.

"Three months later we parted ways. Without any birth and inner. Are we not religiously separated? And I'll finish it when we meet."

Afkar shook his head to hear it. "You're still legitimate as my wife, Fa. Maybe you never know that during these three months I kept sending you a living. I wanted to tell you but didn't know where to call. I am really waiting for this moment. Where did you contact me first, Fa!"

Shafa was surprised by Afkar's words. He really did not think that he and Afkar were still legal to be husband and wife. There was a feeling of pleasure in the heart of the woman. But as soon as possible Syafa brushed it off.

'No ... No, I promised to end it all. I don't want to hurt my sister.'

Inner Syafa. His heart wanted to go back to Afkar but his common sense refused. Syafa thought that even if Yara allowed it, the wounds inflicted on his sister's heart would be lifted again if Shafa was with Afkar.

"I'm sorry, Mas," said Syafa.

"I'm sorry for what?" Ask Afkar. "I should have apologized. Don't you want us back together, Fa?" Afkar asked again.

"Mas, does Mas Afkar not feel guilty for Yara? We've hurt her heart, like we're back together. Yara must be hurt, I don't want that to happen. I'd rather cover up this feeling than hurt her again. I've been selfish ever wanting you to be completely alone. But not this time, Mom. Ii'm sorry. I love my sister more" cried Syafa.

Afkar was silent to hear it. The man breathed heavily.

"You know, I don't dare talk about this guilt. Too big to reveal. It is not enough just to say sorry, but it must be applied again. It's all happened, my relationship with Yara can't go back to being whole. I feel relieved that Yara is with the right man at the moment. You know, Fa. Yara and you have a special place in my heart. Maybe for now his name is still in my heart. But slowly I will erase this feeling for Yara. I know very well her nature, If we meet later, I'm sure Yara is a woman who has a soft and forgiving heart. I was also waiting for that moment to arrive. When I met Yara. I really want to apologize to her." Afkar spoke at length. "Fa, are you still there?" Afkar pulled his phone and saw if it was still connected.

"Yes" answered Shafa briefly.

"We'd better meet. There's a lot I have to talk about. We can't hang this wedding. Are you sure you really want to be separated from me? Is there really no chance for me? You must know, isn't all this not entirely my fault, either? We are trapped by circumstances. Because of Papa Rio we are caught in this complicated condition. A lot of assumptions thought by me. But then me and you won't be together, Fa."

Syafa confirmed Afkar's speech. The woman was silent. He was unable to repay it.

"Call me when we'll meet. You must not think we are separated. Religion and law you are still my wife. Let me know for a while and where we can meet. I'm sorry I'm still working, so I can't talk any longer. I'm waiting to hear from you, Fa! I hung up on him, Assalamualaikum" Afkar said. The man did not immediately close his phone. He waited for Shafa to answer his greetings.

"Waalaikumussalam" said Syafa.

Afkar hung up the phone. Then was about to return to his place of work.But unfortunately, his steps again stopped when his phone rang again.

Afkar saw a new number reappear on his phone screen.

"Who else is this?" Afkar muttered. Today was a lot of surprises for him. This morning managed to bend the person who had slandered him and had made himself have to change the store money. Just got a surprise to be able to talk again with Syafa. A woman who had been separated from him for several months.

This time Afkar did not know what surprise would come after this. Afkar's forehead shriveled when he saw the foreign number listed on his cellphone screen. Curious, Afkar immediately shifted the green button on his phone.

"Assalamualaikum," Afkar said when the phone connection was connected.

"Waalaikumussalam," said someone on the phone. He is an assistant of a man who is quite famous among business people. "Am I really talking to Afkar? Afkar Chairi?" Ask the assistant who asked Afkar again. It made Afkar curious about it.

"Yes, it's me! Afkar Chairi" Afkar said. ""What's up?" Afkar.

"If you are right Afkar Chairi. Could you please wait a minute! Our boss wants to talk to you?"

"Please don't get stale. Who is your boss and what does he want to talk to me about!" Urge Afkar, he does not want to be just played.

A handsome and dignified man stood next to his assistant. He shook his head at how many jutek Afkar said. The man immediately took over the phone that was still connected to Afkar.

"Good afternoon, Afkar Chairi!" Greet the man.

Afkar again furrowed his brows. He felt familiar hearing that voice. "Erza! Erza Rahardian!" reply Afkar.

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To Be continued

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