Deepest Love
The Part 15

I came out of the bathroom with my wet hair wrapped in a towel. Suddenly Mr. Faiz intercepted me.

"Are you still angry?" Ask.

"Yes" I said ketus.

"Umi was calling, she wanted to see you"

"Continue?"

"I want you to talk to Umi, but don't sniff at her."

"I don't want to!" My speech.

"Shofia, listen! You can be rude to me, I'm not angry, but don't be rude to Umi later, because Umi doesn't know anything, she just wants to know you. Shofia, be kind to others, be friendly to others. Don't make you the same as them." His words at length.if you think about it, Mr. Faiz said there is a point as well. But prestige ah apologize first.ah I have an idea.

"Okay, I'll talk to Mr. Faiz, but there's one condition."

"Condition? What condition?" Mr. Faiz looked at me.

"The condition is, Mr. Faiz can't touch me without my permission, oh yes, and Mr. Faiz can't sleep in the room with me! What about deal or no deal?"

Mr. Faiz did not immediately reply, he was silent for a while. It seems that I have correctly put forward this condition, it is proven that Mr. Faiz is very heavy to answer, it is a sign that it does not rule out the possibility that Mr. Faiz will ask me for his rights.

"Sir! So, do you agree or not?" My toot.

"Ep... Yes, I agree."

"Good."

When I wanted to go into my room, Mr. Faiz again intercepted me.

"Where are you going?" Ask.

"You're in the room."

"We are talking now with Umi, Umi has been waiting since! Come on!"

Mr. Faiz sat in the long chair of the family room. I followed him and sat next to him.

Mr. Faiz started the video call. Not long after, the face of a middle-aged woman filled the mobile phone screen.

"Asalamualaikum Faiz," said the woman.

"Waalaikumsalam Umi" replied Mr. Faiz.

"Where's Umi's son-in-law, Iz?"

"This is Umi" said Mr. Faiz.

Then Mr. Faiz turned his phone screen in front of me.

"Asalamualaikum Umi" I said.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Masha Allah is very beautiful, dear, lucky Faiz dapet you" said Umi.

"Thank you Umi" I said.

We had a long chat, Umi told you how Mr Faiz is? What liking? What doesn't he like? And Umi also told the silly things that Mr. Faiz Natural.

Well, my first impression on Umi was pretty good huh. Umi's not as stiff as Mr. Faiz, he's pretty cool. Far different from this Baku.

"Duh, I didn't think we could talk all this time. I am glad to know you, dear. Umi pray that your marriage Sakinah mawadah warahmah, amen. Oh yes Faiz, don't be too hasty, let Shofia enjoy her youth first. If the matter of grandchildren, Umi can wait," said Umi.

I looked directly at Mr. Faiz. I honestly don't understand why Umi said that? Did Mr Faiz say anything until Umi said it?.

"Yes Umi, Faiz knows." Said Mr. Faiz.

"Honey, Umi said Faiz. Remind him not to force himself to work too much" said Umi.

"Yes Umi."

"Yes, asalamualaikum." Umi Greetings.

"Getishalight." Said Mr. Faiz.

"What is Umi talking about?" I asked right away when the call had been cut off.

"meaning? 'And you also heard that I said anything to Umi."

"I mean, why can Umi say "don't be in a hurry about grandchildren" ? Surely Mr. Faiz lied 'n the same Umi about us already ber....," suddenly I feel uncomfortable if I have to say the word in front of Mr. Faiz. Just looking at his face and body made me goosebumps and limp.

"W-What's Shofi? Related in*im?" Said Mr. Faiz with his front.

"Because you shampooed Shofi, that's why Umi can think like that," Mr. Faiz immediately left without explaining in detail.

What is the relationship between shampooing and in*im related? I followed him into the room.

"What does shampooing have to do with..in*im?" I said the lyrics at the end of the word.

"In our religion, if the husband and wife have completed the relationship ba*an, is required to carry out a mandatory bath or junub bath. Wandering water from hair to toe with a certain procedure, aiming to eliminate large hadas. Maybe because we're newlyweds and Umi sees you shampooing, that's why Umi thinks like that." His words are long.

