Wife For Faith

Chapter 12

The clinking sound of the incoming message made Fatimah who was correcting the duties of her students immediately turn her head. His forehead wrinkled faintly when the name of the man who used to be near– three years ago– again disturbed his day.

The smile that had not appeared for a long time was immediately bursting out on his sweet face.

“Tumbens. There's a wind what this guy chat me again.” It did not take long, Fatima also left the task she was working on and switched to checking the device. He was quite curious about the contents of the chat from the man who used to be so bitter to approach him.

Adama, Fatimah. How are you doing? Must be good, right? I am here also good. Unfortunately, something stuck in my heart. You can guess for yourself, right, what's that feeling? Yeah, I miss our old times together. Huft, but it seems like I'm the only one missing you. You see, if you really miss me, surely you will not ignore me all this time. But, uh, but, do you still live with your parents? Or, just now you already ... ah, please do not say if you already have another man? Please don't say that, Fa!

The woman's smile immediately expanded wide after reading a long message sent by her schoolmate first. Dhani Wicaksono is the upperclassman at the university where Fatimah studied. However, they were close also because of the accident that ended up being a friendship until three years ago.

Since the young man had to move to Japan to work–, which he had long dreamed of, Fatimah and Dhani became rarely communicate, even loss contact just like that. And only today did the woman receive news from her friend.

Not mean to be arrogant or anything. However, Fatimah knew very well the feelings that Dhani had for her. As a result, as much as possible, she slightly kept a safe distance so as not to make children baper people and considered herself to be an irresponsible woman.

Friends who concur as the pursuer of Fatimah's love. Yes, from a long time ago Dhani was so unyielding to melt the heart of the friend. Already often he expressed his heart, even at any time, if there is always time his lips expressed his good intentions to marry Fatimah.

However, the same answer will always be repeated again and again from Fatimah. “This relationship will not continue to a further level, Dhan. Because I can't think of you as more than a friend. Sorry,” he said full of regrets.

The two of them are now in a cafe close to the house owned by the Fatimah family. Yes, the woman agreed to meet from Dhani and this is where two children adam and Eve sat. At the end of the cafe with black coffee and orange juice on the table as friends hang out.

Sighing heavily. “Aish, why is your answer always the same, anyway, Fa. No other creations?” The lips were smiling, but Fatimah was a lie. But as much as he might not have thought.

Dhani herself chose to wet her throat which suddenly felt dry. He then took a cup on the table, then sipped his favorite black coffee after three years of not meeting the best friend–Fatimah.

Three years of living without news makes Dhani a lover of bitter coffee as a diversion of feelings and thoughts. Blame it, Mr. Hiroshima who always strangled him with the bitter powder every day when he met.

Now, he actually became addicted to the bitter taste. A taste that will never be forgotten when first branded then. It tastes bitter, bitter, but sweet.

Fatimah sipped her orange juice, then afterwards giggled amusedly. “Yes, how else. Want to be flanked also in my eyes you are a very unlikely figure to be a life partner, Dhan,” he replied straightforwardly as usual.

“Asem. Fortunately you are beautiful, try if not already I fired you so temen,” omel Dhani, while looking at the sweet face of Fatimah.

Honestly, he did not expect much about his proposal this time. Maybe this is a gift try. If accepted, thank God, no yes no problem. However, he seriously put his heart to his best friend.

Fatimah smiled proudly. “Yes, very grateful when I was born, I was blessed with this very beautiful face,” he replied which is clearly a regular thing thrown whenever anyone praises his beautiful face.

“Since you showed me. Satisfied?”

“Dih, by the way already the most real cake,” elak Fatimah tried to look ordinary, although in the heart a little bitter smile.

Finally, the two old friends spent the night exchanging news to mention the future plans, including the intention of Fatimah who will end her bachelor. Of course it was enough to touch Dhani's heart.

“Are you sure you'll receive a proposal from him, Fa? Have you tried praying istikharah yet? Or, have you known him more deeply?” The full question of Dhani's concern clearly made Fatimah chuckle.

“One-one can, Dhan, no need in wholesale all times,” legitimately giggled amused.

“Yes, how else. I as your best friend all this time of course worried, if a half-man woman like you will marry a man who is not well known. In fact, the proposal from me you just refuse, the turn of a stranger you think,” his fingers by putting on a pouty face.

“I don't feel considered,” he added languish.

“Aih, whatan, anyway, Dhan. Don't put on a face like that, Deh. Not really pantes with your extravagant face,” tease Fatimah who really knows if the friend is just joking.

“Sial! You made me look like a striped nose om-om who was teasing an elementary school kid who didn't graduate until now,” Dhani sneered at Fatimah's cynical face.

Laughter never goes away from the lips, if you are with your best friend. He never grieves, maybe even will always be happy if it is within the reach of Dhani Wicaksono. Youths are humorous and can always be best friends at any time, but not as friends of life.

“Excuse me, can I join?”

The voice was quite familiar to Fatimah's ears and she was shocked by the arrival of the figure who had just become the topic of conversation between the two of them. However, what surprised him was his existence.

“Do you know him, Fa?” dhani asked, squinting both eyelids suspicious of the presence of a foreign man who was casually sitting next to his best friend's chair.

“Oh,” he said in surprise, then looked at the figure beside him with cute blinking eyes. “Eh, introduce him is ...”

“I am a future husband from Fatimah, Aiman,” cut one's baby widower, he said, while sticking out his hand in front of Dhani who was glaring in shock towards Fatimah and the back of the little boy in the arms of the foreign man.

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