SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

UNVEILING THE PART 1 TABIR

I came out of the cafe in tears, I didn't care for the pair of eyes that looked at me. Maybe they think I'm an actor, a cheap woman who snatches people's husbands

Mas Amir chased after me, I ran as fast as I could on the sidewalk. I don't see him chasing me anymore. I don't know, maybe he's tired or embarrassed I don't care.I don't have the face to linger there.My appetite just disappears.

Walking quickly, once in a while this hand wiped the tears that kept spilling on the cheeks. Pain, disappointment, shame melted into one.why do I feel being played with destiny, even though I have never done evil to anyone.

I thought of nothing but running away.

Suddenly a hand pulled me into a luxury sedan. I'm shocked. I'm trying to thrash. The next heavy hand smothered my mouth so I couldn't scream.

He threw my body in the back seat of the car. I was wide-eyed after knowing the person who pulled me earlier.

“Bang Fatih” muttered I can't believe it. How he got here.

“how are you Syafira” voice in front more surprised me

“Reno” my head really can't think. What is this. Why is Reno driving. And the man next to me, how can he act like a boss. Holding HP is like contacting someone.

“Urus woman, I don't want her to show her face again in front of me” her face is tense save a deep anger. Then look at me

She smiles. The face changed instantly to soft.

“later brother explained, fira confused ya” he said still with his gentle smile

“ada what exactly bang?”I'm still confused

“calm down, later you explain everything” replied again.

The car entered the courtyard of a very spacious house, very magnificent. Even too fancy in my opinion.

“down” command bang fatih again. after Reno opens the door.

“whose house is this bang? ask again.

“later brother explained in” his answer preceded me to walk in front. I followed him behind still with a confused face.

“sit down, calm yourself when you are calm brother tell me all. I hope fira does not get angry” replied he as he opened his coat and handed it to the waiter waiting in front of him. Bang Fatih sat the man holding the suit down to open his shoes and replace them with house slippers.

It was like seeing a scene in a Korean drama that I often watch. About the haughty CEO or something. Far from the impression of a ignorant fatih bang. He looks cold. The waiter did not see his smile. Just a nod. Maybe that's how you can thank me.

“abang will tell, starting from the woman who humiliated you earlier” he said like understanding my confusion. My gaze is still sharp towards him. He sat up straight.

We sat opposite the living room couch, I don't know what room. Many times the living room in my house.

“Name dea. We were almost engaged. The catastrophe is coming. I saw your husband having a romantic dinner with Andara. First brother does not believe, how could your once humiliated husband be able to re-establish a relationship with him” then he looked down deeply like he was holding back the anger that would spill.

“That was in your mind at that time, how you were at home. While her husband was making out with another woman in front of me. Brother imagines your teary face. Crying over that jerk. I'm angry, I don't accept. I wanted to feel bad at that time. But I remember that won't solve the problem. You will remain injured” silent again.

his hands clenched tightly. Until the books are white. Describe how angry this man is in front of me.

“abang thinks your life is happy, brother feels brother's job to keep fira is done. Brother intends to have a serious relationship with women.married, and have children. Until finally my brother knows that your household is not okay”

“abang cancel everything, the woman has got what she wants. It turned out that he was just as greedy as Andara. He chased after the brother asking to continue the relationship. But my brother has no desire to go there. Your happiness is also Rania's responsibility after the man was betrayed. Heap your trust” he looks at me deeply.

I remember the words of aunt Rukayya at that time, bang fatih canceled her engagement without anyone knowing the reason. So this is the reason

I fell silent not knowing what to answer, it turned out that he was still the same as before.

“before you marry Amir has promised to take good care of you, will not hurt you. If he breaks all that, brother promises to take you by force from him. And he approved” took a deep breath releasing slowly as if wanting to release the heavy weight that was squeezing.

“abang changed all plans. Move to this city. Just want to make sure that you can be independent if one day the man is not able to make you happy” he said with a face still furious.

I remember also when I asked aunt rukayya bang fatih where to stay. The woman said that bang fatih moved to the same city as me.

“At the olip wedding, brother saw that cowardly man leave you. Both with Rania. Almost kicked him in the parking lot. But brother was afraid to invite a commotion. Again my brother thought the punishment was too light if only with a punch.”

“all that happened with living fira after that, brother knows it. Maybe fira was surprised. Sorry brother presumptuous do it all” his gaze softened, netra we met. I put my face first.

