Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

Farid's Restlessness...

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~ Home Wulan~

After praying Maghrib congregated with his daughter in the room, Wulan fell silent on the prayer mat, watching the movements of his daughter who was already good at folding her face that had just been used neatly.

"Darling," called Wulan, "Come here!" he said as he extended his hands towards the boy. Thalita looked at her mother's hand, then walked slowly towards her.

When Thalita got closer, Wulan suddenly grabbed him, and hugged the boy tightly while kissing his forehead, Wulan's eyes began to heat up, filled with the clear liquid he again wanted to spill. However, as hard as he could bear to not fall in front of the child.

"Honey.., forgive Mother yes," said Wulan softly, a little whisper in her daughter's ear. Thalita remained silent. "Mother knows, Mother's mistakes do not deserve to be forgiven, even by the mother's own daughter. But Mother please, do not leave Mother alone. Mother has no one else but Grandpa and Thalita as the encouragement of Mother's life at this time. Thalita will forgive Mother and stay with Mother?" wulan's tears escaped, a few drops fell on her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them with her face.

Thalita lifted her head in her mother's arms, looked at Wulan's wet eyes, the boy did not speak, only his right hand outstretched wiping the remaining tears at the end of his mother's eyes. "Mother.., don't cry! Mother Fifa said, every person has made mistakes, including Mother. Thalita will also be the child of Mother," said the child innocently.

Wulan was increasingly unable to hold back her tears at the plain words of her daughter, her mouth was no longer able to say, she also tightened her embrace while shedding all the tears that were already full of restrained in her eyelids. His mess sounded bitter, making Thalita also cry in his mother's arms.

For quite a while, the mother and child vented her wheezing, until the sound of Wulan's cell phone call lying on the table beside her bed rang quite loudly. Wulan stretched out her embrace, while wiping away the rest of her tears. Thalita sat down and said, "Take Bund's phone?" ask the boy. Wulan nodded still busy wiping away her tears.

Thalita stood up and took her mother's cell phone, then handed it to Wulan. "Here, Bund! from Uncle Faqih," he said.

Wulan was even silent staring at her phone which just kept ringing.

"Mother! Why even diliatin? This is Faqih's uncle, Grandpa's doctor, right?" ask Thalita.

"Oh.., yes, dear," Wulan replied slightly jolted as her mind was drifting on the scene yesterday afternoon. Wulan took over the phone and slowly swiped the green button over the screen, then placed it in front of the ear without speaking.

Hola...Hello.., Assalamualaikum, Speak a voice over there, because Wulan is still silent.

"Waalaikum salam warohmatulloh," replied Wulan flatly.

Lan, you're okay, right? tanya Faqih was worried, because indeed since here in the afternoon he could not contact Wulan. Wulan deliberately turned off his phone from the mosque until before the maghrib, only a few messages from Faqih continued to ask about the condition of Wulan which was not answered at all.

"You don't need to worry, I'm fine," Wulan replied still flatly.

Lan, I'm in front of your house with Johan, can we come in?

Wulan fell silent, then turned to her daughter who was rolling her face with a prayer mat, and was about to keep it in her own room. "All right, wait a minute!" said later. Wulan closed her call and stood up to her daughter who was already at the door to go out to her own room.

"Honey, under the doctor's uncle, Mother down first yes, you do your PR first in the room, then you will see if it is finished," said Wulan while holding his daughter's shoulder. Thalita nodded and continued her steps towards her own room.

Wulan immediately opened the cloth, and replaced it with a black instant veil, then she came down from the second floor through her button door, when she opened the door, there were two young men standing there with faces full of worry, but their faces suddenly changed in relief when they saw Wulan was fine.

"Lan!" Say Faqih and hold Wulan's hand. But Wulan immediately released Faqih's hand and withdrew his own. Faqih looked disappointed and looked at Wulan with pity.

"Come in!" said Wulan briefly, and walked up the stairs, then went up first to the second floor of his house. The two young men followed after closing the door first.

Wulan invited the two to sit in the guest room, then she went to the back and soon returned with a drink and a potluck snack.

Faqih seemed restless seeing Wulan's cold attitude, he began to talk. "Lan.., I deliberately brought Johan here, so that he explained everything that happened in your past, so that you do not continue to be haunted by guilt," Faqih explained.

"Hmmm..," Wulan smiled meaningfully. "That's it, Tam! no need to comfort me or give me hope, I do not deserve to be loved, let alone by a perfect man like you."

