Marrying a Friend

Secret

Today, I decided to meet my father. It was only nine o'clock, when he glanced at the watch that Firhan gave me with the Eiffel motif that had been attached to the wrist.

The mansion like a palace, made me look at him for a moment who was currently in front of me. The house that became a warm place until my husband was raised and became a great man today.

The atmosphere is very quiet, but still clean and beautiful. Some of the flower plants are flourishing here and add beauty and beauty like a palace. I pressed the gray bell, while in front of the big door after approaching while observing the surroundings.

In a moment, the memories of Firhan asking for his father's blessing, now twisted clearly in my brain, flashed like a broken cassette that again and again kept on spinning again. I sighed heavily for a moment, then rolled my eyes, hoping that this clear water would not fall on the cheek that was floating in the eye patch.

Honestly, it scares me a lot, but I have to. Yes, ever since I read the email from Isti, my mind has been teasing and compelled to go to my father and ask him everything, all of which has made my angel husband suffer for the past few months. I don't know what will happen, but this determination has really climaxed and exploded.

Mother opened the hose door shortly, which immediately made her surprised at the presence of—tak in the invite who dared to make a face after destroying and damaging everything— in this magnificent house, especially without her knowledge. Lastly, we met at a Seafood Restaurant with her two children, during a dinner appointment.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum, Bu.” I was flabbergasted for a moment that made me look helpless when I found the two shady and warm eyes sparkling to look at me who immediately rushed to hug.

"Wa’alaikum. Nesya? How you doing, son?" exclaimed the mother who could not hide the radiant look of her face, which made me smile with sparkling eyes while returning the tight embrace of this middle-aged woman whom I had considered to be my own biological mother.

"Alhamdulillah, me and Firhan are fine, ma'am."

"Alhamdulillah. Come on, kid, come on in!" exclaim mom with joy and enthusiasm

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He rubbed his eyes that had shed tears, then smiled while pulling my hand happily into this mansion.

"Mother is very happy, you want to come here. Why don't you tell us first that you're coming here, son? Your husband's not coming?"

I let my smile evaporate in front of him. "Firhan is busy with office affairs, so Nesya is escorted by a private driver. Sorry, if Nesya's presence is sudden, ma'am, to the point of being troublesome."

The sincere smile was on the tired face of the mother while shaking her head slowly. "You're already part of our family, so how can a mother's child trouble her own mother,"

The statement made me smile down with a feeling of happiness instantly creeping across the body.

Lord, thank you for the love of this family that I so long ago longed for, which You have blessed me with, I am so happy.

"Sit down first, son, you must be very tired of having traveled here, let alone your pregnancy. I'll make a drink first. Isti's out, too, but you're having lunch here with us, right, son?" Mother interjected which made me lift my face looking at her sincere and loving face that was looking at me expectantly.

It was so enthusiastic and happiness was radiating freely on his face. And that's when, I'm sure, you're so much happier, that even that smile and happiness will last long if Firhan reunites here. That warm smile was contagious, after I sat down on this big sofa.

"Don't bother, Mom." Mom's steps stopped as she was about to rush into the kitchen.

"No need, Mom. It's not long here." I added as he looked at me disapprovingly and questioningly.

His expression instantly turned sad, the skin that started to wrinkle on his face was now wrinkled. The wide, tanned eyes that now sparkle with eye bag decoration that began to roll over have looked at me sad and did not blink.

"But I promise, get Firhan here immediately, Mom. And we can eat together." My Tukas add up quickly.

The look on his face turned a little bright and it was like there was hope of trust there.

"Really, son?" I nodded quickly while smiling. That happy smile is now back with still sparkling eyes.

I promise, Mother. After everything I fixed and brought your son back to this beautiful family, I promise!

The warm and grateful look in the eyes of the mother seemed to emanate sincerely.

I smiled and sat down again.

