Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

Responsibility...!

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"Sir Ajiiiiiiiiiii...!!! Banguuuun Kaaaaak...!!! Banguuuun!!!" Afifa shouted at his sobs. His tears broke down soaking the veil that was irregularly cream-colored with red spots everywhere because of Fauzi's fresh blood in his arms. Afifa's hand continued to shake Fauzi's cheek which was now motionless with his eyes closed tightly.

Fauzi's parents almost jumped to hear Afifa's screams, both of them immediately approached Fauzi's body lying helplessly in Afifa's lap, as well as Wulan and Nadia. Talita who came with Nadia just stood up crying to see all the events that were in front of her. Nadia immediately grabbed Talita's tiny body and hugged her, trying to calm the child down.

People continued to arrive and gather to witness the terrible tragedy in front of Afifa's house, as well as all Fauzi employees including Bi Yati who were in Fauzi's furniture store located not far from home, they ran to the crowd, pity and questionable gazes emanated from their faces, even among them there were tears heard the wailing of Afifa who continued to cry hugging her husband's head.

"He deserved it.!", suddenly there came a man's cry from the crowd of people in the typical hoarse voice of a middle-aged man, he continued to rebel trying to break free from the clutches of the three men holding his body.

Wulan gasped at the familiar voice. He stood up and approached the source of the voice, his eyes widened as his gaze was fixed on the man who was struggling and continued to emit a slur meaning to Fauzi who was none other than his own father. The man looked at her while smiling cynically full of satisfaction.

"Dad...!!!", Wulan said furiously, "Why are you doing this?, Why did you interfere with my problem? What if something happens to Fauzi? all bus...".

"Quite..!!!", Wulan's father cut out the endless questions from Wulan. "listen...!!!, he even deserves worse than this, he has already destroyed my family, irresponsible jerk man..!!!", Wulan's father's curse kept uncontrollable, making the people who crowded around him turn towards him with astonished looks.

"Tolooooong...!!! please help my husband, anyone, please take my husband to the hospital" Afifa said, crying bitterly for help, his gaze went around to the people around him who were now distracted by their attention to Wulan's father who could not keep his mouth shut.

"Zi..wake up zi...!!!", Mama Fauzi panicked and cried to see her son lying down.

"Mang Ujaaang.!", Call Papa Fauzi to Mang Ujang who just got off the pick up car in front of the Fauzi store.

"Yes sir...", replied Mang ujang while struggling to reach his master, "masyaAlloh...., Nak Aji..????", his eyes were wide to see his master lying down, "What is this?", he asked again curious, because he did not know the origin of the problem.

"Hurry up and get my car out!", asked Mr. H. Ramadhan to Mang Ujang while removing the car keys from his pants pocket.

"O..iya Sir.!", he answered swiftly, grabbed the car keys and ran towards the courtyard of Afifa's house.

Mang Ujang looked confused as soon as he got in front of his employer's car. He thought for a moment, how do I get the car out? fauzi's car and Pak Haji Ramadhan's car were blocked by Wulan's red car. He went back to Haji Ramadhan. "Sir.maaf, anu.", he said confused while pointing with his thumb towards the home page of Afifa.

"Where is the car...?, hurry up...!!! Fauzi can lose a lot of blood" replied Pak Haji Ramadhan impatiently.

"That's sir.., there's a Red car blocking" Mang Ujang replied as he glanced at Afifa who was still crying.

Wulan who heard Mang Ujang's words, only realized that the position of his car was blocking the owner's car. "Oh.iya Sorry sir.., let me get my car out first" he said as he ran to his car. But his steps came to a halt and turned back towards Mang Ujang. "Just use my car, sir!, we don't have time anymore" he said, handing over the keys.

Mang Ujang was silent for a while, then nodded back after a while considering the condition of his master. The middle-aged man immediately grabbed the car keys from Wulan's hand and immediately ran towards Wulan's red car.

"Tididid.tidid.".", Mang Ujang honked his horn signaling that the crowd in front of the gate to get out of the way to make way.

Paj Haji Ramadhan and the shop employees immediately lifted Fauzi's body into the Wulan car which is now driven by Mang Ujang. Afifa immediately got into the car and refuted Fauzi's head, Mama went with him.

