Seikhlas Love Afifa 2
Honesty part 2...
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The night changed in the morning, the dawn prayer had reverberated, as usual Fauzi went to the mosque to perform the congregational morning prayers, Afifa carried out his obligations in his home, after finishing cleaning his prayer equipment, Afifa, he glanced at his phone that had not been touched since yesterday afternoon and was still faithfully attached to the charger cable in his room because it had been lowbet, he also checked it . When he opened the flat screen, it turned out that there were some missed calls from Wulan's number, Afifa took a deep breath, then she turned on her cell phone's cellular data, there were several notifications that indicated that there were many messages coming into his phone, Afifa's view was fixed on the chat from Wulan.
Assalamualaikum Afifa, I apologize in advance, this afternoon I did not have time to tell everything, but I beg for now, do not tell Fauzi first, before I explain everything, I'll arrange our meeting later. I beg 🙏, do not let this get to Fauzi's ears, this is for the safety of you two, Wassalamualaikum.
Afifa gasped to read his last sentence, what does it mean for the safety of both of them? isn't this so simple? just tell everything to Fauzi, of course he will accept with pleasure after knowing Talita is his flesh and blood, did not he also had time to think it, and it was not difficult for him to accept it, especially now, she had just lost her son, Talita would be the medicine for the sense of loss she had just felt during this one month. And Talita, that innocent child would have been so happy to have a father she always missed, like all the other children. Then Afifa...?
Ah...Afifa continued to think, trying to find the answer, but everything was not at all bright points, he immediately sent a message back to Wulan number, that today he also wanted to meet to talk about everything, he did not want to drag on in the conjecture that continued to disturb his mind.
Afifa rushed to the kitchen, did all the housework and made a warm drink for her husband, before her husband came home from the mosque. As usual Fauzi always helped Afifa do her homework, washing and sweeping had become Fauzi's routine every morning, while Afifa was cooking and doing other work. That is Fauzi who always positions himself as a partner for his wife to do all the homework, although often interspersed with intimacy and fadiness Fauzi who makes Afifa's work so much longer, but it was precisely that made Afifa love her husband more, it never felt willing to share this happiness with anyone later.
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The atmosphere of the school is still the same, when he met face to face with his favorite students, all the problems of Afifa seemed to disappear just like that, replaced with excitement when he listened to all the babbles of his students who sometimes made him laugh, he said, astonished even a little annoyed by their mischief.
It did not feel the time kept rolling, until the clock came home heard from the loudspeakers in every corner of the school, making the children boisterous cheering from every class, yes, early in the morning the spirit of going to school, and still the hour home that is always awaited 😀.
Afifa left the classroom, walked to the office, and kept all her books in her private locker, while tidying her things into a bag, there was a call coming from the phone he kept in his pocket, it was Wulan who called, he said, would meet today and was waiting for him in front of the school gate. After saying goodbye to the other teachers and the principal rushed to the gate, Wulan's red car was waiting there.
"Assalamualaikum Ma'am", said Afifa when she saw the beautiful woman opened her car glass.
"Waalaikum greetings, let's go directly to the Fa, we chat while eating" said Wulan.
"Then my bike?". asked Afifa.
"Keep it here first, deket kok, later you I bring it back here".
"Oh..Awhile, I said Pa Sattam first".
Wulan nodded, Afifa immediately approached Pak Satpam and left his motorbike first, then went back to Wulan's car and sat beside Wulan.
"Where are the wheels?", asked Afifa after the car had run a few meters.
"Home with Rina", explained Wulan, "He's home from 11 this time".
"Oh..."
Wulan's car stopped in front of a small lesehan restaurant located on the edge of the rice field that was leafy green, the atmosphere of the restaurant was so cool and comfortable, they deliberately took the most corner seats so that they were free to talk, Wulan immediately ordered food and drinks for the two of them.
"How are you and Fauzi doing today Fa?", Wulan started the conversation.
"Alhamdulillah good Ma'am".
"Alhamdulillah.", said Wulan, "You haven't told Fauzi everything, have you?"
"Not yet", Afifa shook her head, her eyes fixed on the green expanse of rice fields, with neatly lined maps, making her eyes fresh.
"Thank God.." engraved a smile of relief from Wulan's lips.
Before long the order came, Wulan invited Afifa to eat first, some light conversation was thrown from their mouths just stale so that the atmosphere was not stiff.
