
Fahri was standing in front of a mirror to check his appearance. Once it was enough, the man walked towards the kitchen. Cute joined breakfast together with his wife and in-laws.
"How much do you earn working in a department store? I heard from Sifa, you work there?" ask Kartika.
"Not great, Mom. But it's good enough for additional Sifa shopping," explained Fahri.
Sifa just poked her lips. As if he felt that Fahri's salary was still too small and could not meet his daily needs.
"What's up, Sifa? Why is your face like that?" ask Kartika.
"It's okay, Mom. It's just that, I still feel less even though Mas Fahri already has two jobs at once. So the cashier at the convenience store didn't pay her salary, ma'am. I know for myself, now everything is expensive," said Sifa.
"Yes. It's also true what you said. Now, the price of chili alone is exorbitant, not to mention other ingredients," said Kartika who helped justify his son's speech.
"But you never buy kitchen stuff, honey." Fahri tried to defend himself. What he said is true. My wife hardly ever cooks.
Sifa took off the spoon that was in her hand. The woman frowned looking at Fahri who seemed to corner her.
"Mom can see for yourself, right? There is always a defense for himself. He didn't even want to give up one bit. Mas, if it's like this constantly, I feel really sick, Mas." Sifa left her husband and mother at the dinner table.
While Kartika, looking intently at the daughter-in-law. "You, ... Why shut up? Go after your wife and apologize to her! Are you always like this when you're facing your wife?"kartika looked at her daughter-in-law lazily.
Fahri hasn't even touched his breakfast yet. He had to obey the in-laws to pursue his wife. Lf it doesn't? He must be back on the stamp as a lousy son-in-law.
Fahri came out of his house. He saw Sifa who had just entered the elevator, about to head to the ground floor. Quickly, Fahri directly held Sifa's wrist.
"Can you not act like this in front of your mother?" Fahri.
"Why? Are you scared?" challenge Sifa looked at her husband nyalang.
"Sifa, please. If mom is here, can we not fight? Can you give up a little with your selfish attitude? Please Sifa. Mom always scolded me by telling me that my son-in-law was crummy and unreliable. Can we get along in front of mom?" persuade Fahri.
Hearing Fahri's words, making Sifa roll her eyes lazily. She was really bored with her married life. Near Fahri, he always had arguments. Another case if he is with Aldo.
Aldo always complied with his request. Aldo is very good at taking his heart when he is feeling sad or saturated. It is very inversely proportional to Fahri.
"Mas, I think .. we're no longer in line. I've thought about this many times, but ... Still, want to be forced anyway, eventually one of us will feel hurt," obviously Sifa is still trying to let go of her husband's hand checks.
"What do you mean, Sifa? What do you mean by saying that we're out of line?" fahri asked with eyes that began to turn red to hold back the tears that were spilled.
"I'm tired, Mom. I want us to separate!" lirih Sifa's.
It was like hearing a rumble during the day. Instantly the hand checks that had been still clutching his wife's hand, have now been released just like that.
Fahri. He really didn't think his wife could say that.
"Please think again, My wife. I really can't afford to lose you. Please retract your words," Fahri persuaded, asking his wife to retract her words.
Sifa said nothing. The woman just kept quiet while looking down. As if telling the husband that their marriage can no longer be saved.
"I'm not going to divorce you. I will keep this marriage!" fahri who then went back into the house.
The man took his briefcase lying on one of the sofas in the living room. He chose to go to work without filling his stomach first.
Fahri walked quickly, following Sifa who was no longer seen. However, when he was outside, Fahri saw Sifa along with someone, riding a luxury car to his workplace.
Fahri ran after his wife. No matter what pair of eyes looked at him or judged that he was a stupid man.
Sifa looked at Fahri from the rearview mirror. The woman closed her eyes, trying to ignore Fahri who was running after her and Aldo.
"Your husband knows about us?" ask Aldo.
"Sooner or later he will find out" said Sifa, who closed her eyes.
"Can you increase the speed of your car? I don't want him chasing us all the way to my place of work" Sifa continued.
At the request of his lover, Aldo stepped on the gas pedal of the car to increase the speed of his vehicle.
Fahri's distance is getting further away. The man who was chasing the car finally gave up. Fahri gasped, unconsciously tears just fell on his cheeks.
The car carrying Sifa was getting more and more invisible. Fahri's eyes were crooked. The man tried hard to make Sifa happy, worked tirelessly trying to meet the needs of his wife.
However, what he got was a betrayal from his wife. Sifa chose to go with the man in his luxury car, rather than survive with Fahri who fought hard, desperately to make himself happy.
"Is treasure the source of your happiness? Why are you so willing to do this, Sifa? " create Fahri.
He walked down the street in shaky steps. For Fahri, Sifa is everything. For his wife, however, Fahri was just a man he could not count on.
Fahri was feeling really tired. He could no longer contain his sadness. The man returned to his apartment, undoing his intention to go to work.
Step by step he walked back to the house, this felt like a dream for Fahri. Has he not fought so hard all this time? Is his wife still unable to see his struggle?
Fahri loved his wife very much. More than loving himself. Therefore, the parting word that came out of Sifa's mouth, was very influential for him.
"Why did we become like this? I didn't even expect that you would repay my love. But at least hang with me. Let me show you how much I love you. But I beg you not to be with any man other than myself" Fahri said.
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