
Daylight channeled all his wild desires. Farid fulfilled his promise to Abah, to visit Daffa. In fact, he really didn't want to go there. Because for him, seeing Daffa is fine is the same as remembering the failures of his efforts.
Just so you know, even though Farid's efforts at that time were only limited to wanting Daffa and Andhira to have a big fight, but so knew Daffa was an accident .... Farid had hoped that Daffa would die. It was very pleasant and was good news for him. His hatred for Daffa was too great to be heart-wrenching.
Farid stood up with a deep and long sigh, before he knocked on the door of Daffa's house. It was only after he was able to catch his breath and flattery that Farid greeted him while calling out the name of Daffa. The man was trying to suppress his anxiety deeply so as not to come to the surface.
It was not long after Farid knocked on the door and called. Andhira came to open the door. Then, he saw Farid standing up while smiling kindly.
"Sir, I was sent by Abah to visit you" said Daffa. He said it before he was even asked. Perhaps, he did not want his presence to be rejected anymore.
"Ooh, s-please come in," greeted Andhira a little nervously. He was afraid Farid had evil intentions.
"Who's coming, honey?" ask Daffa in a slightly loud voice.
"Me, Mas." Farid had already stood up while throwing his smile towards Daffa.
For some reason, Farid's smile felt like a joke to Daffa. "What's wrong?" ask Daffa indifferently.
"May your guest sit down, Mum?" farid.
"Hem." That was all that came out of Daffa's mouth.
"I'll make a drink first" Andhira interrupted their conversation, then she rushed to the kitchen.
"Isn't it enough after all, Farid?" said Daffa with a cold look.
"What do you mean, Mom? I came here on Abah's orders who was very worried about your situation" Farid said with a smile as if he knew nothing.
Daffa tightened his eyebrows and frowned. "Okay, I'll follow your path, Farid. To the point where you will pretend not to be involved in everything that has happened to me" Daffa said.
"Is that really so?" daffa.
"Yes, of course it is. He loves you very much, doesn't he?" farid replied sarcastically.
"You're right Farid. He loved me so much that he forgot that I was his real son, not you" Daffa said.
"Siaaal! He recalled that injustice again," gerundal Farid in his heart.
"Eemm, Mum. How was your honeymoon last week? Is that fun?" lontar Farid asked. As if to shift the subject.
"That's not important for you to know, Farid. The important thing for you to think about is ...your ever failed attempt to ruin my life!" daffa toilet is full of emphasis.
"Shit! Is he accusing me?" inner Farid. He began to look clumsy in front of Daffa.
"Please drink" said Andhira who came with two cups of coffee in a tray.
"Thank you, Sister-in-law," Farid grinned as she looked at Andhira with a hard-to-understand look.
"Dhira, get in the room! Here is not healthy for you" asked Daffa who read Farid's lesson. The woman immediately obeyed Daffa without asking much.
"He seems to love his wife very much. How about I play around with this situation" whispered Farid's heart while drinking his coffee for a mouthful.
"I'm warning you, Farid. You can take Abah's attention as well as her affection from me. But if you dare to disturb my wife, even if only a little, then be prepared to suffer the consequences. I won't let your legs run normally again!" daffa's office gave an ultimatum. He seemed to know Farid's hidden intentions.
"Hahahaha, am I hearing a threat?" ledek Farid mocked Daffa.
"No, it's not a threat, Farid. Just do it if you want to be disabled!" answer Daffa firmly.
"It's appropriate that you feel fear, Farid. Didn't you see my situation? I'm still fine and happy after all your vilification," Daffa's grin was no less mocking.
Farid's face flushed. Either because of shame or even being holding back anger. He seemed unable to wrinkle after being hiccupped by Daffa.
"Alright, Mas. I've made sure of your situation. Abah will be so happy to know you're okay. Then I say goodbye," said Farid, then rise from his seat.
"Farid!" exclaiming Daffa who suddenly held Farid's footsteps to walk. He turned back to Daffa.
"Make sure the people you pay to prank me don't betray" Daffa's grin added defeat to Farid.
Farid brushed both of his fists furiously. Then, he stomped his feet and passed away leaving Daffa's house. The man got into his car with a burning fire of anger.
"Aaaarray! Siaaal! He was as if he was blatantly smearing my face, "he was upset while hitting the steering wheel and smashing his hair in frustration
"Look at me, Daffa. What will I do to you after this. I will make you regret that you have dared to humiliate me!" gerutu Farid did not accept.
***
The night was getting late refracting his pitch-darkness. Daffa entered the room following Andhira. Andhira was drawing again. Daffa stared for a moment, then approached his beloved wife.
"You're not sleeping? Is your heart broken?" ask Daffa while gently stroking Andhira's head.
"I'm not sleepy yet, Mas" replied Andhira.
"You're nervous? Tell me. What's up, honey?"
Andhira rubbed the pen scratches on the book. Then, he rushed to embrace Daffa while sobbing. His cries were so deep that Daffa could feel the tremors of his sadness.
"Hey, honey." Daffa let go of his embrace, then looked at Andhira while flanking Andhira's right and left cheeks with both hands.
"What's wrong, my dear? You don't want to tell a story?" ask Daffa again.
"I'm scared, Mom. What if he catches up to you?" andhira at the end.
"Who? Farid?"
Andhira just nodded. Then, he re-embraced Daffa while crying bitterly. "I'm afraid you're being fucked by him, Mom."
"No, Honey. No one can hurt me, except you. From the moment I fell in love with you, nothing could hurt me more than you. Your rejection, your betrayal, and your coldness and sadness. That's it, Dhira. However, if all that doesn't happen, you're still with me and happy by my side, then there's nothing to worry about anymore. Just give me your love and loyalty, and then I'll live in good health, even for another thousand years."
Those words instantly stopped Andhira's cry. Turning her tears into fissures a smile as beautiful as rose petals. The hue of the face that was originally pias full of anger, is now radiant like a lantern that illuminates in the darkness.
"So, are you worried about me?" ask Daffa while wiping Andhira's cheeks from the wet tears that live in his former.
"Yes, I'm afraid of losing you, Mom."
All of Daffa's pores were scattered with the twitching bristles of Rome. "Trust me, he is showing the greatness of his love for you, Daffa," inwardly Daffa invited his soul to speak.
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Note: Say no to plagiarism! We are all smart enough to create stories with our own thoughts. 🖤❤🖤❤🖤
Oh yeah, this is Andhira's painting, yeah.