Married Because of Debt (Should Separate)

Married Because of Debt (Should Separate)
Mother's Messages


"Fahmi, Mami knows this is your chance to be back with Alika. But Mami asks that you be nice first to Nurlia."


"meaning?"


"Even if Mami doesn't like it, you should at least make a good impression when your in-laws are dying."


"Mommy..."


"Listen, Mami already heard what the doctor said. So sure enough, soon Mother Nurlia will soon follow her husband. Yeah how do you know after this you'll get a share of Raman's family fortune, right?"


That conversation really interrupted Fahmi's night. He remembered how Nurlia felt when her father died.


In the same hospital, will it happen again?


Fahmi was very concerned about Nurlia. Remembering Nurlia's father and his father were best friends since childhood. But the concern was lost after Fahmi was asked to marry Nurlia.


The sense of caring and concern turned into feelings of hate and resentment.


"No matter what we are, if we are meant to be together. We'll stay together, even if not in this life." Alika's words are constantly repeated in Fahmi's mind.


"Imagine if I'm in Nurlia's position. I've lost my father figure, had to marry someone who didn't even see me. Now, I have to face the fact that my mother is lying weak helplessly. Show me if you still have any concern for Nurlia. Don't add to his grief."


Fahmi chases after Nurlia who is progressively walking away leaving her.


"Nurlia, wait..."


Fahmi manages to stop Nurlia.


"What's up, mas?"


"Nurlia, I knew all along I wasn't being nice to you and I'm sorry about that."


"All right, I'm sorry. Now can you let go of this hand? because I want to go to Mom's room immediately."


"I'm coming. We'll go together."


"Whatever."


Nurlia releases her hand and walks ahead of Fahmi.


Arriving in Mother's room, Nurlia's smile floated up to see her open her eyes.


"Nurlia.." call the mother.


"Mother..." With tears back in her eyes, Nurlia walked quickly to the mother. Andre and his wife moved away and made room for Nurlia.


"Go, accompany Nurlia and Mother" Andre told Fahmi before Andre left the room.


Fahmi sees Andre wiping his eyes and hugging his wife while walking outside. Samar Samar Fahmi overhears their conversation about Ibu Nurlia.


"No. Not likely. It's impossible and it can't happen" Fahmi said.


"Fahmi, is that you?" ask Mom in a typical tone of a sick person.


"Yes, ma'am." Fahmi smiled as she walked closer to Mother's bed.


Now Fahmi sits to the right of the bed, which means Fahmi is facing Nurlia, although there is a bed as a separation between them.


"Son Fahmi, before I want to thank you because Fahmi's son already wants to accept your mother's daughter as your wife."


"Mother, there's no need to thank me. Insyallah Fahmi received Nurlia."


"Mom knows this marriage is not what you want it to be. But I hope you'll be able to accept each other."


"Mom, just pray for the best for our wedding" Fahmi said.


"Nurlia, remain a good wife and always listen to what the husband says. Insign her all will be fine."


"Mom, Why do you talk as if Mom will soon be able to guide me to remain a obedient wife to my husband?" ask Nurlia.


"Son, I'm sick. I don't think I want to burden you anymore. Wouldn't it be better if the costs incurred for the treatment of this hospital, used for your benefit in the future."


"Son, promise me that you'll keep your husband company no matter what. And Nak Fahmi, can you promise me that you will remain Nurlia's husband?"


"Lady..." Nurlia tries to stop Mom from making Fahmi promise. Given that Fahmi actually did not want this marriage because Fahmi already had another woman.


"Guild, ma'am." Fahmi smiles and kisses Nurlia's mother's hand while saying a prayer in her heart for Nurlia's recovery.


After this I had to meet Alika to find out about the true condition of Ibu Nurlia. It would be heartless if I had to see Nurlia again grieving.


"Mom, sorry. Fahmi has to go back home. Tomorrow Fahmi will come after finishing Fahmi's job."


Mom smiled and nodded her head. Now my eyes shifted to look at Nurlia.


"Son, come home with your husband. You haven't been home in a few days."


"Lady..."


"Son, a woman who is already a wife. Must put a husband before his mother."


"Nurlia knows, but things are different here."


"There's your brother and his wife who will look after you." Mother continued to smile as she stroked Nurlia's cheek.


"Go home with your husband."


Nurlia hugged her mother, wanting Nurlia to stay there. However, his mother's wishes were like orders for Nurlia.


On the way home, Nurlia just kept silent while turning her gaze out the window. I really don't want to go back to the house that was obviously built for Fahmi.


Meanwhile, Fahmi, in silence arranged the right word so that he could talk to Nurlia after arriving home.


Nurlia and Fahmi both walked towards the door after both got off the car.


The door opened, both of them walking as usual before suddenly the lights turned on and...


"The surprise..."


Some people who are sisters and some friends Fahmi come with birthday knickknacks.


Nurlia took a few steps back as she realized someone was walking toward Fahmi with a cake complete with lit candles.


Fahmi, who is looking towards Nurlia, makes Alika aware if his decision to give Fahmi a surprise at home is wrong.


Everyone who was there, stood in a circle with Fahmi and Alika in the middle. Making the presence of Nurlia increasingly unknown to many people.


Nurlia decides to immediately go upstairs, the sound of singing birthday songs and applause makes it easier for Nurlia to ride without anyone knowing.


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The sound of knocking on the door made Nurlia who was trying to focus on sleeping, become distracted.


"Nurlia, can we talk to you for a second?" Fahmi tries to knock on Nurlia's room door with Alika by her side.


"Nurlene..."


"Maybe he's asleep. It's okay, we'll talk to him in the morning." Alika's voice was heard quietly but clearly in Nurlia's ears.


I'm not gonna talk to anyone. I know enough about what happened.


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