My madam, my poison
(POV Author) Wrong love
(POV Author)
Fatimah who was busy chatting with Azzurra over the phone snapped in shock when Darren suddenly entered the room. He quickly ended the conversation and put his phone back on the nightstand.
"Who did you call?" ask Darren.
"Ehm-ehm. I didn't call anyone."
"You think I didn't hear your talk?"
"Yes, I did. I just called Azzurra."
"From this day on no longer need to communicate with the woman."
"Well, why, Mas?" Fatimah frowned.
"You obey your husband if you don't want to be called an ungodly wife."
"Is there something you're hiding from me, Mom? I know who Azzura is. She is an honest and sincere woman. I could see from the look in his eyes that he was earnest with what he said."
The mood was silent for a moment.
"What is Azzura Mas Darren's younger brother?" ask Fatimah.
"I don't know that woman."
"We've been married for more than two years and I understand very well when you lie. I wouldn't dare look me in the eye when I speak."
"I'm not hiding anything, and I don't have a sister. Looks like your friend misunderstood people" Darren said.
"Where could Zura carelessly acknowledge people as his family?"
"That's it. I don't want to waste time discussing unimportant things."
Darren took off the shirt he was wearing and replaced it with another shirt he took from inside the wardrobe. At three o'clock this afternoon he had to get to the campus because he had to fill out the afternoon courses.
Darren leaves home after his father, a company owner, falls into poverty due to a fire. While the mother, Regina managed to pick up valuables when the fire disaster occurred and leave afterwards. Only a few weeks after the fire, Bimantara Prasetyo who was none other than his biological father died. Darren was lucky enough, with his S2 diploma and the help of one of his college friends, he managed to get a job as a lecturer at a university. Darren also used to be his life is not necessarily the direction even so far from the path of God. It was thanks to his friend's guidance that he finally returned to the right path. While his meeting with Vania three years ago is also arguably an accident. The two met when Vania or who has now changed her name to Fatimah was trying to end her life by crashing herself in a speeding vehicle. That's when Darren's car came by. Apparently Vania is desperate because her boyfriend broke up with her and married another girl. Long story short, Vania and Darren fall in love with each other. Darren invites Vania to marry on the condition that she has to leave her job at the nightclub. The name of Vania was changed to Fatimah. Not only his name changed, Darren can also change the appearance of Fatimah who used to often spread the aura to a woman who wore shar'i clothes.
"What time is it coming home?" ask Fatimah.
"God willing, I'll go home at dinner" Darren replied.
"Be careful, Mas" said Fatimah as she kissed the back of Darren's hand.
"Assalamu'alaikum."
"Getishalight."
"Why did Darren not want to acknowledge Azzurra as his sister? Is there anything in the past that made Darren so hate Zura?" fatimah Gumam.
*****
Upon arrival at the campus, Darren went straight to the lecturers' room. He was preparing the materials that would be given to his students. There was no one in the room because only he taught in the afternoon at the university. In the morning, he taught at another university.
"Sir Darren…"
Darren took his eyes off the laptop when suddenly someone was standing in the middle of the door.
"Whoa…"
Widya is one of the students under her guidance.
"I have something for Mr. Darren" he said, handing Darren a box.
"What's this?"
"Farly old father. Today is February 14th. You don't know what day it is?"
"No, my handsome lecturer sir."
"Want to?"
"February 14th is Valentine's Day" the girl said.
"What is Valentine's Day?"
"Valentine's Day is a day of love. On this day people will give chocolates or flowers to the people they care about."
"So, is this chocolate for me?" ask Darren. Widya nodded quickly.
"thank you. Let my wife eat this chocolate. I have an allergy to chocolate."
"God. This chocolate is for you, not for your wife." Widya nodded her face.
"I'm allergic to chocolate and peanuts. That's why I'm gonna give this chocolate to my wife."
"Yes already, here's the chocolate. I'd rather eat it myself than eat it!"
Darren let it go when Widya took the pink box back from her hand.
The eighteen-year-old girl has the full name Widya Aprilia. First semester student majoring in accounting. Since the first day Darren taught at the college, Widya has shown interest. He didn't even ask for Darren's phone number. He didn't mind Darren's married status. Even he openly expressed his admiration for the lecturer who is now thirty-five years old.
"When did you accept me as your boyfriend?" ask Widya.
"What are you talking about? He was married, and soon his wife gave birth. All this time I've only thought of you as a sister, nothing more."
"My wife must be fierce, huh? So you're scared."
Darren smiles.
"This is not a matter of father's wife fierce or not. For me, marriage is a commitment. Apart from the father's wife, marriage is a promise to God. So you don't dare mess with the promise you made."
"But, Sir. I cannot deny this feeling. The more I disavow, the more I fall in love with you."
"Widya, you're still very young. You better focus on your college. Later in time you will meet the man who will be your soul mate. We're in class now. The other students must have been waiting."
Darren moved out of his seat and was about to step out of the room. Unexpectedly, Widya slammed into his arms.
"Astaghfirullah's. Widya, don't do this. If anyone sees, it will be slander!"
Darren tried to let go of Widya's tightly coiled hand on her waist. But the girl hugged him tighter.
"I love you, Father" he said.
"sorry. You can't accept your feelings."
Widya who is being dominated by blind love seems to be getting desperate. He tiptoed to grab the head of the lecturer and tried to kiss his lips.
"What the fuck!"
Darren gasped in surprise when suddenly someone entered the room.
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