“When I drove Fira home from the invitation to the olip, saw your husband do that with the woman, I wanted it to feel when it was your brother unloading your rot in front of your husband. How he used to chase brother to justify various ways”

“want also brother took you away from that bastard. But you see your love for her is too great. Brother did not have the heart to ruin it.” the story stopped because a waiter delivered a drink.

Now I'm starting to understand

“so, who borrowed that cat Mas Amir” asked him. Nodding.

Whether I'm happy or should be sad or angry at him I don't know.

“do you also sent Mas Amir a message that night” tanyaku. Again he nodded.

What is in this man's head. Why sacrifice his own happiness for my sake.

“bliss brother when seeing happy fira” he said firmly

“but fira does not like bang, let fira solve the problem of fira itself. Living in a household is indeed a lot of trials. Suppose now the fira is experiencing it.” I said not accept. I want to see when he treats me like a child who can't do anything.

“abang did this because brother knows how fira. Simple women who will not be able to forgive all kinds of betrayal whatever the reason.” It turns out he still knows me well.

“maybe other mistakes can be forgiven but not for treason. Reprimand brother if salah” what to reprimand. Everything he said was true. How should I treat this man to be angry it feels like he is not able to. I can only go deep.

“sorry sir, everything is ready” a male servant approached us. Again this clean-skinned man nodded.

“follow brother, we eat. Fira hasn't eaten yet, has she? Ask me.

“not hungry bang” I replied

“later if the brother who cooks fira must be hungry” he said half forcefully.

“ayo” asked him half to force me.

We were in a room. If it is called this kitchen is too luxurious, really my kitchen is nothing. Bang fatih rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. Wearing apron. Like a professional chef just his style.

“fira just sit there” pointed high chair in front of the kitchen

“you can go” evict some waiters who are standing watching us. Wordlessly. They left after nodding and bowing their bodies towards us. It's cool of him. It's a pity singles.

For a moment forget the riot that just happened. The life of the person in front of me is more interesting. So arrogant as the boss.

“fira time ask for brother's HP number, why can not be contacted. What is given fake numbers” ask me carefully.

“abang block fira number, because fira is still the wife of people. Sinful woman who tells the mess of her household to other men. Including abang” said without looking at me. He was busy with his kitchen there.

I'm full of feelings.In addition to keeping my feelings turned out she also keeps my honor as a wife.

“what cooking, so busy. Why don't you tell the waiter just” I wonder what she's cooking.

“they don't know your taste, they just know my taste” answered lightly

What the fuck he is, does he still remember all about me.

I don't know why every one around the fatih bang I feel like a little boy who can't do anything. Everything needs to be served well, as if what I do will cause danger. More precisely this man treated me like a mother who was looking after a new baby learning its way.

“can you change your mind about fira, fira is an adult, already has children. All can fira do it yourself. brother trust?” I ask, I will wait for the answer he wants to give.

“abang already did. To release you without interfering in your household affairs, before that male b*j*ngan hurt you in such a way” said.

“it turns out you are still stupid like before, your husband lies you just believe, you say you are an adult. From where” his tone was very upset.

“nih, brother is done let's eat”he said carrying a big bowl in front of me

“wah, brother still remembers fira's favorite. Okay thank you” answered me smelling the aroma of the cooking he made. Believe this. This is very appetizing, the aroma is like mother's cooking.so kangen, how are you and your father.

“don't be moved so, let's bring a dinner shirt” he brought the bowl was a dining shirt with a room in the hand dispels the heat. I don't know what the waiter who was lined up at the dinner table went hand in hand.

“tara..garang asem head snapper ala chef fatih” said while, his hand demonstrated when a chef introduced his creations.

I laughed, how his behavior could change when faced with me.

Smelled fresh fish, combined with kitchen spices, with yellow sauce, do not forget the orange leaves.

“how do you know everything even smells the same as mother's cooking”you are curious.

“who helped my mother cook in the barracks, my sister was a child. I'm required to be versatile even though I'm a male”. Yes also.

“if this recipe I ask mom, your taste is very strange. Already let's eat it cold” replied he handed me a plate that already contained warm rice. And hand over the spoon.

“your habit, always tasting the sauce first do” he said again.truly this creature.none of which was forgotten about my habits.

I took a little gravy, put it in my mouth, it really tastes like my mother's cooking. Asemnya, sweet, savory fit. I can't say anything.

“don't be moved so, eat” he said woke me from daydreams.

There is no table manner like a rich man, we eat with our hands it feels steady, really. I want to add. But my stomach is no longer fit.

Washing hands in the sink. I saw that Fatih was doing the same.

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