Safaries

The safarah 3

Virhan's hand is still around my waist, "We're going to yuk's room!" Whisper Virhan in my ear.

" Dad.." I pinched Virhan's waist.

" False you." My whisper.

" Kangen." Virhan again whispered.

Virhan sniffed my cheek repeatedly. Like a hungry lion.

Because it was too fun, Virhan and I did not realize the arrival of mama, Virhan,

" Virhan, are you home? Change clothes! And we eat together." Mom's orders. Mama's face hardened to see Virhan mas making out with me, while Fatimah just looked down.

And like a buffalo on his nose, Virhan immediately did the order of mama.

" A minute, baby." Virhan rubbed my shoulder.

Virhan came into our room. Alone without me, when he always asked for help to choose his clothes. Agggrhhhh!!! Why is everything like Dejavu?

" Let's wait at the table for a meal." Bring mama.

Fatimah and I followed behind my mom.

Fatimah was sitting next to Mama, they looked very familiar. An atmosphere that my mother did not get when she was with me.

Oh right, there's one change I can catch, mama can smile sweetly at me when I'm almost done putting her son back in power.

Mas Virhan has changed clothes, knee-length jeans, with his flagship shirt in black. So contrast on his skin that is pure white.

" What a handsome husband..." I secretly praised Virhan in my heart. Virhan chose to sit next to me.

Fatimah and Mama started filling her plate with rice and side dishes.

While Virhan put his plate on me.

" Fill yes! Long time no wife." Sindir mas Virhan cengengesan.

Mama stared intently at me, until I became clumsy. Refused or...

" Safety..." Call Virhan mas.

" E. yes, yes." I grabbed the plate and began to fill the rice and side dishes like Virhan.

" Han, this is Fatimah's favorite quail egg soup." Mama was about to pour the soup into Virhan's plate.

But Virhan refused. " Virhan doesn't like it, ma."

Fatimah was shocked to hear Virhan's words. Throughout lunch he just looked down.

Virhan's legs touched my feet until I was surprised to eat.

I'm lyrically Virhan who smiles triumphantly.

Is this a man who misses his wife? At the dinner table alone, his feet could wander everywhere.

" Virhan, what's so funny?" Mom asked, feeling strange.

" O. anu ma, the food is good." Mas Virhan was nervous about getting a reprimand from mama.

" It's Fatimah's cooking." Sela mom.

"O."

Oh my, mas. That's your response short. I smiled a little.

Silence accompanied our lunch. Sometimes Fatimah would steal a glance at both of us.

Looks like Fatimah has fallen for my husband.

The legs of Virhan back nudged my legs, slowly but surely I pinched his thigh.

" Ouuu..." Shouts spontaneous.

" Virhan what's wrong?" My mother half shouted.

" Sa-sick ma. Thorny."

" But with thorns? What spines? Does shrimp cook have a durin?" Mom looked strangely at both of us.

" Eh..iya.so that was ?" Mas Virhan pretended to be stupid and innocent.

Lunch is over. Something more exciting than anything.

Virhan is still faithfully sitting next to me. Occasionally his hand tickled at my waist.

Mama and Fatimah joined us in the living room.

I heard the heavy breathing of my mother-in-law.

" Safarah.as you know.this is Fatimah, the woman you chose to accompany Virhan." Mama's words without stale bases.

Duhai mama-in-law.was made of what your heart was, until not the slightest bit of your compassion saw me.

I smiled even though my chest was tight. Mas Virhan clasped my hands tightly as if he knew I was asphyxiated to accept this fact.

" lady... Eight years I borrowed Virhan from mom." I took a breath for a moment.

" It's time I gave Virhan's full body back to mama. For the sake of mama's happiness, for the sake of the throne of this family's successor... And for the title of the father that Virhan had long wanted. Insha'allah... Safarah will sincerely release Virhan mas.

Yep. Eventually those words came out of my mouth.

" Thank you, Safarah. Mama thanks the greatness of your heart. Soon Fatimah and Virhan will be getting married. Is that Fatimah?"

" Ehm.i-iya" replied Fatimah nervously.

I looked at Fatimah carefully.

Seeing my gaze, Fatimah lowered her head and became clumsy.

" Virhan, as we've already talked about. You're willing to marry Fatimah, aren't you?" Ask your mother about her favorite son.

Virhan was silent for a long time. Silent. Only occasionally did he hear a heavy sigh in Virhan.

The grip on my hand grew tighter.

" Safety..."

Vibrating already the voice of Virhan mas. I know it's very hard for him.

" I'm sorry Safarah.I can't keep our promise to age together."

Virhan was crying in front of us. This is the second time Virhan has cried.

The first time when saying Ijab qabul in front of papa and the second time when he will divorce me.

I rubbed my man's shoulder, "mas... Don't grieve. God willing, this is the best way for me, you are also my mother."

" I love you, Safarah..." Virhan wiped his wet eyes.

" Mommy, I love you too. But.. God doesn't tell us to be together." I said tough ass.

" Ma, does anyone want to talk about it again? If not, then Safarah will return." I'm getting ready to stand up.

" I'm taking Safarah!" Virhan stood up.

" Virhan!" Mama stood up. Like no permission if Virhan's taking me home.

" No need, my mother. I can do it myself. Teach me to be independent, because for the days ahead, I'll do everything myself." I grabbed my mother's hand and kissed her with reverence. Even though he doesn't like me, I try to respect him at all times.

I also shook hands with Fatimah, "may your relationship last. And.you're mama's best companion of choice."

I left my mother-in-law's palace with a gaping wound. Two dots, my tears came down. I quickly guess. I don't want to look weak in front of anyone. What's in front of my mother-in-law.

I'm out of the gate. But the call from Virhan's mas forced me to turn back, "Safarah..."

Mas Virhan ran towards me, pulled my hand. " Come!" He led me to his parked sports car.

" Login!" Pinta mas Virhan with an expanding smile opened the car door.

For a moment I glanced at the door of my mother's house, there was Fatimah who was watching us.

" Come fast! Before you change your mind." Mas Virhan pushed my body until I became shrewd.

After I managed to get in, Virhan closed the car door and immediately ran into the door of the car. Virhan is by my side.

The car engine was turned on, the car drove away from the yard of the mother's house.

We stayed long enough. Playing with each other's minds. Every now and then I glanced at Virhan, my handsome husband who could not dwell under the mastery of mama.

After a long silence, I opened up a conversation between us, "why take me home, mas?"