Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

Run from Reality

HAPPY READING'S...⚘⚘⚘

Afifa was still standing with her legs trembling, she rubbed her face with the veil while taking a deep breath to reduce the tightness of her chest, his tears continued to seep though as hard as he could bear to not fall again when he was about to step toward his in-laws.

"The patient's family on behalf of Mr. Fauzi.!", call a nurse in a white-and-white uniform who stands right at the door of the action room while reading the ER patient's roster.

Afifa was surprised to hear her husband's name called, she immediately ran over to the sister, but after a few meters, she stopped her steps and ran back to the toilet to wash her face to make it fresher, she did not want her face to look chaotic in front of her husband later.

Once fresh enough, Afifa returned hurriedly towards the entrance of the action room, but the door was closed, only her father-in-law was standing there. Afifa approached him, "Pah...Brother Aji?", he asked, looking at the closed door, wringing his fingers to cover his worries.

"Your mother is inside, only one person can enter" Papa explained, "Your veil is wet, better change your shirt and veil first! Papa has brought you a change of clothes, it's in the bag!", point your papa at the big bag lying on the waiting chair.

Afifa nodded, then strode over to grab the bag and walked back towards the toilet. It did not take long, Afifa was back out with clean and dry clothes, then back to keep the big bag in the original place.

"Here's your bag!", Papa approached him handing over Afifa's little bag, he picked it up and checked the contents of his bag, apparently Afifa's personal belongings were all there, purses, purses, cell phones and other equipment that Afifa always carries everywhere. "Nadia who prepared everything", he said again when he saw his daughter-in-law was a bit surprised but seemed relieved, then sat himself beside his daughter-in-law.

"Thank you, Pah!", said Afifa.

Papa nodded, then took a deep breath. "Fa..!", call him.

"Yes Pah?" Afifa turned towards her father-in-law.

"Papa's sorry", said Papa slowly.

"For what?"

"For all the suffering you've been through during your stay with Fauzi".

"No, Pah!, Papa does not need to apologize, Fifa is happy with Kak Aji, and Fifa also loves Kak Aji very much".

"That's what makes Papa feel guilty about you".

Afifa was silent and only looked at the face of her father-in-law who looked blankly at the tree waving in front of her as it was blown by the wind in the heat of the sun that was about to slip with a questioning look.

"Papa's been talking to Wulan's father, and he wants Thalita's status to be clear".

"I mean?", Afifa asked again, although she could already guess the direction of her father-in-law's conversation.

"Father must ask you to let Fauzi remarry with his mother Thalita", Papa looked at the face of Afifa who was bowed to withstand the tightness that now felt increasingly peaking. "Papa understands how you feel, son!, but Papa doesn't know what else to do, Papa's been trying so hard to persuade his father Wulan not to ask for it, but he was not at all affected by Papa's words", Papa explained at length, there was a little liquid at the end of his eyes. "And...Papa...", stopped his speech for a moment and took a deep breath, "Papa also does not want if Grandchild Papa is called an illegitimate child.

"Aphifa... Come in!, Fauzi needs you", Mama said, holding Afifa's cold, trembling hand.

Afifa nodded, then stood up and stepped her feet towards the action room.

Afifa looked at her husband who was still closed and lying weakly while kneeling with his right hand.The infusion pole contained one empty blood gourd half of which was perched beside her, white bandage stuck to the head of the left part because it was torn by the iron gate in front of his house, some bruises on his face were clearly visible, even his right eye looks swollen due to the hard impact of Father Wulan's fist that landed on his temple.

Afifa walked slowly over to her husband, her hands trembling outstretchedly clasping Fauzi's hands, "Sister.", she called out slowly.

Fauzi opened his eyes, he blinked his two eyes which still hurt, after a while only his gaze could clearly see the face of his wife who was looking at him fixedly while holding back the cry before him. "Darling..", call her slowly, "come here!".

Afifa did not answer, her body was getting closer, her tears could not be contained anymore. She slammed into her husband's arms crying sobbing all the tightness that was held up for quite a while, this time not only the fear of losing her husband's life because of the beating this morning, but also the fear of losing the love of her husband who may be forced to share with other women. Afifa's body continued to shake over Fauzi's chest, until Fauzi stroked the tip of his head.

"Darling.., already! don't cry anymore! I'm fine" said Fauzi to calm his wife.

But Afifa did not move, but strengthened her embrace.

"Hey.honey, look at me!, I'm fine", Fauzi fingered Afifa's shoulder and patted her gently. Afifa lifted her head from Fauzi's chest, she bowed and corrected the position of her veil. "Smile!, I miss your smile", Fauzi tried to tease his wife.

Afifa smiled her smile at her tears, her hands touching her bruised husband's face, one kiss landing on Fauzi's forehead. Love and fear of loss are now becoming more and more turbulent in Afifa's heart. If only she had been given one chance to run away from reality, she would very much like to run with her husband to a place where no one can interfere with her happiness 😢

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Assalamualaikum Readers...

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By:Rahma Husnul