"Lan.., don't say that, I love you, I want to make you happy, me..."

"That's enough, Tam! quite once I felt insulted by my husband's family first, I don't want it all to happen again" Wulan cut out Faqih's words.

"It's all my fault, Lan!" Johan spoke up. Wulan turned to look at Johan questioningly. "Yes, everything that happened to you was my fault. I gave you the medicine and not even just Fauzi, without your knowledge, I've also mixed it in your drink."

"What do you mean?" asked Wulan while looking intently at Johan.

Finally Johan recounted all the events ten years ago in detail, that they were all just his ignorance and mischief, he did not expect that it would happen like this.

Wulan did not say anything, she only cried lamenting her own fate, while cursing her innocence first, if only she could repeat it back to ten years ago, surely he doesn't need to have all the bad experiences he's been struggling to get through these ten years.

There were footsteps of a man approaching the three of them. The middle-aged man stood still with his koko stelan, sarong and coffee because he had just returned from the mosque, the man stared intently at the young man he had just seen. "Is your word right?" ask her hoarse voice.

The three turned to the source of the voice, Wulan was quite shocked, there was a fear in her heart, if her father came back like he used to, unable to control the emotions due to his anger.

But Faqih immediately stood up to Mr. Herman. "Eh..., Assalamualaikum Mr. Herman," he said as he shook Mr. Herman's hand and kissed him. "Let's sit down first! Johan and I will explain everything" he said again, because he knew very well the conditions of fsychic stability from Mr. Herman.

Mr. Herman nodded and followed Faqih's invitation. Finally Faqih and Johan told all the truth that happened since ten years ago, until yesterday, where Johan had spoken to his parents Faqih about Wulan, Wulan, and they meant to meet first with Thalita's biological father. Mr. Herman can understand, he does not talk much, what is important for him at this time, is happiness for his daughter and granddaughter.

Faqih asked for Fauzi's number to Wulan, after several calls, but there was not a single call Fauzi answered, he sent a message to Fauzi's number, too, to make a pact somewhere because her parents want to meet her.

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The clock in Fauzi's hand was shown at 10 when his black car stopped in front of his gate. Fauzi took a deep breath as he looked at the calm face of his wife who had fallen asleep leaning on the car seat. He smiled, "Are you tired, Dek?" mumbling slowly.

Fauzi did not want to wake his wife, he immediately opened the car door, went down and closed the car door slowly. After opening the gate, he got back into the car and put his car into the garage, then went back down to close the gate and open the door wide first.

Slowly Fauzi opened the car door that was right next to his wife, Afifa was still asleep, Fauzi immediately reached out his hand to lift his wife's tiny body without difficulty.

Afifa was aghast as her body seemed to float, she opened her eyes, but when she realized she was in her husband's lap, she closed her eyes again, her lips seemed to smile, enjoying her husband's warm embrace, in every step the width of her husband's feet. Afifa wrapped his hands around Fauzi's neck, making Fauzi aware that his wife was awake.

"Sir...? you wake up, right?" ask Fauzi.

"Keep the answer just now who dong, if the person is still sleeping?"

"The fall" said Afifa still closed with a smile.

"Hmmm.., look for a chance apparently," said Fauzi without stopping his steps towards the room.

"Let's go, like Fifa dong."

"Idih.., my wife's promise."

"Madamma is also her husband."

"Hmmm.., okay, but there is a reward after this," replied Fauzi began to tease.

"What gift?"

"Lanjutin who had been delayed," whispered Fauzi in Afifa's ear, making Afifa immediately hit Fauzi's shoulder.

Fauzi put Afifa to sleep slowly in bed, "I close the garage and the door first yes, you're ready" he said, winking.

"Ih..., not tired of what?" asked Afifa, but not answered by Fauzi who had stepped out of the room.

Shortly after Fauzi returned, Afifa had just come out of the bathroom and changed her clothes, Fauzi checked her cell phone which she had not seen since Maghrib. There were 4 calls from a number that he did not know, then he checked several messages that turned out to be messages from the number that had made the call but had not been raised by him.

Ahilynjou, Zi! it's I'm Adhitama, sorry to interrupt your time earlier, I want to ask for your time for a moment, can we meet tomorrow at Cafe A? there are very important things that we have to talk about, and I also want to invite you to meet my parents, they want to meet the biological father of the daughter-in-law, Wulan.

