Safaries

The safarah 8

Fatimah was a victim of my mother's selfishness. And I never held the slightest grudge against Fatimah. I believe, Fatimah is a good woman who can take care of Virhan much better than me.

Fatimah approached us. We hugged three. At this moment we don't care about other people's jobs.

" Sir.forgive me..." Fatimah was crying as she pleased."

" There's no need to apologize, Fatimah. Be a good wife to Virhan." My message to Fatimah.

Really am! This is the most blue moment of my life...

After the crying, the photo session began.

The photographer directed Virhan and Fatimah to pose. Virhan hugged Fatimah from behind. Mas Virhan had a glance at me, but I threw away my gaze. Pretending to be busy chatting with Nadia.

Every now and then Nadia rubbed my back, "be patient, ma'am..."

***

Virhan's wedding is not over yet, but I choose to say goodbye first. This path I choose so that my heart will not be hurt more to see the intimacy displayed by Fatimah.

I gave a gift to Virhan, "I'm going home..." I salami Virhan's hand, "I'm knocking the hammer on the green table mas." My message to Virhan.

Then I hugged Fatimah, "safe ya..."

" Thank you, mbak.."

After saying goodbye to Virhan's family, I chose to go home with Nadia.

In the car, I shed my cry. " God, am I capable..." Wail me pilu. Not only was my heart just messed up, I was sure my appearance was already disheveled.

***

In a different place, Virhan had just finished his bath.

Her wedding to Fatimah has just finished.

The night is crawling. All the families are still gathered in their homes. Many are tempting them to immediately join in the room.

Fatimah was chatting with her cousins.

I chose to go into the room. For a moment I kissed Safarah's clothes that were still left behind. Clothes that still scented perfume and his body became a panacea for me. My medicine on Safarah.

Since Safarah left, I have never changed the fragrance in this room. Safarah's favorite fragrance is still my favorite.

I typed Safarah's number, intending to call her.

But the number was completely out of touch, "what's wrong with him?"

Luckily I had Nadia's number, and I called Nadia's number immediately,

(Hello to Virhan.)

There was a connection across.

(Nad, I'd like to contact Safa. But

how can you not?)

(Oh.. Mbak Safarah? I have been sleeping since.)

(Please the same number as Safarah so as not to block the mas number.)

(Yes, mas, Nadia will convey.)

After thanking Nadia, I immediately hung up the phone.

" Safarah...are you going to break the cord of friendship between us?"

I threw my phone on the bed.

Agggrhhhh.I grabbed my hair that was not long. " If you knew Safarah.not you are upset.I am also upset with our destiny..." I menggedumel myself.

" Why are you?" Suddenly Fatimah was in this room.

" Have you been a long time?" Means back.

" Em. I'm sorry I was so presumptuous." Fatimah seemed to regret her attitude.

" No. no papa. This is our room. You're free here." Answer nervously.

Fatimah brought a change of clothes, went into the bathroom. He soon came out in a pink satin-based nightwear.

The hijab she had taken off, changed with waist-length black hair unraveling seductively.

The smell of his body filled my sense of smell.

As a normal man, I cannot resist the charm of Fatimah.

" Well... Can I sleep there?" Fatimah pointed at my big bed and Safarah.

" Bo- can." Answer nervously.

" Do I have to share a blanket with Fatimah tonight?"

***

Early in the morning Fatimah was awake, her hair was wet. " What is shampooing for? Didn't we do nothing tonight? Even our first night just passed by."

" You shampooing, Fat?" My toot.

" Yes mas. Wh why? Is something wrong?"

" No." Answer's short.

" Mama's feelings are much more important than anything else." Said Fatimah insinuating me.

The next moment he passed from before me.

My brain is still digesting every sentence that comes out of Fatimah's mouth, "keep your mama feeling?"

With high curiosity, I tried to peek at the activities of mama and Fatimah.

Fayimah is so good at taking my mom's heart. Serving my mother with all her heart. Mama was sitting at the dinner table, in front of her was a glass of milk.

Every now and then I see and hear the laughter of two women who are far away.

Things I didn't see when I was with Safarah.

My mom never sat at the dinner table. Mama also did not want if Safarah helped her in cooking.

It's strange!

" Virhan! Why are you standing there?"

My mother's call surprised me.

It was a shame to be caught observing the two women.

" O Allah, why is it there? Here sit!"

Because I was still stunned, Fatimah finally walked towards me. He pulled my hand.

The buffalo in his nose, I said.

" Black coffee, milk coffee, or sweet tea? Fatimah offered me a drink.

" Virhan prefers black coffee." Sahut.

Mama told my favorite drink to her favorite daughter-in-law.

" Okay, just a minute, Mom. I made it first."

I just nodded, and mama smiled triumphantly at me.

Black coffee is available, food is also served, Fatimah with her lunch directly sat beside me, took a plate and filled it with rice and put it in front of me. He also filled another plate doing the same thing and put it in front of mom.

" Thank you, son." Mama said.

Things my mom never did when I was married to Safarah. Why did my mom change so quickly? Mama can be good to Fatimah, but not to Safarah.

" Feed a mas, don't just look at it." The clumsiness in my hand made my daydreams crumble .

I finally put in the food for a bite until it ran out.

Fatimah took over, then cleaned up all of our used cooking and breakfast equipment.

Amu chose to sit on the terrace, enjoying the morning air without Safarah. What's my woman doing?

" Baby..." Call mama.

" On the terrace ma." My solute.

Mama approached me with neat clothes., "get ready soon, mama wants to go to Jogja. Please take Mama to the airport, okay?"

" Mama's going to Jogja? To eyang's house?" Ask surprised.

" Yes, mommy wants a month there."

" Got long? Then Virhan how's ma?" Many confusion.

" There is Fatimah? I have a wife who is still confused." Mom's mouth is angry.

" Remove change!" Mom's orders.

I went into the room, there was Fatimah who was also going to get ready. Shamelessly Fatimah took off her clothes in front of me.

White smooth skin plastered real in front of my eyes.

As a normal man, again my eyes did not blink looking at him.

Ah... Fatimah..What is on your mind right now?