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At 10:30 Fauzi and Afifa came out of the boarding area, the car he was driving drove through the streets of the city that began to be quiet.

Occasionally Afifa glanced at her husband who was focusing on looking towards the road, the red color still left in her eyes. Afifa started the conversation.

"Doesn't Dad papa?" Ask doubtfully.

Fauzi looked at his wife for a glance, with a faint smile on his lips, "No, I'm fine", he replied.

"really?" Search Afifa

"Hey..."

"Fifa does not want to yes, there is something hidden again among us", Afifa pouted, Afifa's view looked straight into the streets.

Fauzi slowed down the speed of his car, then parked it on a roadboat. "Darling...., do you want to know what I'm talking about with What Kiyai?" His question, understood by his wife's intent.

"Cock stop here?" afifa asked when she realized her husband stopped the car on the side of the road.

Fauzi glanced at Afifa and smiled. "Don't worry, there won't be anything I'll hide from you" he said without answering his wife's questions. "So I talked a lot with Apa Kiyai," His gaze returned straight ahead. "He knew me very well, 6 years I was with him, For me What Kiyai is my teacher and personal psychiatrist, who understands me deeply inside and out, there is nothing I can hide from him, nothing I can hide from him, that's why I told him all our problems".

"What does he think?" Afifa enthusiastically listened.

"He understood that, he asked me to meet him regularly once a week, and he also advised..." Fauzi stopped talking, making Afifa even more curious.

"What message?"

"For me to keep seeing that woman and apologize to her". Fauzi was silent, and so was Afifa.

"But how do we find him?" ask Afifa later.

"We'll look for him in Jakarta".

"Tournaments?"

"Yes, we're going back to the house of the man who bought the house first, we're going to ask him, hopefully we'll have more information on him".

Afifa nodded, "When is Kak Aji going to Jakarta?"

"It's not me, but us, we're both gonna find her,"

"We?"

"Of course we're both, after all how can I be days away from you?" Fauzi smile.

"Fifa is also Brother..." Reply Afifa blushed.

Fauzi removed his seatbelt, then shifted his seat towards Afifa. Both his hands held his wife's cheeks. "Stay beside me and be my strength". Looking into his wife's eyes.

Afifa nodded then smiled.

Fauzi drew his face closer to his wife, the breath of the two united felt so warm, Afifa was silent guessing what her husband would do.

Uh, what are you gonna do here? this is a public road. ouch...if anyone passes by how?

Fauzi smiled, then rubbed his wife's tiny lips with his finger. "Cup" one kiss landed on the head of Afifa behind her hijab, then hugged her warmly.

"Let's continue the journey". Fauzi let go of his embrace, Afifa just nodded.

During the trip, Afifa did not say much, there was one strange feeling that appeared on her, the fear of loss, if her husband really met her past, Afifa began to fidget, and she was very anxious, and it was drawn on his face, he was wringing fingers in his lap.

Fauzi was able to catch his wife's change of attitude, his left hand clasped Afifa's hand, and said. "What kiyai also said, never let go of your wife, because she is your strength".

Afifa looked at her husband and smiled. Fauzi's gaze refocused on the road.

"Darling how about next week we go to Jakarta?" ask Fauzi

"Next week?"

"Yes, your schedule is Saturday off right? we leave on Friday afternoon, so we have two days to find a wulan. All of us visit the house of Kak Dewi (First brother Fauzi) you have never met again after we married. Must be Kak Dewi seneng."

"Eummm okay. I'm coming". said Afifa.

"Thank you, baby". Fauzi turned to his wife and smiled.

***

Almost midnight they arrived home, Afifa was asleep leaning in the front seat, Fauzi did not wake her, she immediately closed the gate of her house, when she returned apparently Afifa was awake.

"Kok up?" ask Fauzi

"why? want another sling?" asked Afifa in a defiant tone

"Ah..maunya you itumah" ledek Fauzi.

"Emang wants to, let's carry me!" Afifa stretched out her hand that was still sitting in the car seat facing out.

"Oh you are yes, spoiled the..."

"Let's go, spoiled is the same with her husband".

"But it's heavy, baby..."

"Aaaa... let's carry," he whined, his legs still hanging, moving, like a child who asked his mother to carry, "would I be carried by someone else?"

Fauzi just smiled, turning around to put his back in his arms carrying his wife.

"Hap" Afifa's tiny body was already stuck on Fauzi's back, Afifa smiling triumphantly.

"Where is my powerful wife?" ask Fauzi.

"Dikamar dong" Afifa replied as she continued to enjoy her husband's arms.

"Wokay..." Fauzi went into the room and lowered his wife's body on the bed, Afifa sleeping on her back. Fauzi threw himself down next to his wife. "Aaaah.so tired today". Her speech.

Afifa turned sideways to face her husband. "Cape huh?" tanyakanya.

"Emmm..kayaknya delicious ya kneaded wife, let alone the abis carried". Fauzi said still lying down, his head resting on both hands.

"Ah...please say if you want to massage mah".

"Ha ha. but I don't mean it".

"Who feels compelled, let's go here I flinched". Afifa got up and sat down beside her husband.

"really? can you be mijit?"

"Yeee.. ngeremehin, let's try first, later also addictive".

"O yeah? Okay that's it". Fauzi took off his shirt and turned his sleeping position to his stomach.

Afifa began to massage her husband's back and then turned to his hands and feet, at first they talked, occasionally they laughed lightly, until Fauzi's voice gradually softened, and finally quiet....Afifa looked up to see the face of her husband, and only for a moment, apparently Fauzi was asleep, either because tired or because he enjoyed his wife's massage. 😀

***

On Sunday Fauzi invited Afifa to meet with Wulan home buyers, so he got information about the area occupied by the wulan, although the address was not as detailed as expected.