Thanks earlier. Assalamualaikum says.

Fauzi was silent reading the message, especially when reading the sentence Faqih's parents wanted to meet him, he was wondering what they would talk to him about?.

"Why, Brother?" afifa asked after she finished changing her clothes, she approached Fauzi.

Fauzi handed his phone to Afifa who was still on showing the message.

"Adhitama, it was Kak Aji's friend who had good intentions to Mbak Wulan right?" ask Afifa.

"Yes," replied Fauzi, "Is their relationship a constraint from Tama's parents?" Fauzi said. He also sat on the edge of the bed.

"It looks like it, brother!" Afifa sat down next to Fauzi, "this afternoon when Fifa met with Mbak Wulan at Thalita's school, he looked gloomy and sad, maybe it had something to do with it,"

"Hmmm..., continue Tama's Parents also want to meet with Brother, what is it?" Fauzi thought again.

"We won't know if we don't meet them first" Afifa clasped Fauzi's hand. "We better sleep now, it's night, tomorrow Aji's sister is ready to meet her parents, Kak Tama, hopefully there's nothing she doesn't want."

Fauzi clasped his wife's hand, "Dear, I'll clean up first" he said, then got up, grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom.

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At 11 pm, Nadia was still awake, even though her body was lying down, but her mind continued to drift on all events since last afternoon. Even with Farid, his parents and sodas already asleep in the guest room, Farid was still sitting in the living room, occasionally his gaze was fixed on the door of Nadia's room which was tightly closed, silent without a sound, and still, he hesitated to make a call to her.

Farid finally came out of the house to the usual prayer mosque, there he passed by Mother Siti who had just performed Isya Prayer, because her work had just finished.

"Eh..., is Farid? why haven't you slept?" ask Mother Siti.

"Oh..., Yes, Mom! I can't sleep yet" Farid replied.

"Hmmm...., looks like Nak Farid is still thinking about the incident this afternoon huh?" ask Ibu Siti who was aware of the incident when she delivered the drink ahead.

Farid turned to look at Mother Siti, then smiled somewhat forcedly. "It's just a misunderstanding, Mom!" clearly Farid.

"Yes, I understand, I can also feel how Nadia feels, it seems, Nak Farid must be even harder to convince Nadia's heart, Nak Farid try to talk now with Nadia, or just call, please, I'm sure Nadia hasn't slept either."

"Yes, thank you, Mom!" farid.

"Yes, I rest first yes," said Ms. Siti, and replied with a nod and a Farid smile.

Farid sat on the floor of the mosque, he took his phone, opened it and looked for Nadia's contact, long enough he looked at the contact number, until finally hesitantly he dialed the number.

Nadia who was lying down, aghast at the sound of her cell phone, reached out her hand to see who was calling her these nights. Nadia's heart skipped a beat faster when she saw the name on it, "Mas Ariku". He put his cell phone back on, then covered his ears with his pillow until the sound of the call stopped by itself. Nadia breathed a sigh of relief, then laid back her body. But before long, her phone rang again, Nadia turned her head. Again from Mas Arinya, Nadia just looked at him, until arriving at the third call, Doubt Nadia wanted to lift it, but when her hand saw the ring that was coiled on her ring finger, she said, he recalled the incident this afternoon, he paused his intention and just let his phone keep ringing.

Farid is getting more agitated, he sends a long message to Nadia's phone.

Oshdragam, Nad! sorry I interrupted your sleep this late. To be honest, tonight I can't sleep, my heart keeps on sticking to you, I'm afraid, the events of this afternoon continue to disturb your mind. Trust me, Nad! The promise I made really came from the bottom of my heart, we're going to start it all with Bismillah, we forget all the recent events or our past events that once stuck in your heart. This time I hope, you forgive all my mistakes and my carelessness. Will you forgive me and start this relationship by trusting me with you?

The message was sent, long enough for Farid to see the message, until his second tick changed to blue, Farid smiled, because Nadia had read it.

Restlessly waiting for a reply from his message, Farid stood up, then walked back and forth in front of the mosque while twirling his phone hoping that there would soon be a message notification coming into his phone. But it had waited long enough, which he was waiting for did not appear as well. His heart grew agitated, he decided to go inside the house, and sat in the living room, while occasionally his gaze was fixed towards Nadia's still-closed room.

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