My Choice of Woman

Episode 13's

It has been two days since Ilham did not return to the mother's house. Farah more often daydreamed in her room, looking up at the sky. His body is in this house but not with his mind. Mother knows this.

This makes Mother sad. Why did Ilham ignore Farah's calls and text messages?

Finally Mother intervened to help her two children.Bunda called Ilham, with a slightly raised tone. Mother told me everything. And at the end Mother asks until she forces Inspiration to return to her mother's house immediately.

Someone who was waiting for it came a few hours after calling Mother. Inspiration came home with an angry face. Why are you more concerned about Farah than her career. Inspiration upset, he should not accept the matchmaking. Mother had a great quarrel with Inspiration, to the extent that their voices were heard all the way to Farah's room.

Farah came out of her room and saw her scolding Ilham. Inspiration is silent, he does not want to be too out of control. Anyhow a guilty Inspiration.

“Mother never knows how to bother me if I have to go to work from Mother's house, for two days I came home to my own house does not do anything! Mommy should understand about this!” firmly Ilham.

“If you live in your house, why not pick up Farah!” reply Mother.

“What Mother forgot! Doesn't Mommy want a friend when I go to work? Why did I bring that woman.”

Farah only saw the debate between Mother and Inspiration from far away. Farah cried when Inspiration said so. Why do the emotions of Inspiration explode? Farah was still crying, her heart ached hearing the words of Inspiration.

“She's your wife Inspiration! He's part of your responsibility.”

“Now what do you want Mother?”

“If you choose to stay at your house, please take Farah with you Ilham,” Mother sobbing.

Mother tells Yu Minem to help Farah pack Farah's clothes and belongings into the suitcase. Now Farah will stay one roof with Inspiration.

Everything is packed, placed in the car Ilham. actually mother heavy heart to release Farah, but she will live with Insham. Maybe that's the solution to the current problem. After all, you can still visit them at other times.

What should this woman stay with me for!

Inspiration snorted in annoyance, cursing in heart.

Ilham's car has left the front yard of Mother's house. Now he's one car with Farah. The journey creates silence more often. Farah sat in the front passenger seat next to Ilham's steering chair. Farah just stared blankly at the scenery that alternated on the road from behind the car window. Ilham was still upset, choosing silence while driving.

Lumanyan long distance between Mother's house and the house of Ilham. can be said cross city. The house of Ilham is in a big city. Farah was still busy with her thoughts. What if he lived together in the house of Inspiration, whether his treatment was the same as when in the house of Mother. I don't know. This is more often a unique mystery to know.

Ilham turned in a residential alley, it turns out that Ilham's house is not so far from the highway about 200 meters. The house of Inspiration looks luxurious, although not as large as the house of the Mother. Enter the front yard of the house many flowers are neatly arranged. Farah was forced to go inside.

“Happy noon Mister?” said the middle-aged woman who opened the door of Ilham's house.

Ilham nodded. “Please Bu Tin, prepare one room for him.” Inspiration pointed towards Farah.

Farah smiled at Mrs Tin.

“Sorry Sir, who is he?” Mrs Tin asked.

“Let her alone explain!” firmly Ilham.

Mrs Tin nodded. Ilham lifted a suitcase and some boxes containing – items belonging to Farah. Mrs Tin prepared the room Farah would occupy.

After all Farah's belongings were taken down from Ilham's car. He immediately left again, driving the car without saying goodbye to Farah.

Farah can know all, Ilham has not received Farah. Maybe not now, hopefully for sure another day of Inspiration will accept Farah. That's the faith Farah holds. He believes that tomorrow anything can happen.

“Sorry, Miss ..?” said Bu Tin disperse Farah's daydream.

“My name is Farah Bu,” replied Farah with a friendly smile.

“My wife is Ilham Bu Tin.”

Bu Tin was aghast, still trying to digest the words Farah said.

“Iya, I was just married to Ilham mas a few days ago, indeed my marriage with Ilham mas in the title in closed.” Farah explained.

Farah knew that the expression that Mrs Tin was showing that might not believe her or maybe the woman she was talking to was a great storyteller. Whatever it is, what is clearly happening is actually Farah and Ilham officially become a married couple.

“Good Miss, your room is ready,” said Bu Tin.

Farah moved from her place, carrying a box containing her belongings. Mrs Tin also helped carry Farah's suitcase into the room. They arranged the contents of the room according to Farah's wishes.

“Bu Tin, usually mas Ilham home from work what time?” farah asked on the sidelines to arrange this item on the table.

“Master usually comes home around eight o'clock at night, but if there's a job it can be late at night Miss. Like yesterday, sir came home at two in the morning. Looks like tonight you're home on time. Because the work with the tenders is done,” replied Bu Tin explained.

Apparently, Mrs Tin knew about Ilham more than his wife.

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Now it's time to cook dinner for Ilham. Mrs Tin was shocked that Farah offered to help. Ms. Tin was used to cooking food for her master alone without help from anyone else.

Farah was happy to help Tin ma'am cook. Hopefully the cuisine this time can arouse the taste of Ilham.

After finishing cooking, Farah prepared everything as good as possible at the dinner table. Arrange plates, spoons, forks and napkins. Farah finally got ready, took a shower and put on her best clothes, to welcome her husband.

Farah waited for him on the sofa while watching television in the living room. Just as Mrs Tin said, Ilham came home on time. Eight o'clock at night.

As soon as Ilham entered his house, Farah volunteered to carry the Ilham bag containing the document.

“Assalamu’alaikuum,” greetings Ilham as he entered into his house.

“Wa’alaikumussalam warahmatullah wabarakatuh,” Farah replied greetings from Ilham. “I brought the bag mas.”

“Not necessary! I can bring it myself!” firmly Ilham.

“Then, I want to eat first. I've prepared your favorite meal at the dinner table. We eat first.”

“I'm not hungry! You don't have to do something like this!”

“Why? Why Mas? I'm your wife, my duty is to serve you Mas.”

“I don't need that!”

Inspiration passed to his room. Farah followed Ilham behind sobbing.

“And one more! Don't ever expect me to room with you like a husband and wife! Me and you sleep in different rooms!”

“Why did you do this? Did I make a mistake, so Mas treated me like this?!” Farah could not bear to cry. Her tears just flow.

“Iya, your mistake. Why are you making me hate you so much!”

Inspiration came into his room, closing the door violently.