Safaries

The safarah 15

"Hi man...Word."

With his gentle mas Word reached out his hand to introduce himself.

After a little while, Virhan's mas stretched out his hand as well, now they shake each other.

" Virhan." Virhan mas said lethargic.

" Our names are almost the same, man." Firman laughed a little.

Looking at Virhan's bent face, I can read Virhan's mind. There must be something he doesn't like.

Virhan borrowed Fatimah's cell phone.

" What the hell is this guy going to do?" I murmured in my heart.

The tring!

One message came in from Fatimah's cell phone number,

(you owe an explanation, safarah.)

I looked at Virhan, but he pretended to be a bitch.

" What explanation do you want, ma'am?" Say my heart again.

Is Virhan jealous of the presence of the Word here?

As long as we met, Virhan was silent. Sometimes he plays his phone. It seemed that he was not interested in talking to many things.

Another thing with mas Firman, he's a humorous person.

It was not only me who laughed at the joke, Fatimah laughed with us.

Mas Virhan looked at the clock on his wrist, "we're home."

" Hm.iya mas. Ma'am, ma'am, we go home first. Mas Firman, trust me, mbak Safarah is a good man."

" I know. Our doain is lasting... It can be halal." Firman blinked his eyes.

What the fuck is this.why get to halal? Our conversation hasn't been there yet.

Mas Firman and Virhan shook hands, they were like whispering and followed by laughter by the Word.

What are they talking about?

***

Fatimah and I decided to take a walk to the beach. Damnit damnit! Why do I see the figure of Safarah with another man?

A jealous flame was burning in my chest. If I don't remember getting divorced, I might have pulled Safarah's hand from here. And don't forget to leave the raw bogem to the man who dared to take the path of the woman of my dreams.

His name is Word, tall and white man. I was just guessing about his job. It looks like.he's a mine worker. I understand model men like Word.

Men with a lot of jokes, make me feel sick of lingering near them.

I sent a message to Safarah. I asked for his explanation.

Just wait for Safarah.I'll meet you and ask for an explanation from you.

***

After a week of jealousy, I finally chose to meet Safarah.

Faster is better.

I came to see him at the cafe.

He who was still sweeping the courtyard, looked graceful and simple, whereas he was only wearing a home negligee.

He looked surprised to see me coming alone without Fatimah.

" dude? What's up?"

Without waiting in the pangilah with his leisure I sat on the chair.

Safarah put the broom in her hand.

" Want a drink, mas?"

Uh. Safarah.hatiku feels full when he still offers me a drink.

" Don't bother." Refuse smooth.

He sat across. " Is there a need, mas?"

" Who's the Word? How close is your relationship?"

" It's important to you, ma'am?" Safarah asked without seeing me.

" important. I need to know Safarah."

" We're divorced, ma'am. You have continued to live with Fatimah. While I. I still walk in place mas. I'm still imprisoned, locked up. Don't you want me to continue living?" Safarah looked at me with a probing look.

I shudder in horror. Never did I get an extreme stare from Safarah.

" Safarah.that's not what I meant. I. I certainly want you to be happy. But.. I need to know what kind of man is approaching you?"

" Dad, even a good man doesn't guarantee he can defend me in front of his family."

I felt insinuated with the words of Safarah.

" Dad, pray we're happy. We are lasting, just pray He can guide me and most importantly can accept all my shortcomings."

" Safarah.is it wrong if I still love you?"

" Certainly wrong. You have to kill the love in your heart. You must prioritize Fatimah and your future child who will be born from the womb of Fatimah."

" I can't Safarah.I can't kill this love. I'm more or less incapable." I was upset to see Safarah not loving me anymore.

" Come home, mom! Back to Fatimah. Trust me, if Fatimah was your choice. He will have a positive impact on your mom and on your own. Assume we never married. And if God opens the way, I will have a serious relationship with the Word."

Safarah left me alone outside. That's Safarah now to me.

What should I do to keep Safarah from connecting with other men?

I was in front of the Safarah cafe. Disappointment enveloped my heart.

Am I among the greedy men who want two women in my life?

Tok.dok...

" Safarah.please open the door.

Just this time I was begging in front of a woman.

" We need to talk to Safarah..." I said with a weakened voice. I hope the safarah will come out if it weakens. In fact I was wrong, Safarah changed with her heart wound.

After despair, I chose to go home, but my steps were stopped by the arrival of the Man who would grab the attention of Safarah.

" Hey man..." Sweep friendly.

I just smiled thinly. My mood's gone.

" There is a need with Safarah?" Ask probing.

" It's none of your business, Safarah's not home." My lies.

" Oh yeah?"

This man did not believe.

" I'm first, man." I said as I passed in front of this man.

My car is moving at high speed.

Shit!!!!

***

The days I spent were cringe-worthy. Want to be angry, but do not know who will be exposed to. To talk to Fatimah there is only a sense of reluctance.

I saw Fatimah emerge from the kitchen, her face covered with sweat. Sometimes I see him withstanding pain.

" Where are you?" Askaqua.

He did not answer, occasionally exhaling.

He came closer to me, "Hey, please pray for me just this once.."

I listened to his request. Does he know what prayers I say all the time?

" If the weight asks on my behalf, at least for the child who is in my womb." He said with a smile.

" A.I must be praying, you." My lies.

" Thank you, ma'am..." He said while kissing my cheek.

Tumben once! What's wrong with her? If I had not started it, it would have been snow, cold and frozen.

***

" Virhan!"

Mom's voice was deafening.

I covered it with a pillow.

Because she didn't wake up, she shook my body.

" Wakeup! Let's get Fatimah to the hospital." Shouted mom in the ear.

I got up when I heard the word hospital.

" Let's get ready soon." Mom's orders.

" Fatimah why, ma?"

" The husband is not responsible."

Mama left me with a long rep.

I immediately washed my face, and immediately met Fatimah in the living room.

His face paled, even his face occasionally endured pain.

What happened to Fatimah?

Yuk...