Married Because of Debt (Should Separate)
Dreaming Me?
Fahmi can't do anything and can only see Nurlia starting to walk away from him.
"What really happened to me? why was I so sick when Nurlia said that?" lirih Fahmi's.
"Shouldn't I have guessed that Nurlia would say this?" coined.
Fahmi, who was curious about Nurlia, unconsciously stepped into Nurlia's room.
Faintly Fahmi hears Nurlia's voice seen calling.
"Sister, if you tell mom I'll come. Of course mom won't let it. So let's just say brother doesn't know if I'm coming.."
Fahmi let out a long sigh, for some reason he suddenly felt so disappointed when he found out that Nurlia was leaving the house. It was as if Nurlia's departure was because Nurlia did not want to be with her.
"Damn, why am I thinking about it? Shouldn't I care less about him wanting to leave or not from this house?"
Fahmi chooses to return to his room and rest before dawn shines on the earth.
Meanwhile, Nurlia was still arguing with her brother.
"Nurlia, this is an order from mother. You've been here for a few days. I don't want to because you're too focused on looking after Mom. So you forgot your responsibilities as a wife."
"Sister...."
"You can only come here with your husband."
"What?"
"That's an order from Mom. Sister has to go to take mother's medicine. Assalamualaikum."
"Getishalam."
With a feeling of annoyance, Nurlia put her phone back down and dropped herself on the bed.
"Mother, if only I knew what was really going on in the household. Maybe you won't forbid me to accompany you now."
"Argh.. sucks."
Nurlia began to vent her grief by making her body prone and pounding pillows and stomping her legs on the bed.
Just like a kid who wants to take a shower. But, don't want to get hit by water.
If you want to know what it is like, just imagine it.
The shadow of the emergence of dawn is visible through the air fentilation that Nurlia deliberately opened in order to know when the dawn would come.
"It seems like there really is no other choice but to try to talk to Fahmi's mom,"
"But the question is, will he go to the hospital with me? Hadn't he never wanted to go with me. Except, go home to my parents' house or to his parents' house."
"Wait, isn't the woman he loves also in the hospital? I'm sure if I was Fahmi'd go there to see him."
"Yes, isn't that good news. When Fahmi's going to the hospital to see the woman, I'll go to see my mother."
After a long time of arguing with himself. Nurlia decided to go to the kitchen because she was already very homesick about cooking her own food.
"Astaghfirullah, Mom. You surprised me" Nurlia said when she saw Fahmi crouching in front of the fridge.
Fahmi who heard Nuria's voice immediately rose from his squatting position and closed the two-door refrigerator door with a luxurious and modern design.
"What's Fahmi doing in the kitchen early in the morning like this?" ask Nurlia.
"What do you think someone would do if they went to the kitchen? it's impossible to sleep."
Is this Fahmi or not? he doesn't usually speak long enough words. Usually just one or two words.
"Hey, why are you daydreaming like that? this food won't be able to run itself from the refrigerator to the stove."
"Huhu?" Nurlia grew confused because she could not interpret the words that Fahmi had just said.
"Nurlia, don't you understand that I, your husband, am hungry."
"Oh hungry, why didn't you say that?" nurlia said as she began walking towards the refrigerator.
But only a few steps, Nurlia stopped his steps and immediately walked back until he passed Fahmi.
"What did you say?" ask her.
"I'm hungry."
"After that?"
"Nothing."
Damn, why can this tongue suddenly say that I am Nurlia's husband.
These ears seem to have started to shorten, just imagine how I could suddenly hear Mas Fahmi saying he was my husband. Haha, that must be just my hallucination.
It is impossible for someone like Fahmi, who clearly has a woman he loves, to admit that he is the husband of another woman.
Even though I was his legal wife, but it was just a status on the marriage certificate.
"Nurlia, the food will run away if you see you are just silent like this" whispered Fahmi who made Nurlia surprised to hit Fahmi with his palm.
"Wow, special." said Fahmi while enduring the pain.
It hurt Bray, this was the first time anyone hit Fahmi's face.
"Astaghfirullah, Mr. Fahmi. Excuse me. I was not intentionally. It's wrong who suddenly whispers in my ear."
"Mistake my mouth, not my fault." Fahmi Bela.
"You're a woman, why did you punch like a man anyway?"
"Sorry, his name is also a reflex."
"Yes already. Cepet cook, I'm laper."
"Huhu?"
Again, and again. Nurlia is confused by Fahmi's sudden attitude of asking her to cook and says that she is hungry.
"Will you eat my cooking?"
"Do I have to explain it to you like a teacher who explains math to Kindergarten students?" ask Fahmi.
"Yes, I'm not, I'm just, I said..."
"No already, not too much abcdefg. I'm hungry."
Nurlia could only scratch her head while swallowing a deep breath looking at Fahmi's behavior that had completely turned 180 degrees.
Nurlia sees the husband who goes upstairs, maybe Fahmi wants to compress the pain that was accidentally caused by Nurlia.
But why go upstairs? isn't everything needed to compress downstairs?
I don't know, only Fahmi knows why he went upstairs.
Nurlia decided to cook some kind of food, because there happened to be seafood in the refrigerator so Nurlia also cooked it.
"Will Fahmi eat my cooking?" lirih Nurlia's.
"When did I say it was not true to you?" said Fahmi who suddenly answered Nurlia's words and just sat down.
Astaghfirullah, fortunately this heart and heart are made by the Almighty. If man-made may have fallen and jumped there to here because Fahmi mas suddenly nongol like a hornbill.
"Hey, why are you sitting?" ketus Fahmi when he saw Nurlia walking and sitting in the chair opposite to him.
"Can't I sit?"
"Will this food walk on its own and arrange itself on my plate?"
"Oh my God, what trials am I going through. Dreamed me??" lirih Nurlia's.
Nurlia, tired of arguing with her sister, decides to serve Fahmi as a wife serves her husband.
Nurlia suddenly felt full because she saw Fahmi who was so greedy eating her cooking. Even repeatedly Fahmi praised the deliciousness of the taste of the cuisine cooked by Nurlia.
The belching sound of Fahmi surprised the new Nurlia who was about to drink before touching her food.
"Alhamdulillah" said Fahmi.
"Thank you, tomorrow again."
Tomorrow again? Mean what? Cook again tomorrow?
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