I just nodded in understanding.

"Is there another question? If not, I'll go teach."

"Nothing" I said.

"Yes, I'm leaving first."

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Next morning. I'm getting ready to go to the campus, Mr. Faiz will take me.

"Shophia! Hurry up, I'll be late!" His word.

"Yes." Yeah." I ran towards him while entering my textbooks.

I stood in front of him, my hands were still busy checking my textbooks. Suddenly Mr. Faiz put a helmet on my head.

"Come on Shofi!" His orders kept me from silence.

I sat behind him, rushing Mr. Faiz forward his motorbike. When we got near the campus, I stopped him.

"Stop Sir! Stop that!" I patted his shoulder.

Mr. Faiz is marginalizing his bike. I got off the bike.

"Why? Is there anything left?" Ask.

I handed him the helmet.

"Nothing. I just don't want my friends to know that I'm married" I said casually.

Mr. Faiz was just looking at me, and it seemed that he was taking a deep breath. Bodo with what he thinks.

I stuck out my hand asking for pocket money on him. Mr. Faiz took out his wallet, he gave me 100 grand.

"It's for one week" he said.

My eyes glared at her words. How can this money be for a week?.

"Sir Faiz is joking? Where is enough sir! This for a day is not enough" I protested.

"Shofi, your situation is different now. You're an adult, you can understand all this. But you take it easy, I will try to find another job, so that you have enough. I promise!" Her speech.

"I'm not sure!" I walked leaving him.

"Let me pick up!" His shouting. I didn't touch his words.

After college, I didn't go home right away. Me and my friends stopped by Bang Mul's cafe.

I ordered my favorite food and drinks.

Bang Mul walked over to our table.

"Hi girl" said the flirtatious.

"Itch,'' my answer.

"Uluh-ten, very tight beb," she told me.

I didn't answer his words. Bang Mul joined us. We discussed the learning materials earlier this afternoon and talked about useless things.

I glanced at the clock, the clock showed at 2 pm. Suddenly I thought of Mr. Faiz. He said he was going to pick me up, is he still there waiting for me or not? I feel guilty if it's true that he's still waiting for me.

I picked up my phone that was in my bag. There was one missed call from Mr. Faiz at 12 p.m.

"I'm going to the toilet first" I said.

I called Mr. Faiz upon arrival at the toilet.

"Hallo Sir. Where's Mr Faiz?" My speech.

"I was near your stop down earlier. Is the lecture finished?" Her speech.

Spontaneously I pull my head. Surprised by Mr. Faiz's behaviour. Why wait so long? At least 'can be a phone, well this is just a phone once.

"Father come home, I'll be home with you!  Come home sir, don't wait!" My orders.

"You sure?"

"Yes. Go Sir!" I turned off my phone.

I went back to my friends. We chatted again until the afternoon.

"Home home, is it late in the afternoon?" Say one of my friends.

"Come on, it's also my body, '" said another friend.

I say goodbye to Bang Mul.

I asked my friends to drop me off at the bus stop. Plan I'll get home on the bus. Thankfully, they didn't ask much.

I entered the room as soon as I got home. But I didn't see Mr. Faiz at home, where did he go now?.

After cleaning my body, I went back to my room. But Mr. Faiz is still invisible.

"Where the hell is he?" Mumbles

Not long after, there was a greeting from Mr. Faiz.

"Asalamualaikum."

I rushed out of the room to see him.

"Where's the father?" My toot.

"From the stall, buy this." He said while showing a plastic wrap that I don't know what it contains.

Mr. Faiz passed away, I went back into the room.

After dinner, I went back to my room to do the work of the Lecturer. I went out of the room and went to the kitchen to get some water. As I exited the room, I saw Mr. Faiz sitting on the carpet with a P3K box in front of him.

"Not sleeping Fi?" Ask.

