Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

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At 4 pm Afifa arrived home, she rushed to clean herself, washed her whole body with cold tap water, as if to remove all the chest tightness after her meeting with Wulan. He took ablution water and immediately fulfilled the obligation of Ashar prayer a little late.

Afifa sat in front of the dresser mirror in her room, staring at the reflection of herself, her mind turned again, recalling all the words Wulan had said to her this afternoon. Don't know why? there was a little bit of disbelief in the bottom of his heart, considering that Wulan had told a lie in the past so nicely, but when he recalled all the coincidences that happened in the last 2 months, he said, starting from the face of Talita who is similar to her in-laws, baby clothes loaned Wulan, and the speech of Wulan's father who mentioned her husband's middle name on Talita's birthday, Ah... Is it all just a coincidence?? shouts inward Afifa.

Afifa covered her face with both hands, then bowed her head to the dresser, making her long, wet hair, loosely covered her entire body.

"Sir Aji.", he muttered, not feeling his tears falling down his two folded hands to support his head.

"No..no..no..", the wall clock hanging in his room was clearly heard because of the quiet atmosphere inside his house, Afifa turned to the wall clock, at half-time 5 pm, and then turned to the wall clock, why does time feel so slow? aji's sister had not yet returned home, she murmured, Afifa got up from her seat and picked up a flat object in her bag, her desire to immediately tell her husband encouraged her to call him. It didn't take long, Afifa immediately heard her husband's voice across the street.

Assalamualaikum Deck...

"Greetings waalaikum".

What's up, honey? tumben called mephon this afternoon?

"Hmmm...Is the work done, brother?"

In a moment, this is the responsibility of the bookkeeping, Hmmmm...why? yes kangen? haha...

"Oh.yeah, I'll just wait at home".

So really kangen ni? .. don't tease me, I still work. god Fauzi

"Eh..no, who misses?" Afifa's mouth went forward a few centi heard her husband's joke.

If not, what is his name? haha...

"Udah ah..later home", said Afifa a little annoyed but sound spoiled in Fauzi's ear.

Hmmm.. beware if you have reached home.

"Why what?"

Why not.free, haha...

"Yeeeeey.ah ah...Assalamualaikum".

Greetings waalaikum, hahaha.

Afifa broke her call, had a smile carved from her lips to hear all her husband's words, but her smile faded again as her mind returned to the bitter reality she might face.

Finally, Afifa kept waiting at home while preparing cooking ingredients for dinner.

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The night after dinner, Fauzi sat on the couch, a cup of warm tea in his hand. Afifa looked at her husband from the open kitchen door. Several times he took a deep breath as if arranging the words he wanted to say. She walked over to her husband, then sat herself on a long couch right beside him.

"Drink deck?" Fauzi gave the cup in his hand to Afifa.

Afifa gave a smile, took a cup of tea and sipped a sip, then gave the cup back to her husband.

"Sister..," call Afifa.

"Hmmm?", Fauzi who was sipping tea turned to his wife.

"It turns out..during this Mrs Wulan has been covering up the truth from us".

"I mean?", Fauzi looked back at Afifa, and sipped back at her tea.

"She said, Talita is indeed Kak Aji's flesh and blood".

"Ukhuk.ukhuk.".", Fauzi choked, his eyes wide at his wife, the tea cup in his hand almost fell, causing a small splash that soaked the scabbard. Fauzi kept a teacup on the table.

"What's? Talita?", asked Fauzi.

"Yes".

"Awhile..I...I don't understand" Fauzi turned his body towards Afifa, "Did Wulan tell you that himself?"

"Yes, I met him this afternoon".

"Then, the story that he told the time at the resto mall?, is it just his essay?", Fauzi frowned at the sign of not understanding.

"So, in fact, I've long suspected it", Afifa's gaze glared at the television, "when Talita's birthday was, I saw some awkwardness in her house, she said, starting from the photo of Mbak Wulan when holding a newborn baby, baby equipment that he loaned, and his father Mbak Wulan musterius. And one more, when I asked about Talita's father, Wulan said Rahman's name", Afifa looked at her faithful husband listening to him.

Fauzi took a deep breath, his forehead getting furrowed, "Are you the one who asked him yourself?".

"Yes, when I returned the baby equipment to his house yesterday, I saw his father again, I greeted him, but he was suddenly angry when I asked him about Talita, even he called it... bastard child".

