Deepest Love
The Part 14

I opened my eyes, the lights in the room were on, the clock on the wall was 6 o'clock more. I came out of the bathroom to take a shower and saw Mr. Faiz cooking. I didn't say hello, I went straight into the bathroom. After I finished the shower, I came out of the bathroom. I saw Mr. Faiz arranging food on the family room table.

''have you prayed?'' Ask Mr. Faiz.

''Sholat?''

''Yes.''

"Not yet."

''You pray first, we eat it!" He said while smiling at me.

I scratched my non-itchy nape.

''Emm, I don't have a face.''

''Wait a minute.''

Mr. Faiz went into the room, he opened the closet and looked for something there. It turns out he's looking for Mukena...Uh, who do you think it is? It is not possible to dong Pak Faiz pray using Mukena.

"Wear this!" Mr. Faiz thrust the face at me.

I offer the magrib prayer. Honestly, I very rarely pray, I will pray if someone tells me to pray, if there is no I will not do it. Well, I know it's wrong and sinful, but somehow I don't pay much attention to it, maybe because my parents also pray very rarely. No, not infrequently, but never.

After I finished praying, I went out to dinner.

On the table was tofu and fried tempeh, and there were two foods I didn't know their names for.

"That's all sir, nothing else?" my many.

"Yes, there's only this at the stall. Tomorrow I'll make you another meal, but now eat this first yes," he said.

I was still staring at the food on the table.

"Sit, Fi!" He said, patting an empty place beside him.

I followed his orders. Mr. Faiz prepared my meal. I ate the food, and the food tasted really good. In fact I can say that this, tempeh and fried tofu is the tempeh and the best fried tofu I have ever eaten.

"How do you like it?" Ask.

"Em. well, I like it. Turns out Mr. Faiz is good at cooking too."

Mr. Faiz smiled cheerfully.

"Thank you."

After I finished my dinner, I was about to stand up and go into the room. However, Mr. Faiz prevented me.

"Awhile" he said.

I sit back.

"Why?"

He silently looked at me for a moment.

"I hope you accept this fate, Fi. I hope we can live happily together." The link is long.

I looked at him pushyly, the shadow of the event this afternoon came back to my mind. Why do I have to be told again, when my heart was feeling a little calm?.

I feel angry, I feel Mr. Faiz does not understand me. My chest ached, my heartbeat raced fast, my breathing was irregular, my eyes warmed as well. My mouth was tightly closed, I held back my tears from falling. But it was in vain, one tearful mouth managed to fall down dripping. Mr. Faiz looked excited when he saw me crying. He looked at my hand, his hand cold.

"Shofia, I don't mean to offend you, I just want you to know that, that's all... I'm sorry, I was wrong. You don't cry well, I can't see you crying," she said to me.

I pulled my hand out of his ring hand.

"Father don't know how I feel, Mr. Faiz doesn't understand. It's hard for me sir, my heart still doesn't accept. I need some time, sir, Mr. Faiz should know that dong!"

I stood up and went into the room. I wanted to lock it but couldn't because the key wasn't there. I cried against the door of the room.

"Shofia?" He said as he knocked on the door of the room.

"Don't come in!" My antagon.

"Well, I won't go in, but you don't cry. I'm sorry, I'm ti-"

"Shut up!" My snapping cuts his words.

Mr. Faiz no longer speaks.

That's good, I get even more upset if I keep hearing her voice. Mr. Faiz is really a bitch. He's like a confession-hungry, confessing as my husband. Did he not think about my feelings? At my young age, 19 years old I was already a wife. And shamefully again, I got married because I was in Greece, not because of my own will. Even my mind and mind still cannot accept it.

Because I was tired of crying and my back was also sore, I moved to the top of the bed. I lay staring at the ceiling, wondering what will my future be? Luckily my tuition was cheap because I got a scholarship. But what about other costs?.

"Huft, how confusing!"

"Shofia, I went to teach first. Do not forget to pray Isya'. Asalamualaikum," he said behind the door.

I didn't answer it, I kept thinking how about it going forward?. Tired of thinking hard, I fell back asleep.

I woke up to feel someone caressing my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mr. Faiz in front of me with his hand on my temple.

"aaa... Mr Faiz why hold me? Father, don't fuck! Or I'll scream!" I got up and retreated while pulling the blanket over my chest.

"I won't say anything about you Shofi. I'm just your hair covering your face." Mr. Faiz dodged it, but I couldn't believe it.

"Now Mr. Faiz is out! I don't want to room with my dad. Out Sir!"

"But Shofi-"

"Get out Sir!" I threw a pillow at him.

Mr. Faiz took the pillow and went out of the room.

I can breathe a sigh of relief. I suddenly imagined the moment he asked for his rights.

"No, I don't want to." My hair immediately goosebumps imagining it.