I just shook my head and left. After drinking water, I was about to go back to the room, but I saw Mr. Faiz having trouble treating his wounds. So I kindly wanted to help her, but still with my tough attitude.

I sat next to him, right in his injured hand. I pulled a little bit of his arm to see how bad the wound was. There were blackish bruises and scratches about 3 cm in the upper part of his elbow.

"Why get hurt?" My toot. I started treating his wounds.

"So I helped Mbok Jum fix his roof. Not being careful, I slipped down the stairs and fell. When I woke up, my arm was scratched by a stone" he explained.

"Mbok Jum, who?"

"He's a vegetable vendor here, he's a childless widow. It's a pity that no one helped" he said.

"Help people may, but also be careful. Good thing 'that stone only hits the arm, if it hits the head? Could be worth the money."

"Thank you for the attention" a wide smile rose on his face.

I'm focused on treating the wound. It happened this afternoon.

"Oh yeah, why was Faiz waiting for me this afternoon? Why not go home or call? It's just a phone once not picked up and not a phone anymore. Mr Faiz doesn't realize that you're stupid?"

"I called you just wanted to say that I've arrived, and why am I just calling once? Because I think you're working on a task or there's additional learning. I used to be a student, so I know how it feels. And why am I waiting? Because I'm afraid your money is running out and you don't have the cost to go home." Evidently.

"Oh. em, but Mr. Faiz is right. My money is up, so tomorrow I'll ask for more pocket money." I said casually.

Mr. Faiz did not answer, he just remained silent and lowered his head. I saw the look of a sad or disappointed face, I didn't know that. But I don't know why I feel guilty?.

"Is it done?" Ask in a soft tone

"Em."

"Thank you and go to sleep, it's night!" He said still in a soft tone.

I went back into the room. I tried to sleep but I couldn't. The shadow of a sad face with the smile of Mr. Faiz continues to be imagined in my mind.

"Sleep Fi, don't think Mr. Faiz. Don't feel guilty because you're not wrong. It's the wife's right to spend the husband's money, and it's the husband's responsibility to give a living." Mumbles.

I kept trying to sleep, but until 1 am these eyes wouldn't fall asleep.

I got out of bed and was going to leave the room. I don't know why I want to see Mr. Faiz's face?

I opened the door and saw Mr. Faiz sleeping on the carpet with only a sheath covered. I approached Mr. Faiz, I squatted in front of his face. I kept staring at her face, her face was so soothing and so warm. The face of the man I once respected, I admired and who I always waited for his advice.

But now everything has changed. I realize this is not the fault of Mr. Faiz, I realize my attitude is outrageous to him. But I still can't accept that if Mr. Faiz refuses then, this marriage won't happen.

I went back to my room and tried to sleep.

I don't know what time I fell asleep, now the sound of a chicken is rippling. I got out of bed and got ready to go to the campus.

Mr. Faiz was waiting in front of the house while heating his motorbike. Mr. Faiz drove his bike to scrape the distance to the destination, as he could, no chat at all.

Mr. Faiz dropped me off yesterday I asked him to pull over.

"This is your pocket money." Mr. Faiz gave me a hundred thousand dollars.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give more. Then I left first. See you, asalamualaikum." Pempitannya.

I was still silent, observing her already invisible self.

I walked to campus. Along the way my mind was fixed on the smile of that man, my husband. He always showed me his smile even though I always annoyed him. Sometimes it's that smile that makes me feel guilty about my actions.

After college, I walked to the place where Mr. Faiz was waiting for me.

"Asalamualaikum. How's college?" Sweet talk.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Just be usual."

Now we have arrived at home and Mr. Faiz immediately returned to the school where he taught. Mr. Faiz used his lunch time to pick me up. I didn't ask you, he wanted to do it himself. He forbade me to ride his bike, he said his bike was often in trouble.

I lay my body on the bed. Throughout the lesson, I did not focus on the lesson, but on Mr. Faiz. Because of this guilt, I had an idea. I will put more pressure on him through feelings, I will also keep pressing him through his money anyway, only I will be a little kind.