"hahhh?", Fauzi was still thinking.

Afifa nodded, "I grew curious and ventured to ask Mbak Wulan".

"What's he saying?"

"He was still trying to cover it up at that time, and Talita's arrival ended our conversation".

"So that was the cause of your anxiety last night?".

Fauzi was still silent, not knowing what was on his mind.

"Sister".", call Afifa while holding her husband's hand on her lap.

Fauzi raised his reddened face, either out of anger, disappointed at Wulan who had covered up all the truth, or out of shame towards his wife, because he indirectly recalls his sins and folly in the past.

"It turns out Talita is your daughter's right" said Afifa slowly.

Fauzi remained silent, he pulled his hand from Afifa's grasp, then clenched his hand firmly on his lap.

"Sister.., why just shut up? what are we gonna do after we know all this?"

"I'm going to his house right now", Fauzi got up from his seat.

"Wait on.!, don't be in a hurry".

"I just want to know, what does he mean to cover everything from me?", Fauzi's voice rose.

"Patience first Brother.!", Afifa pulled Fauzi's hand.

"Talita is my son.!, she shouldn't have lied by making up such a silly story.!", Fauzi yelled at Afifa, she brushed off Afifa's hand and quickly walked towards her room, take the trousers to change the sheath cloth.

"Sir.!", half-run Afifa followed Fauzi into the room, but Fauzi did not care.

"Sister.listen first to my explanation!", Afifa again held Fauzi's hand.

"Moreover what should be explained?", Fauzi's voice kept rising, putting Afifa's hand back on her, "obviously she's been lying about my daughter, my flesh and blood, isn't she thinking about what her future is? her feelings? life....".

"Sister.!", Finally Afifa raised her voice, making an emotionally-stirred Fauzi stop her speech. "Did Aji want to know why?", said Afifa, slowly but emphasizing, she stood before her husband with teary eyes looking at her husband.

"What else is the reason?", Fauzi was about to turn around to pick up the jacket hanging on the wall of his room.

"Because he loves you so much" Afifa said softly.

"What??" Fauzi turned his body towards Afifa.

Afifa nodded slowly, her head bowed holding back the already crowded tears on both of her eyelids.

"Wait for me to not understand", Fauzi put his jacket back on, then held onto Afifa's arms and guided her to her seat on the bed.

Afifa's tears began to fall on the back of Fauzi's hand which was guiding her to sit, leaving Fauzi aghast and guilty.

"Honey.., I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mad at you", Fauzi's hand grabbed Afifa's chin, then lifted her down face and began to sob, "Honey.", he called again, but Afifa just kept sobbing. Fauzi shifted his body towards Afifa, grabbed him and put his wife's head on him, letting his wife cry out all the tightness she had been enduring since noon.

For a long time they were silent in the same position, until the sound of Afifa's sobbing was no longer heard.

"Honey.", call Fauzi, his hand rubbed the head of Afifa who was still leaning against him.

Afifa lifted her head, then sat up straight beside her husband.

"Sorry.", Fauzi clasped Afifa's cold hands stacked on her lap. Afifa nodded.

"What really happened?", asked Fauzi again.

Finally Afifa recounted everything Wulan had said to her this afternoon, including Wulan's father's illness and the possibility that would have happened had she met Fauzi.

"I had to take Talita from her, I didn't want her Father Wulan to hurt her" Fauzi said later.

"But not now, and not at the home of Ms. Wulan. We'll arrange a meeting outside, or we'll ask Ms. Wulan to come to our house".

Fauzi mangosteen, a sign of understanding what he should do. He looked back at his silent wife staring blankly at the door of the room.

"Dec.", he called, "I'm sorry for all my mistakes, my past has really made you suffer during my household life with me", Fauzi was downcast.

Afifa turned to her husband, "Kak Aji said what is it?, Fifa is happy to live with you. Sis...".

"But I always make you cry".

Afifa smiled, then clasped her husband's hand. "The test in the household always comes and goes, and it will train our maturity in dealing with everything that happens. as long as Brother Aji loves me and supports me in every problem we have faced, insyaAlloh Fifa is strong and will always love you..."

Fauzi raised his head, looking fixedly at Afifa's face, instantly.The feeling of his tightness disappeared when he saw his wife smiling sweetly at him, "Thank you dear.", kissed Afifa's forehead and clutched him tightly again.

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