"Mom, can Nesya talk to you? Nesya wants to see dad, Mom,"

"Nes, it's not that mom won't allow it, but I'm worried. Firhan's father is very hard if he has made a decision, I'm afraid of you.... "

I got up from my seat, I walked up to the loving woman, then took her to the sofa and sat there

I knelt down before him and clasped the two hands that were beginning to clench in his lap.

"Mom, God willing, everything will be fine, Nesya promised," I looked at her shady gaze towards me. His eyes began to glaze over. "Please promise, Mom, there's always a smile on your face. Be strong. Because of Nesya Promise, it will not be long, Our family will return, her fire mother will return," I continued and immediately hugged me then cried. My eyes are starting to water. His back kiss that had been shaking from crying, to calm down.

After being quite calm, he then fell silent for a moment. Mother then smiled in a nod despite the slight anxiety and hesitation within, but the look on her face radiated with indignation.

"Go, Son. Meet dad there. Mother blesses you, God willing, God blesses your good intentions as well" she gripped my face, then kissed the top of this head.

"Thank you, ma'am." Smiling away.

Aamiin, God willing. Bismillah.

He then drove to the back yard.

There are several large saungs and gazebos here, made of sturdy wood with maroon red ceramic tile roofs. Similar royal saung-saung, but surrounded by motifs and patterns of a variety of modern, and painted with a bright gold color. The back yard here is so cool, with a floor full of green grass and surrounded by several towering trees in between which is a lot of fruit.

High figure strapping but began to take care of it—which is not the same last I saw— was sitting quietly looking at the trees towering around it, decorating this backyard.

Mom had a lot of stories along the way to this page. Previously, my father had been sick and could not get out of bed, but after Firhan had come here and met him, slowly his condition began to improve and began to regularly eat. Although, it has not fully recovered and is still sickly, but at least you can get up and walk. Dad was like before, when Firhan left this house. Most are silent and do not talk much. In fact, it prefers to be alone, without wanting to be disturbed.

Mother then left us, after we arrived and not far a few meters from where my father was sitting in the Gazebo.

"I'm sorry, but I want to talk to you." My voice sounded carefully in my own ears and made my father's face look to the left, right where I was standing near the middle-aged man.

The look on my face was surprised with eyes widened sharply, then he turned with his eyes back straight forward, but with eyes cold and hardened.

And I already know this, dad doesn't like it!

"Would you like to come here?" that cold voice pierced my heart.

Obviously, still don't like me. Actually, presence.

I swallowed with a throat that felt so dry and painful. Like this throat feels choked, even I like I need oxygen.

After biting my lips and sighing regularly, counting in every heartbeat and sigh in my mind. Then, quietly sigh between your teeth and lips.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted you and met you like this, again, sorry—"

"Don't call me that!" tell dad with a tone of anger and high when interrupting, immediately makes me jerk in shock and clench lips tightly in closed eyes. Quietly, again, exhaling slowly, then the gaze sat down as it opened its eyes.

That violent clash actually made this determination barely collapse and collapse with eyes starting to sparkle. It was a weakness that really broke me. I really can't be snapped.

The faces of Firhan, Isti and mother again flashed through the crevices of the mind as I began to go down and empty.

I sighed and took another breath to strengthen my heart and determination, gathering the remnants of my nearly broken courage.

"Sorry, I just wanted to ask you something, which makes ... You're still mad at Firhan,"

He looked with a pointing and full of piercing. Father's gaze was so sharp and stiffened, yet it was still silent for a moment. Then, "From childhood, I educated him firmly, responsibility is also discipline. And, it was all for nothing just because of you! because I know you, my son's morale is broken. I don't think with his stupid thoughts, he could have impregnated you without any marriage ties."

Firhan didn't tell me the truth?

But, why?

"What makes you angry? Until the heart does not acknowledge your son again and willing to throw him out?"

My pandang carefully towards Dad. The expression of that face changed and he lowered his head at a glance.

I could see, there was a glimmer of longing and regret within the dark eyes of the middle-aged man.

Is it true of the vision I saw?