The journey from the city of Bandung to the city of Jakarta can be reached in just 3 hours, via the cipularang toll road, They arrived at Kak Dewi's house at seven p.m. Kak Dewi was shocked when his favorite sister and his wife suddenly appeared in front of his house without any news before.

Sister Dewi only had one daughter named Nadia, she attended college in the second semester. She also has a furniture store given by her father in Jakarta and is now managed by her husband.

Fauzi and Afifa were welcomed there, let alone Nadia, unceasingly flirting with her uncle and continuing to praise Afifa.

That night they stayed there, but early in the morning they paid to meet with business relations, of course that was only the reason Fauzi, he said, he did not want his sister to think that no-no about her goal to come to Jakarta.

The two of them set off to their destination, looking for someone whose address was unclear. Only armed with the name of Wulan's parents, the name of the district and the village only. Fauzi immediately came to the village office, he asked the civil affairs officer. One by one the officers were looking for the name in question, but nil, the name was not listed there.

They returned empty-handed, on the second day they did the same, rechecking the data of other neighboring residents, but the results remained the same. They gave up and decided to go home.

Fauzi departed from his sister's house after Maghrib, of course, had to pass the farewell drama first, Sister Dewi insisted on persuading them to stay one more night, but what can be done, what can be done, Afifa had to teach Monday tomorrow, with a heavy heart where she let her sister go home.

At 10 pm they arrived in Bandung, after praying Isya and doing the second rule of course, they fell asleep because they were tired.

***

Early in the morning as they were having breakfast, Afifa's phone rang, she picked it up, it turned out that Uminya was calling, she immediately answered the call.

"Umi Assalamualaikum"

Greetings waalaikum, what's the news today dear? (Umi's voice sounded hoarse and limp)

"Alhamdulillah, Fifa is good Umi, Umi is sick huh? his voice is so weak?"

Umi's just not feeling well, is Umi bothering Nak?

"Of course not, what's up?"

Umi wants to ask for help, today replace Umi to Nisa school, at 10 there is an important meeting of 6th grade parents to prepare for the exam, it seems that Umi is not strong there. Abi also has a job.

"Well Umi, later Fifa asked permission to go to Nisa's school, Umi was good at home, Fifa came home from school to stop by the house".

Well, kid, I'm sorry Umi's bothering you.

"It's okay Umi, Fifa get ready first, Umi rest yes, Assalamualaikum"

Salam waalaikum.

"Trup" the phone call was closed.

"Umi why, baby?" Ask Fauzi.

"Umi is not well, sister, he asked me to replace him to come to Nisa's school, parent meeting".

"Later in the afternoon we go to Umi's house".

"Yes".

***

Afifa was at school when she saw her wrist showing at 10 or less 15 minutes, she immediately went to the office room to say goodbye to her uncle, after which she rushed to Nisa's school. It did not take long, 3 minutes using the motor he had arrived at Nisa's school.

Afifa parked her bike, then walked through several classes to the meeting room, seeing the crowd of children who were resting and the lower class children were out of her class.

"Mother Teacher...!" a small voice called out to him.

Afifa turned to him, "Hi Talita, what greetings?" Afifa squatted to line her child in front of her.

"Assalamualaikum Bu Guru" greeted the boy later.

"Waalaikum greetings dear Talita, already want to go home huh?"

"Yes".

"Who's home?"

"Sama Mommy, Mother usually pick me up when I go home". Her speech was plain while shaking the pink bag on her back.

"Emmm so yeah, let's see, has the mother come?" Afifa stood up and led the boy to the gate. Afifa looked at her wrist, but there was a time she thought. "Looks like you haven't come yet, we'll wait there". Afifa's hand pointed to the chair that was leaning under the tree. The boy nodded and followed in Afifa's footsteps.

About a minute they were talking, suddenly a woman greeted them.

"Darling, sorry you're late, you've been waiting a long time?" Saying woman in front of him.

Afifa stopped her chat with the boy, then turned her gaze to the woman before him, looking a tall beautiful woman wearing a pasmina hijab and a trouser suit complete with her outer, looking very elegant.

"Mother...!" Call the boy, then run to embrace the bunch. The woman crouched down and hugged him, then kissed his face.

Afifa watched this beautiful scene between mother and child, awe in her eyes.

Wonderful, if I had a child later, I would have been just as happy as that woman when I picked up my son at school. Afifa smiled.

"Mother, let me introduce you to the beautiful Buguru," Celoteh, the tiny lips of a talita, as she tugged her hand towards Afifa. The woman followed her daughter's invitation. "Buguru, this is Talita's mother"

"Assalamualaikum Talita's mother, I'm Afifa". Sapa Afifa friendly.

"Waalaikum greetings Mother Afifa, I am Talita's mother, thank you for taking care of my daughter".the answer is no less friendly, her smile is so sweet, making Afifa fascinated by her beauty. "I'm sorry that my daughter's been troubling you".

"Of course not mom, I'm very happy to talk to Talita, right baby?" Afifa turned towards Talita who was smiling looking at her.

"Yes Mother, Buguru is very good". replied Talita plain.

"One more time thank you, I say thank you first Master, Assalamualaikum" said the woman later.

"Greetings waalaikum". Answer Afifa. Afifa turned her body, as her legs were about to step out faintly she heard the name of someone being called.

Mother Wulan, I'm first...

Degs...Afifa gasped at the name, He turned his body, Talita had entered the red car and the bunda, the car was speeding, Afifa half ran towards the gate, but the car was far away leaving him.

Afifa was silent for a moment remembering the face she had just seen, the face was like no stranger to her.

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