"So..message mbak Wulan to me semalem, what do you mean?", Afifa started the real topic of conversation.
"Mmmm.., but before I apologized to the Fa, I didn't mean to bring back our story, but this is indeed to be discussed, I deliberately discussed this first with you, I deliberately discussed it with you, for there will be no quarrels or bloodshed among the people I love".
"I mean?", asked Afifa not yet understood.
"So, we are both women, who certainly put feelings more forward than physical" Wulan took a deep breath, as if arranging all the words she would get out of her mouth.
Afifa still faithfully listened to Wulan.
"To be honest, my father had a mental breakdown after my mother died, and most sadly, he assumed, everything that happened to my mother was my fault, and maybe it had a point, too, I got pregnant out of wedlock without her knowing the man who had possessed me".
"Why didn't Wulan tell him?"
"Because it was all my fault, Fauzi was innocent in this, I was the one who was selfish, for wanting to get his love, I purposely teased him and mixed stimulant drugs in his drink".
"If my father had not been ill and threatened to kill the man who had harmed me, I would gladly have held him to account".
"What did Wulan do after that?"
"I'm just saying that the person who was holding me went somewhere, and I couldn't find him. It turned out that he was getting worse, even wanting to kill me right after my mother's funeral with the kitchen knife he found at home, I was injured in the hand for fending off the knife he was pointing at me, if only I had not shouted and been heard by a neighbor who was only blocked by the wall of our rented house, maybe I was gone at that time, I would have been taken to the hospital because of bleeding, bleeding, but I'm grateful that my fetus can still be saved, and the only person who cared about me at that time was Mas Kadar, he helped me from my father's carelessness, he was even willing to marry me".
"Mas Kadar? who her? is he the one in the police uniform I saw in the photo with Wulan and Talita's mom as a baby?"
"Yes, he's Mas Kadarusman, a police officer in charge of my father's case at the time, on charges of attempted murder against me, and I don't know why it got into the hands of the police".
"Then was Father Wulan arrested?".
"No, due to a mental breakdown in my father, he was not found guilty, only put into rehab in Jakarta".
"If it's not wrong, Talita's birthday, Mbak Wulan's father called Kak Aji's name, how did Mbak Wulan's father know that Mbak Wulan never said it?"
"That's because he saw a picture of us both at SMU, and I wrote Fauzi's full name behind him, if only he hadn't been taken to rehab, he would have kept looking for him, and until now, the photo was still always kept and hidden somewhere, I also did not want to bring it back, because it would only make him sick again".
Silence.the two stared blankly at the expanse of rice fields, drowning in their respective daydreams.
"Has Ma'am Wulan and Mas Kadar ever been married?" ask Afifa again.
"Yes, just married siri, to cover my disgrace only, because he also had a wife and one son, Mas rates very well to me, I financed college until graduation, I was, our marriage lasted for 5 years secretly, until finally our marriage was smelled by his first wife, and he returned to his wife because his career was also threatened. After the last 4 years I have never met him again, because I moved to Bandung and started pioneering my career here with my knowledge capital from my college results, and of course the capital that was given from the Mas Kadar family, on condition that I may not appear again in front of them".
Wulan began to shed tears.
Afifa took a deep breath, recalling the bitterness of this woman's story before her.
"Mbak.I am sorry for all the events that happened to Mbak Wulan", Afifa held Wulan's hand stored on the table.
"Thank you Fa" said Wulan slowly.
"But anyway Aji must know about Talita".
"Yes, but it's not time, until my father has completely recovered and can think clearly again".
"But when?" ask Afifa again.
"Come" he replied pessimistically.
"We can't continue to dissolve in this lie" Afifa stared fixedly at Wulan's face.
"Yes I know..., but what can I do?".
"We have not tried it, Ma'am, maybe Mbak Wulan's father will melt his heart when he heard all the explanations Mbak Wulan and Kak Aji".
"Moreover what should I explain?" Wulan began to cry, the intensity of her voice increased, "toh Fauzi is also no longer responsible for marrying me, right?" Wulan's words suddenly shot out on the sidelines. But at once his crying stopped because he was aware of his words.
Afifa was astonished, his eyes were fixed on the face of the woman in front of him who looked shocked and hesitated to regret the words that had just come out of his mouth.Afifa's mouth was locked, unable to say anything, only Afifa's heartbeat sounded increasingly violent with an irregular rhythm, his heart churning to digest the words Wulan had just spoken...😢.
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