When Pak Haji Ramadhan was about to get into the car, suddenly his father Wulan shouted back. "You will feel the same way as I do hahaha.", his reflection with a sinless face, even the look of satisfaction emanated from his sharp, red eyes full of anger.

Pak Haji Ramadhan stopped his steps, and turned towards the man who had lost his mind. "Mang Ujang go! take Fauzi to the nearest hospital, it looks like I have to deal with the problem here first", he said, while taking his car keys from Mang Ujang's hands, then nodded towards his wife gesturing to leave immediately.

Mang Ujang nodded his head in understanding, he immediately gas left a crowd of people who were still confused in front of Afifa's house.

After the car driven by Afifa and Fauzi, Wulan's father still laughed triumphantly, but now he did not rebel anymore.

Pak Haji Ramadhan approached Wulan, "Bring your father inside!", he said flatly and left Wulan and a crowd of people headed for Afifa's house.

His father Wulan was devastated and followed his daughter's steps into the house.

One by one the crowd dispersed after one of Fauzi's employees disbanded, but their curiosity certainly would not stop, their allegations made through their irresponsible mouths, causing new problems, of course, which will make Afifa and his family slumped because of the gossip of the people around him.

There was talk in Afifa's house. Wisely, Pak Haji Ramadhan listened to the complaints of suffering caused by Wulan's father after the pregnancy of his daughter, his wife who fell ill until her life was not helped by heart disease she suffered, he who fell poor because he continued to seek treatment for the recovery of his wife, and of course the fate of Wulan which became the gossip of the people around him.

Pak Haji Ramadhan nodded his head in understanding all the words of Father Wulan, "Then what do you want from us at this time?" ask him to Father Wulan.

Wulan's father smiled cynically, "Heh..., what can you give to replace all our suffering during this time?", asked back.

"Whatever you want, as long as you no longer harm our son" said Father Fauzi flatly.

"Have your son take responsibility by marrying my daughter and guaranteeing the lives of my daughter and grandchildren!".

"Deg..!!!", Fauzi's father fell silent, as did Wulan, and also the person who had stolen their conversation from behind the door while hugging Talita who was still trembling, as well as the person who had been stealing their conversation from the other side of the door while hugging Talita who was still shaking, the other one is Nadia. Several times Nadia took a deep breath, because of the tightness of her chest, she kept thinking about the fate of the woman she always called Anti, the woman who was always there for her in both joy and sorrow, it felt like he could not imagine how Antinya would suffer if his Uncle had combined his beloved Anti. Nadia's tears began to trickle down her cheeks.

For a while no word came out of Father Fauzi's mouth, he did not know what to answer to the man before him. He knew, His son loved his wife very much, and he couldn't possibly agree to share his love. Fauzi's father took a deep breath, then tried to speak. "Is there no other choice?" tanyakanya.

"What do you mean?", asked Father Wulan while staring intently at Pak Haji Ramadhan.

"I can't decide this on my own, because it's about my son's home life, if you ask for something else, if you can give it to me",

"Do you mean to give us your money or your abundant wealth...???" Wulan's father again smiled cynically, "Oh no. I don't need that, I'm old, I only think about the future of My Princess and Grandchild".

"Father does not need to worry about Talita, we already know that Talita Fauzi's flesh and blood, our son and daughter-in-law also love him very much, his life will be guaranteed until he grows up".

"Then what about his status?, will he continue to have the nickname illegitimate child???", he asked sternly, making Fauzi's father feel pinched by the nickname called the man.

Suddenly Talita cries from behind the door, the nine-year-old innocent child, feeling devastated when his name is called by the frills of illegitimate children.

The three immediately turned to the door, Wulan was aghast, half jumped up to Talita, Talita who was crying sobbing in Nadia's arms, "Darling...!", call her while taking over hugging her daughter from Nadia. "You heard everything, son?", he said again, kissing Talita's face.

Mr. Haji Rmadhan came to them, he took a deep breath, regretting everything that had happened, should not the little child watch and hear everything that he did not understand at all.

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