The Fake Couple

You can go now.

Daffin just closed his virtual meeting with a field team working on his hotel refurbishment project. The man with a sharp nose frowned at the name of the caller plastered on his phone screen.

"The camera? Tumben?" muttered. They have not called each other again for a long time, especially since Ikram was officially engaged to Amber. Their relationship has been cut off since then.

"Hello, Ikram?" Daffin finally picked up the phone.

"Daffin? where are you?" ask me without further ado.

"What's up?" Daffin said lazily.

"You're in Jakarta, right?"

"Hmm, what is it?" daffin answered while scoping and leaning his back against the chair.

"Hun here now, Kinan's in an accident." Daffin jerks.

"Kinan's? Is he the same as you?"

"You just come here first. I'm sharing lock the hospital."

"Okay, I'm going there now. But inget yes, Ikram. You're Amber's husband. You don't mess with Kinan, your own baby friend."

But Ikram hung up without answering a word. Making Daffin dongkol to ubun-ubun.

Although Amber had dumped him and chose to marry Ikram, Daffin still could not bear if Amber to be betrayed by Ikram for the sake of other women. Especially if the other woman is Kinanti, the woman who lately had troubled her heart.

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Ikram looked at Kinanti with pity. He wants to talk about a lot of things that annoy his feelings about Daffin, but is worried about making Kinanti offended and overthinking. Kinanti is in need of a lot of rest right now.

Ikram may not be able to make Kinanti happy with his own hands, but he hopes this woman will be happy by the right man. But, she was not sure if that man was Daffin, the man that Kinanti had chosen as the mooring of her heart at this moment. Since knowing Amber would marry Ikram, Daffin had gone crazy and made night club as his favorite tongkrongan and entertained himself with frequent flirting with women. Ikram fears it will become a habit for Daffin and hurt Kinanti's feelings later.

The quilt that Kinanti had just slept in. Ikram felt pained to see the many blisters and bluish bruises in some areas of the body of the woman he loved.

"The camera? You here?" Kinanti muttered in her sleep. It turned out that in his subconscious, Kinanti was comfortable with the existence of Ikram by his side.

"I'm still here, Kinan. Sleep well," whispered Ikram with a heart full. Then he grabbed and smashed the woman's hand.

"Mami ....., Papi ...," Kinanti rummaged in her sleep.

Ikram patted gently Kinanti's cheeks that looked agitated, while her eyes remained tightly closed.

"Don't leave me. Please.come back...." Kinanti moaned sadly, dreaming of her dead parents.

Ikram rang the bell, calling the nurse because of Kinanti's high body temperature. After the nurse injects the medicine through an infusion hose and says Kinanti is fine, the new cream can calm down.

"Where can I leave you in this state, Kinan?" whisik Ikram while stroking the barley of Kinanti's hair that was calmer and no longer stirring.

If only not shackled status that has become the husband of people. Ikram will no longer leave this woman. As he had done before when leaving Kinanti weakly drooping in a UKS bed after hearing the news his father died on the day of High School graduation.

"Mas Ikram, let's go home. You're waiting in the car" persuaded Mr. Herman who followed him to the UKS. The driver, who was like his family, whispered.

"Don't arrive, angry sir, Mas. Tuan said he would cancel the purchase of his house Non-Kinanti if Mas Ikram did not want to recede. Come on, let's go home now"

Inevitably, Ikram released his grip from the hands of Kinanti who was still unconscious. It was hard to leave Kinanti. But for the sake of the smooth sale of Kinanti's house, Ikram was forced to obey his father's order to stay away from this girl.

"Kinan..., oh my goodness, Kinan."

"Yes strong and stoic, Kinan."

"Sorry to hear that, Kinan."

Amber, Aleta, and Tita chirped in condolences as they took turns hugging Kinanti. Mr. Herman took advantage of the opportunity to quickly pull Ikram out of the room.

Ikram sighed when all the memories had passed, then took the washlap cloth attached to Kinanti's forehead and dipped it again into the basin the nurse had provided. After squeezing it, Ikram put it again on the woman's forehead. Then he saw Kinanti who had fallen asleep. Seeing it calm makes the heart of Ikram also poured tranquility. Ikram began to sleepy and lay down his heavy head.

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Daffin was stunned to see Ikram falling asleep at the side of the bed while holding onto Kinanti's hand. There was a stinging heat in his heart. What the fuck? Doesn't know if he's a married man?

Daffin breathes out. His heart beat. Then laugh cynically. Why would he come here? Kinanti had nothing to do with him anymore.

But then Daffin remembered again the figure of Amber who was still loved. What happens if Amber sees this? The man she had just married, had betrayed her quickly. As he guessed, Ikram still loved Kinanti Queensha very much. Amber was naive for not believing Daffin's words. Now, feel the consequences yourself.

Daffin turned around, wanting to leave the room. But suddenly he remembered the words Amber had said to him.

'For me, love is willing to sacrifice, Daffin. Sure..., you love me? Let's see, after we broke up, you still want to sacrifice for me? Otherwise, it means your love for me is fake.'

A phoney? Not his love for Amber all this time is sincere, even until this moment he still loves the woman.

Daffin clenched his hands and sighed deeply. Then turn around and look at the bed.

"Minine...!" he shouted as he approached.

"Baby... What's going on?" Daffin's shrieking voice jolted Ikram from his sleep. Ikram hurriedly removed his grasp from Kinanti's hand and turned to Daffin.

"You're new nyampe?" reproofing.

Daffin did not ignore Ikram, he ducked and stroked the face of Kinanti who was still asleep.

"Kinan.., I love you," he whispered, then peeked deeply into the woman's lips right before Ikram's eyes. Through the tail of his eyes, Daffin could see Ikram immediately turned his face, and he heard his heavy sigh. And the satisfaction was poking in Daffin's chest because it succeeded in torturing the man's feelings.

"Because you've come, I'm back." Ikram got up from his seat.

"Where is the story you can be the same Kinanti here? What did you two do before? You guys got an affair?" cecar Daffin withholds the steps of the Ikram.

"No" said Ikram very calmly. Because that's the truth. There was no affair between him and Kinanti.

"There's someone who told me about Kinan's accident. If you don't believe me, I can meet you with that person tomorrow and ask for his testimony."

Daffin smiled cynically and shook his head.

"You can go now" he kicked her out without thanking her.

Ikram glanced at Kinanti for a moment, there was a sense of heaviness in that gaze of hers. Then the man turned around without saying goodbye again.

After Ikram, Daffin plunged a spotlight of his anger on Kinanti who was weakly rolled in bed.