For a moment, this almost lost remnant of courage strengthened me again, grew more confident and rose up with a tinge that felt a little bit of a vitamin of encouragement.

"Since childhood, he was very passionate about education. In fact, his value has always made us proud, until he grew up. It was Firhan who always reminded us if we were wrong and solemn. ”

He took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily while looking up at the ceiling. “She's a good sister, for her sister. Exemplary students and students, for their teachers and lecturers. Wise and noble friends, to those around him. And, belonging to the most perfect father and mother. Yes, he is like our family angel,” he continued. "But, after he graduated at the dream University—we both seem to secretly he made it all ruined with his stupid dirty behavior!"

I looked at my father for a moment, his face sad and so disappointed as the puffy eyes glare out of nowhere, exploring in a memory that is disturbing his mind. Clearly, I could see on the twilight streak the face of a great figure who was always flattered at all times by Firhan, even to this day.

The sparkling eyes now I try to hide in my lowered eyes.

Sorry, Dad.

"You're right! Your education, about responsibility, discipline, decisiveness and angels, is never in vain and successfully held in high esteem,"

His face lifted, as he looked down like he was thinking of something that immediately turned his face to look at me. I smiled deeply into my twinkle eyes as these eyes boldly looked back at those questionable eyes that were so curious and could not believe what he had just heard.

"Yes, everything is right! And you managed to make Firhan a great person, "I took a breath, then smiled. "And also .. My angel! Just so you know, he never destroyed women, even as long as I was friendly with Firhan. All I know is that he has a lot of respect for women, as well as his friends. Yeah, Dad, your firhan, he helped me, helped cover up my disgrace. Helping a despicable girl in a time when no one else wanted to accept her, even seeing her disgust. But he, with all his humility and sincerity, forgot his dream just didn't want my disgrace to spread and shut his ears tight about his negative thoughts,”

I paused for a moment, lowered my head while closing my eyes, tried hard to hold back the tears as well as the feeling of tightness that began to hit this, then took a deep breath.

"Really! It's not Firhan who haunts me, is it! I was raped by a street drunk, my boyfriend Daniel left me. And Firhan, he came to save my life. How could he have forgotten the great risk, he was thinking at the time, not wanting this innocent baby in the womb to be a victim of abortion and also not wanting to let me alone be insulted by the disgrace that spreads everywhere and also makes me a victim of peopleperson.... “ my sentence stopped for a moment, and took another breath that increasingly painful and dry this throat. My tears have been floating in the eye.

“I'm proud, so proud to have an angel-hearted husband like Firham. To me, he's not disobedient. To me, he is moral and innocent. He simply followed his heart full of angels of glory, a heart made of gold of goodness,” I continued, then swallowed with great difficulty. I paused for a moment in a downcast look and quietly wiped away the tears that had managed to drip on the left eye. Then, for a moment I looked at the great man who was always idolized by my husband.

"Friends are proud of Firhan, why do you know his true nature yourself, not realizing it? Not realizing the kindness of your own son? I'm sorry, but I can't leave the heart that has so sincerely saved me. Leaving such an angelic heart full of kindness to me is unfair to her" I continued.

I wiped the tears, then reached into the bag and placed the golden black thing next to my father. "That's a gift from Firhan. He left this thing to me. He said, you really like Pianika and hear the music chant when blown. Again, sorry on behalf of my husband. But to me, this great anger of yours is because you love so much. But one thing you should know, he still considers you a great father and his best, first until anytime! Happy birthday, Dad. Thank you for your time and listen to all. I'm saying home. Assalamu’alaikum. " My sigh at the end of the sentence, then passed away leaving him whom I had seen shed tears at a glance, even without looking at me or saying a word.

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Along the way, I cried sobbing and stinging. Unexpectedly, my presence was devastating to Firhan. What doesn't make me understand is, why did he hide all this from his family, the real truth? I have to ask him this. I don't know what it is, my mother also told me that the man had been there, but she never told me. Moreover, tell me if dad is sick.

