Mandul

S2 Chapter 6: Where is the Match?

Fatim sent a message to Arsi, although his nature asked but his heart was steady to step aside for a moment.

"Against David's will is a homely thing, nothing will change his mind. Maybe this is the end of my soul mate's journey" said Fatim monologue. The woman tries to be strong, does not want to dissolve in sadness.

Fatim's determination is complete, he will raise his son alone. Living with honey who is younger, will not be able to live. As Fatim considered, David did not give a good choice for him, therefore he was the one who had to make a decision.

Chequek!

"Ma, forgive Raziq's late …."

The words of a person just hang, when a pair of neutrals see a female figure that he does not know. Fatim who was still limp in a half-sitting position, looked towards the door.

"Sorry who you're looking for?" Fatim asked kindly with a smile that adorned his pale lips. I don't know the impulse from which the man who calls himself Raziq stepped in with a handsome smile but did not reduce his wibawa.

"I'm sorry Miss, it turns out I entered the room wrong. My mother was admitted to this hospital and .. ohh God, my fix was wrong. The room next to yours, ahem ..introduce me Raziq."

The man stretched out his hand and now the man was standing beside Fatim's gurney. Fatim reached out his hand, which was free of infusion to welcome Raziq's helping hand.

"Fatim, it's okay sir .. maybe because you are in a hurry so do not pay attention to the room number," said Fatim understand. Raziq stared at the beautiful face of Fatim who was still pale, for some reason suddenly there was a strange sigh that crept in his heart.

"Alright Miss Fatim, nice to meet you. I'm going to Mama's room first, before she gives her long speech hehehe. Oh yes this is my business card, I hope we can be friends. I'm new here and it looks like it would be nice if we could be friends. Bye Miss .. hope you recover quickly," said Raziq at length.

A very jolly, friendly and not arrogant man. That was the first impression, which Fatim saw from the figure of a Raziq. After waving his hand the man passed and closed Fatim's room tightly.

A moment Fatim smiled while looking at the business card that read Raziq Al Farouq, the woman quickly copied Raziq's mobile number into her phone. All he did was without any intention, considering Raziq a pleasant person and saying he wanted to be his friend.

"Good afternoon Mr. Raziq, this is my number. Fatim" Fatim wrote on a green messaging app. At a time like this, the woman was happy to make new friends.

In another room, next to Fatim's. A middle-aged woman appeared to be lying weakly, with an infusion tube connected to her hand.

"Mama, why does it hurt like this? This must be because of the mind," said Raziq with a look of annoyance. The Mama only glared with an annoyed look, but did not reduce her beauty in the least.

"Yash the longer it's not the smaller Raz, he needs a mother figure. While you are still busy with your work, your company continues to grow forward but your personal affairs are way in place."

A long scorn with a sneer to his only son also glided peacefully. Ayesha is a chatty mother, but very affectionate and never compares caste.

"Ma, that soul mate is in God's hands. And if it's a mate, it's not going anywhere" replied Raziq casually and sat down on the chair beside the gurney.

"Yeah ... But where's the soul mate?!" Sahut Ayesha fierce. His son just wanted to talk, impressed smart but ignorant.

Pingy!

A message from a number that had not been stored on his phonebook entered, the man quickly opened it.

"Good afternoon Mr. Raziq, this is my number. Fatimid,"

"Aahhh Mama, please pray for me and bless me. It looks like the soul mate has seen his hilal," said Raziq origin but the look of his face looks sumringah.

"Ok Miss Fatim, I'll keep the number. Call me yes, whatever it is."

Raziq's reply was quick. I don't know why his heart had calmed down, it was beating faster than usual. Ever since his wife went home to Esa, Raziq had never felt the thump that made his heart dance like this.

"Who's that girl Raz?" Tanya Ayesha spirit. The woman had indeed never seen her son excited like this, to the point of saying blessing matters.

"Casual ma, there will come a time when I will introduce. I just got to know him, too" Raziq said honestly.

Plaque!

"Aaww ... sick ma, why was I beaten?" Raziq asked who rubbed his hands, while Ayesha was anxious herself with her son's behavior.

"Where can you ask Mama's blessing, while you just know her. Don't PHP mama Raz," said Ayesha upset. Somehow the way his son thought, not yet known has been claimed as his soul mate.

“Ma, soul mate is like a job. If my heart has told me to open a branch, then I will try hard to make it happen. So also with this soul mate Ma,” Raziq said confidently. Ayesha frowned at her dizzy forehead, it turned out that her son was really strange, where there was a household affair equated with work.

“Quickly take her in front of Mama,” Tell Ayesha briefly. The woman was sick from her high blood, thinking of her son who was just a workaholic. While his favorite grandchildren are busy asking for mama, although their money is not exhausted seven derivatives, but where can buy a mama.

*****

Time has changed, today Fatim is allowed to go home. David could not come because there was a meeting and asked for Fatim to go home alone. There was a sense of annoyance that ran through his heart, but he was ready to look at today and so on with a spacious chest and the decision determination that was already round. Arsi and Yuni are now cleaning up Fatim's house which has not been occupied for a long time, They are very grateful that the woman's soto shop still runs as long as Fatim becomes the wife of a David Van Houten.

With a slow movement, Fatim packed his belongings aided by the sisters, the woman had already completed the payment that David had not yet paid.

“Bu, everything is in order. Do you want me to help you in the future?” Ask the smiling sister kindly.

“I can myself sus, thank you for helping me. Sorry to bother the sisters,” Sahut Fatim is no less friendly.

“Good ma'am, I stay yes. Be careful on the way mom and hopefully get well soon.”

The sister passed by, and now Fatim was alone. With a slow step the woman came out of the room that 2 days he occupied. Not wanting to rush over, Fatim wanted to reflect on his decision. From the other direction, a 5-year-old boy ran quickly and seemed to be the toddler while occasionally looking back.

Bruk!

“Ma-ma ...”

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Whose son is that?

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