Not Mahram
Chapter 8's
Adelard stared at the nominal amount so much in his account. He smiled cunningly. He is sure that after this what he wants will be achieved.
"There's data coming in. He's invested 50 million in us."
"good. I like that.. "
Adelard smiled again. For 2 years he has been in the online investment business that has been trusted by many people. He sat in his chair, turning to the right and to the left slowly. While a right hand was in front of him it had already passed out of his room. The door of the room opened again. Ciara came while carrying ready-to-eat food in her hands.
"Sorry I'm late. It's freezing outside. Looks like a snowstorm is coming soon."
"No problem. You're here alone?"
"of course. Have you seen it often?"
"Tomorrow weekend. How are you related to the office's son. Any developments? Maybe you could spend the weekend with him.."
"The plan is so. But I feel like there's something bad after this.. "
"You mean?"
Ciara. Can't explain something that isn't necessarily true for him. But the weekend schedule with a man he knew 4 months suddenly made him doubtful.
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Sofia stopped her steps, so accidentally she passed a mosque in a residential complex not far from where she lived.
A sweet smile. The friendly face and the look of the bearer was so calm that Sofia could not stop looking at the young man inside the mosque. The young man was seen sitting cross-legged, while in front of him many children were doing learning activities as Sofia often saw during her stay in the country.
"Geez, what's wrong with me?" Sofia hurriedly dispelled with the content of her current thinking. He chose to go from there, coinciding with the moment when accidentally the man had seen him.
"Bule, that's so pretty. White again. That's his yellowish-brown hair must have been a native birth.." interrupted two young mothers who are now commenting on it.
Sofia again snorted in annoyance. This is the umpteenth time he heard the kusuk shoes of mothers around the complex who like to talk about it.
"Why is it, women from there are on average tall? What the hell are they eating? And yes, if we look at the movies, they only eat wheat bread, eggplant, sausage, lettuce, tomatoes, milk. Maybe a little rice or often eat ready-to-eat. Do they feel full?"
"Yes, he may be full. They are used to it from a small age. But look at genetics too, Buk! That's why their bodies are high. Even the young can look mature.."
"But he realized it? If she's the same husband as a lip in our complex? In short, he is a newcomer. Maybe move the country domicile. But ogah ogahan that mingle or just greet us here. So arrogant!"
Sofia tries not to care about it all. He hastened his steps towards where he worked. It turns out that adapting in this city is not easy for him. He's one roof with Daniel alone already considered husband and wife.
"Why are they so annoying? It's very disturbing!"
"Are they not able to respect someone's privacy? God, if it wasn't for Daniel and his advice. I'm not going to follow her will..!"
Sofia called Daniel immediately. It's been 3 days that the man's been out of town.
"Hello?"
"Daniel, when are you coming home?"
"You miss me?"
"Yes! Sure oes. I miss hitting your face.. "
"I don't care what you do as long as you don't get caught! I just wanted to let you know that there's one script coming up in a minute. You should go home soon to-"
Tut's.. Tut's.. Tut's..
On the other hand, Daniel was finally forced to cut his connection with Sofia. While the middle-aged man before him looked gloomy. Both are currently sitting in the queue of a local bank.
"Is everything okay, sir?"
"Thank God I'm good, son. I feel very sorry for Daniel. I owe so much.. "
Daniel sat down next to the middle-aged man. Then hold the back of the hand that has been wrinkled due to inedible age.
"What matters now is paid off, sir." Daniel smiled. "It's great to help you. It is precisely I who thank you for helping me to adapt in this country since 5 years ago.."
The middle-aged man smiled. Daniel was silent for a moment. Just looking at her two eyes, reminded her of Nafisah. So much like father and son.
"That's nothing, son of Daniel. My wife has been sick for 3 years. Even the blood vessels in the brain rupture. The medical costs are not fully covered by health insurance so I have to seek debt. Although we have many families, but not always do we expect help from them? Thank God for helping me through you. So, what else can I do for you, son?"
"I mean Father?"
"I mean, let's just say it's a reward from me.."
Daniel was silent. He looked at Father Nafisah in front of him. Then no matter why, he suddenly thought about his future, with Nafisah in it.
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Pensive breath, he stared at the picture frame of his wedding 6 years ago. A simple wedding. He should be happy. But destiny says something else. At the age of 30 years, he should probably already have a baby, a good marriage, or at least a faithful husband.
"Why did you hurt me so deeply, Mom? Even because of those bad memories, my heart was already covered by anyone."
"That's why I didn't think about needing love. By itself, it does not mean pathetic. But I started a process in which I had to slowly organize my heart. Didn't that happiness come from my heart first?"
Finally Nafisah opened the picture frame. After that he took the scissors and cut the middle until he set himself aside. While the part of the face of the deceased husband then she squeezed and threw it into the trash.
"Age of 16 years, my honor was taken by another man. After the age I got married, it turns out that the figure of the husband is not home for me... " The breath smiles wryly.
"Then in polygamy. A patient wife in polygamy will get the reward. But, are there not many ways to get a reward without having to want to be in polygamy? As a wife, I don't want to be duaakan, but why do you deny it and even lie to me? He said you loved me, promised you wouldn't let me down. But secretly you have a son and a wife behind me... "
Nafisah took off the wedding ring that had been embedded in her finger for 6 years. There was already no room in his heart for any man to occupy him.
"Betrayed? In disappointment? Trust that has been lost, especially made the second? Can I still trust another man after this?"
...****...
...Not easy if in position Nafisah 😣 ...
...Must be the same trauma as love let alone marriage. ...
...Thanks for reading. Healthy always for you.. ...
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