Regrets After the Farewell

Chapter 32.

"Safia, I'm going to the office first, there's an important meeting I have to attend this morning. Oh yes, in the guest room there is my best friend, later if he wakes up, please tell him that I'm gone!" henrik said to Safia shortly after eating breakfast on the table.

The man was already very neat with a black suit attached to his body. Despite that, Safia was completely unwilling to look at him. For Safia, one's good looks are not a yardstick, she always keeps her eyes down when talking to the man.

Safia knows who she is and how she is in the house, she does not want to be considered taking advantage of the opportunity, let alone she is not at all interested in the man.

For Safia, Hendrik was nothing more than an employer. Although the man had already forbidden her from doing homework, Safia was still adamant about her stance.

He does not want to ride for free without doing anything, especially he is very happy to do homework, so his mind on Salman can be a little distracted.

But who would have thought it turned out that this world was only as wide as the leaves of Moringa, as far as Safia tried to avoid, now fate even make them under the same roof. What would happen if the two men met again?

Perhaps for Salman it will be the greatest happiness of his life, but what about Safia?

Would she be happy to see her husband again, or vice versa?

After Hendrik passed away leaving the house, Safia rushed to clean the dining table and put dirty dishes in the kitchen. A waiter took over Safia's job and washed the dishes.

"Sir, I'll go to the room for a second. If your best friend wakes up, please tell him that you've been to the office!" safia said with a misty look.

Yes, these two days Safia's body seems to be unhealthy. His head is often dizzy and his stomach feels stifling, but somehow his appetite is increasing like a person who has not eaten for days.

Sometimes he felt embarrassed when accompanying Hendrik to eat, he himself did not know what made him turn into a very greedy.

After Wati the waiter responded to her request, Safia left the kitchen in a hurry.

But when his feet approached the door of the guest room, suddenly Safia's blood rippled, his heart that had been normal instantly beat like it was in a running race.

Stuffed up?

Yes, Safia's chest suddenly tightened so it was difficult for her to breathe. He was flabbergasted at the side of the closet and stuck one of his hands there. He himself did not understand what was happening to him.

"Oh my God, it hurts a lot." Safia groaned as she massaged her chest. As long as he knew, he had no history of heart disease, but why did everything suddenly feel so painful?

When Safia was still silent next to the display cabinet, suddenly her ears heard the sound of the door knob being pressed and then the door creaked very clearly.

Safia, who was unable to walk, was forced to brace herself to step into the room next door. Safia did not want others to see her situation.

"Hey," exclaimed Salman when the corner of his eye accidentally caught Safia's back, just seconds after the woman disappeared, leaving Salman frowning in confusion.

Although Salman was drunk last night, but he can still remember what Hendrik said at the bar. He thought maybe that woman was what his best friend meant, but unfortunately Salman did not have time to see his face.

"Woman freak" muttered Salman, then left the place and went into the dining room.

Just as Salman put his butt in the chair, Wati went straight to him and asked what kind of drink his best friend wanted. "What do you want to drink, sir?"

"Coffee only" said Salman casually, but his eyes still pointed at the door of the room not far from where he sat.

Salman was very curious about the woman. As beautiful as he is so able to melt the heart of a class playboy like his best friend Hendrik.

"Who was that woman?" salman asked Wati who had just returned with a cup of coffee.

"Which woman, sir?" ask Wati back.

"That was the one that went into the room next to the guest room" Salman explained.

"Oh, that's Miss Safia. His friend Mr. Hendrik," replied Wati as is.

"Safia?"

Salman's blood suddenly flowed profusely spurting his sudden heartbeat pulsating as fast as a typhoon. Hearing that name alone had made him want to die standing at that instant.

"Are you sure her name is Safia?" salman asked making sure with a sharp gaze implied such great curiosity.

Is it possible that Safia is his wife? But how could Safia live in a house with Hendrik?

Didn't Hendrik say the woman met him in the village? Did Safia get that far to escape from him?

"Where are you going?" wati exclaimed as Salman suddenly got up from his seat and left the dining table just like that. He had not even had time to sip the coffee that Wati had made for him.

Because of his high curiosity, Salman no longer cares about Wati. He continued walking until his feet approached the door of Safia's room.

Salman knocked on the door slowly, unfortunately there was no word from inside.

However, Salman is still reluctant to walk away from that door. He focused one palm on the frame, he would not be able to calm down before knowing who the woman really was.

Salman kept knocking it, again Safia did not reply at all.

Salman then pressed the knob and tried to push the door, but it turned out that the door was locked from the inside, Salman did not understand how to get in and ascertain who the woman really was.

"Safia, please open the door! Is this you? Are you my wife? Please Safia, it's me Salman, your husband." exclaimed the man softly, he had lost his mind because of the great hope in his heart.

Salman hopes that the woman is really Safia's wife, he cannot leave the house before getting an answer to the curiosity that shackles his soul.

Inside, Safia was suddenly stunned by the side of the bed, she could clearly hear what Salman had just said.

Instantly Safia's chest returned to pain until the feeling of tightness was increasingly whack, it was difficult for her to breathe normally.

"I'm sorry, Salman. I'm indeed your wife, but I can't see you, I've lost, I don't want to see your face anymore." Safia's inner voice with sparkling eyes held the liquid that suddenly pooled in her eyelids.

Although it feels too heavy, Safia tries to strengthen herself and convince her that their relationship can no longer be saved.

Wh-wh-what for? All have been damaged by the carelessness of Salman himself. Had Salman not hurt her this deep, perhaps Safia would have been so happy to open the door for her.

But the situation is no longer the same, Safia must sincerely accept the fact that Salman is not her match. Safia also believes that someday they will both be happy with their respective choices.

Although Safia was no longer eager to open her heart to any man, she gave up.