IT WAS THE WIDOW'S FAULT
69.Papa wants you to forget them

"Subhanallah..."Said Fahmi by rubbing his face.

Fahmi felt frustrated dealing with the lecturer on that one. Fahmi was really annoyed with the phone earlier.

While continuing his duties, Fahmi continued to say his lips istighfar. Because to get rid of his hatred and resentment towards his professional friend.

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"Wa'alaikumsalam.., uh why is this Fahmi sir so difficult to approach. If on campus you can keep the image, which is cool. I am also embarrassed that in public too pursue Mr. Fahmi. I could have said widow gatel again, but somehow I want to always be on the side of Mr. Fahmi. Good looking, nice, but cool like Thai artist, Thitipoom Techaapaikhun uh charming." Saying while fantasizing.

Imagine being able to be with Fahmi, a lecturer who was able to make him tempted by his charm. According to his criteria, mature, well mannered, handsome, loyal.

He believes that people like Fahmi are loyal, because he knows Fahmi has not been married since he separated from his wife.

He heard himself when asked by his senior lecturer, Irfan. So he knows a little more, what Fahmi is like.

Because she was widowed because she was also surrounded by her ex-husband. From there also this beautiful lecturer, increasingly interested in Fahmi.

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At the hospital, Asifa continued to seduce her parents.

"Papa Asifa wants to go home, bored here continues." Asifa's whine on her papa.

"Can't princess papa won't take any chances. You can go home if the doctor says you can go home."Mr. Herman said to his favorite daughter.

"But I'm tired pa, here I just eat sleep. My body is so sore, all the food is not good at eating. If Nusantara food is good I can choose whatever I want to eat.

"Yes papa knows what it's like to be sick. You must be patient, baby, for now your health is more important."Mr. Herman said softly.

Mr. Herman hopes Asifa understands his concerns. Therefore Mr. Herman wants the best for Asifa. His physical and mental health, can only be calm.

"Pa, I'm just tired so yesterday didrop deh."Kill Asifa with a bow.

"You think that this papa you can lie like Atifah what. Papa can see that you were not sleep deprived in Jakarta yesterday. And you still remember the man who did not have that heart. Papa doesn't think about you, still thinks about them. Indeed, they are meritorious to you, are we not meritorious to you?"

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"Indeed if it wasn't for them, you and Ayesha couldn't possibly be what they are today. Even this papa is only ordinary workers, boro-boro wants to send their children to college. Being able to go to high school may be difficult for you and Aisyah. But for papa your happiness is the most important darling. Papa wants you to forget them, don't keep them on your mind. Because you feel like you've forgotten us." Herman continued with tears in his eyes.

"Asifa mama and papa will try, to make you happy without them. Those of you who don't want to open up to us, that makes us feel useless. As parents, we feel like we failed to be good parents to his daughter."Limpal bu Hafsah, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

This is what makes Asifa so far, always harboring all this strange taste. Because he didn't want his parents to be sad.

Asifa used to accept arranged marriages also because of return. But when I met Ardi there was a growing sense in his heart. That's what parents think is the best choice. And he also feels comfortable with the Dinata family.

But after marriage, with the man who already made her fall in love. For the first time, Asifa was very happy.

But after a month of marriage Asifa can be happy. But if the person who understands with his heart, surely knows if it is only outside.

Asifa felt like a bird, living in a golden cage. Anything he can get, want shopping, a walk around the world can. But always in the rules of the owner, can not determine his own wishes.

"Not Asifa would not open ma, pa, but that would make you sad. Asifa does not want to, if you feel what Asifa feels. Because no one will strengthen Asifa. Huhuhuhuhu, so Asifa asked to come back here. Because if here Asifa can calm down ma, pa."

Cry in his papa's arms. Mr. Herman calmed his daughter by rubbing her head.

"But now Asifa probably won't be calm if it's still in the same guard dad pa." Asifa complained, feeling uncomfortable.

"Relax baby, papa talked this over with your dad and Ardi. The guards are only on guard as long as you're at Asifa's house. The important thing is that you forget now, what you've felt."Mr. Herman said, affectionately.

"Really?" Asifa looked up at papa's face. To confirm his father's words, because he knew it was quite difficult to deal with a person like Mr. Arya.

"Yes baby, but...." Doubt to convey the request of his best friend as well as his besi.

"But what pa?"ask Asifa.

"Your father asked Papa if you should not refuse his gift."Answer mr. Herman.

Asifa was confused as to what her father and papa meant. What his father would give him.

"Indeed I would give you what for Asifa, who from mother alone has not opened Asifa." Asifa.

"Your father's word will be given to you, if you are married . And I'm asking you to get married within 3 months."Mr. Herman looked at Asifa's gaped face.

How Asifa did not falter, her request which she said still curbed her.

"Huff why it's so hard to get away from them. It's me just a foster kid, what if I'm his real son. Not in the shadows, how my life. Lagian is married to a woman full of this shortcoming, who wants to. Why he never thought about my feelings. Just say baby, if it's like this what can be said dear." Asifa said with emotions that began to whack on Asifa's mentality.

Mr. Herman immediately pulled Asifa in his arms. And soothing, so that Asifa does not get excessive emotions. So that it had an impact on his mental, and depression again.

"Istighfar dear, papa has arrived with dad. For this marriage we will not be rash. What if we pray istikharah first, ask for guidance to Allah SWT. For God is best a place to ask for guidance." Said mr. Herman.

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