Love Above the Wounds
The Unthinkable

Fitri's body felt limp, seeing who the man who was now standing in front of him.

Never before had it been thought, suspected or thought, that the man in front of him was the one who had sent him the package all along.

"Great?!!" pekik Fitri restrained.

Agus, is the former girlfriend of Fitri in the village, so far his presence is almost ignored and forgotten.

Fitri was in a relationship with Agus before Dicky married her, while in Jakarta struggling to become Fitri's volunteer teacher at rape, and Dicky showed up to marry Fitri.

"How are you doing Fit?" agus asked with a smile.

Fitri's body felt limp boneless, he did not know what to do to the man in front of him.

"So you've been sending me those packages all this time?? Then what do you mean??" ask Fitri.

"Fitri, we're talking in the front cafe, it's not nice to see so many people!" agus.

Fitri nodded his head, they then walked out of the office towards the cafe which was right in front of the expedition office.

Then they sat down on one of the cafe's benches.

"What do you want to drink Fit?" tawar Agus's.

"No need!" sahut Fitri's. Agus seemed to take a deep breath.

"Fit, you got married all of a sudden and just left me, I know from your mother you married a rich doctor, my heart ached Fit, I know I'm just a poor farm-worker's son, you know, from that moment on I was determined to travel to Jakarta, and as you can see, I worked in the expedition!" agus.

"Then, what do you mean send me a package? Do you want to ruin my marriage?" ask Fitri.

"I ... just want to give you what I can give you, even if I know, you already belong to someone else!" answer Agus.

"You're crazy Gus, from now on, stop that ridiculous act of yours!" fitri hatch.

"Fit, I've been dying to talk to you, ever since you got married, you've almost forgotten me!' agus.

"No Gus, I'm a married woman, and as long as you know, I love my husband so much, let alone the children among us!" firmly Fitri.

"Then, are you going to just forget our memories all along??" ask Agus.

"Memories? Agus, we did have a relationship before, but it was a meaningless teenage love, I beg of you to forget me, find another woman who can love you sincerely!" fitri.

"Fitri, you know I almost used all of my income just to give you a present, and I hope you'll be happy to accept it, even if you don't know it's me, at least I'd be very happy if you'd take it!" agus.

"Good, before it's too late, please stop this ridiculous act of yours, if my husband finds out, you'll be out of it!" cetus Fitri's.

"But Fit, I'm still very ..."

"Enough! The story between us is finished, I beg Gus, forget me and stop sending me another package!" Fitri clenched his palms together a plea sign.

"Alright, I also want you to be happy Fit, but can we just be friends?" ask Agus.

"Friends? My husband once said, no male or female friendship, we better forget each other!" sahut Fitri's.

"But Fit, how can I forget you? I'm looking forward to coming to Jakarta and working here is just to see you, even if only from a distance!" agus. His face implied a longing.

"Sorry Gus, I can't be friends with you, I have to respect my husband's feelings, and I beg you very much, stop all your gifts!" said Fitri while moving from his place.

"Wait Fit!" call Agus.

"Goodbye Agus, I hope you can find the woman who makes you happy!" said Fitri while stepping leaving Agus who was stunned to see his departure.

It was getting late in the afternoon, the sun began to fall to the place of the dispute.

Fitri got down from the taxi he was riding, then he stepped inside the mansion.

Ms. Anjani is seen sitting on the porch holding Alex.

"Fitr! Where the hell are you from?" ask Bu Anjani.

"I'm from .... from ..stroll around and catch some wind!" sahut Fitri lied.

"Wind out? Do you think there is no wind in this house? Why did you go to Mom's first license?" asked Bu Anjani again while staring intently at Fitri.

"I'm sorry Mom, I was .. I forgot Mom!" replied Fitri who looks wrong in front of Bu Anjani.

"Hmm, the reason you're so unreasonable, you have to learn how to behave as a high-class woman, I know you saved my son from Bram's crimes, but that doesn't mean you can!" said Bu Anjani.

Fitri just silently lowered his head without daring to speak again.

"Sorry Mom, can I bring Alex? I haven't held Alex this whole day!" tanya Fitri lirih's.

"You take a shower, clean yourself up, and then you can hold Alex!" answer Ms. Anjani.

"Good Mom!"

Fitri then rushed to her room and started to shower and change clothes.

In his mind he still remembered about Agus, the sender of the package, in the heart of Fitri pity Agus, he even sacrificed his salary just to buy Fitri a gift.

After neatly dressed Fitri then down, the aroma of cooking for dinner already smelled delicious, Fitri suddenly felt very hungry.

Alex is seen lying on a carpet mattress in the living room, Dina and Dara appear to surround Alex, they are seen playing together.

Without wasting time, Fitri immediately took Alex from the carpet mattress and immediately carried him.

"Lho, Mama, take Alex, and we play with Alex!" dara protest.

"Mama's also just carrying Alex, right you guys are home all day, can play with Alex continues right!" fitri.

"Where you can, Alex always plays with Oma, if we approach Alex, Oma must tell us to go to the room and play alone!" Dina.

"Then anyway? Now which Oma?" ask Fitri.

"Oma there's another guest Ma, so Alex is on the taro here, and we're just being told to take care!" sahut.

"Guests? Whose guests?" ask Fitri again.

"Don't know, Mama just look in the living room!" sahut Dina's.

While holding Alex, Fitri then stepped into the living room, from behind the wall he saw Bu Anjani was talking with some women social friends.

All the women in the living room looked elegant and classy, indicating that they were rich and classy people, as seen from the way they spoke and the style of their language.

In front of the living room table, there are various snacks and drinks. They look like Arisan mothers.

Suddenly a sense of inferiority and lack of confidence back in Fitri.

Connect ...

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