I knead the temple which began to throb and pain, then sigh heavily while leaning the body in the passenger seat of the car while closing the eyes. My eyes must have been very swollen and reddened because of this cry. Hopefully Firhan doesn't come home early and see a face like this.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" Ask Gun sir who glanced in the rearview.

I'm nodding. "It's okay. Everything will improve." My heart is still pinched by the temple.

"Are you sick? We can go to the doctor if you want,"

"No, there's no need. My head is just a little dizzy, but it's okay. Oh yeah, did Mister call you?" I asked at the end of the sentence, considering that my husband sometimes checks and controls me through my personal driver.

"Yes, but just ask the news of the madam,"

"You're telling us to the big master's house?"

"No madam, I only answered the thing that master asked me. Like I said, just ask you how you're doing,"

"good. Thank you, Mr. Gun. "

"Together, Madam. " Take him in the rearview mirror.

I still knead my temples and enjoy my body leaning against the back of the car seat. Just hear the sound of soft jazz music played by Mr. Gun. It feels a little tired. My eyes closed for a moment.

When I opened my eyes and looked out at the window, I saw the long-haired girl with yellowish-blonde paint volume with her brown skin standing as if waiting for something, as the car passed by.

"Dian?"

These two eyes did not look at him. Yeah, it's Dian. My best friend who disappeared the last few weeks. I don't know what's going on, but he's suddenly missing the news.

After asking the driver to stop, I approached the girl. "Dian, where have you been?"

As she turned her head, Dian's eyes twisted with a lazy expression and a look of cold eyes that were about to leave, yet I intercepted by holding her wrist.

"Wait a minute, we gotta talk! Why are you avoiding? Your phone number also cannot be reached. What was? Come on, please, talk?"

"I don't want to! And don't touch me" he shouted with eyes glaring furiously at his threat.

Those defensive eyes and sharp gazes hardened. Dian's eyes twisted again, as if disgusted as I looked at her questioningly and did not expect what was just heard in this listener's senses.

"What's? What's my fault, Dian? I really don't understand. You suddenly disappeared and dodged, then after we met, you said like that?"

He was indifferent and was about to leave, yet again, I intercepted by pulling that shoulder, forcing it to turn around and stay.

"Dian—"

"I HATE YOU AND DON'T BOTHER ME!" His cry was the same as the tears dripping down his cheeks. The gaze was still defensive and full of anger, but behind all that, I could see a glimmer of sadness— dislikes like this—in there.

What's wrong with her?

A sigh of resignation rang out and kept this hand away from the girl's shoulder. My eyes sparkled looking at that stiff glare in his eyes, yet still remained defensive and glared sharply.

"What's up, Dian? Wh why? Why have you changed? What's wrong with you?" I urged in a demanding tone, trying to understand by looking deeper into the glare of those empty eyes. But, he turned his face away and screeched.

"I don't like Firhan loving you! Clear, right?"

The confession that suppressed each vocabulary made these tears instantly drip down the cheek, along with the tears that trickled down the last sentence while raising his face. It feels like this chest is tight and rumbling. My body immediately felt weak.

What did he say? No like? A firhan? Loving Firhan? What's up with all this? So, all this time, my best friend secretly loved my husband?

“Either what possessed him, no matter what happened to him, he may have made a decision ***** by marrying a cheap girl like you, even want to be a father who is not clear who the owner of the seed. You should realize who you are, cheap! You took it from me! Never mind, don't bother me again! Remember, you were never my best friend at all,” he said furiously as he pointed at me by pressing his vocabulary, then left.

I stood there staring with a million questions, aware of everything and the words kept replaying in the brain and senses of this listener, like a broken cassette.

Really, it felt increasingly tight and rumbling in the chest, very painful with this reality. The throat feels dry, sore and choked. Again the tears flowed freely, realizing reality for the sake of reality revealed, especially the painful sentence that for the first time, the girl said like that

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