
...CHAPTER 52...
...Can't Be Far From You...
Fadil drove his car after Rubi's car from behind. He knew that Rubi was drunk at the moment, he could see how Rubi was driving his car which turned uncontrollably.
"Rubi, stop your car right now! Dangerous, you're drunk!" fadil shouted to rule the woman on the open windshield of her car.
At the moment Fadil's car is right next to Rubi's running car. How many times has Fadil honked his horn for Rubi to stop his car immediately.
But Rubi was very indifferent he still drove his car, even though his head was heavy and dizzy, he still forced to drive his own car.
Fadil snorted in annoyance, because he continued to be ignored by Rubi. Fadil drove the car faster and ahead of Rubi's car, then the 31-year-old man nimbly turned his car to the left and stopped right in front of Rubi's car.
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Suddenly Rubi stepped on the brakes. His forehead almost hit his own steering wheel. His breath went up and down staring angrily at Fadil whose car was already blocking his way.
Fadil rushed down from the car and walked over to Rubi's car. Open the car door.
"Let's get out, I don't want anything to happen to you." he said in anticipation.
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["What?! Why don't you forbid him to go anyway, Sin?!"] yelled Farah across the phone.
"No Fa, I do not want if later he is thought to like to manage Mas Fadil's life. If all of a sudden Mas Fadil shuts me up because of this, how?" sahut Sinta with a grim and anxious face.
Farah clucked in annoyance. Long-time Fadil made him high blood. That only brother is hard to say.
"Come dong Fa, you have to help me. Warn the woman, so that she does not trouble Mas Fadil anymore. I don't like it with his attitude of pretending, in order to be the center of attention Mas Fadil.." grumbled Sinta who began to be unsettled, because he thought Fadil's attention to Rubi was too excessive.
["Before you tell me I've told the widow to stay away from my sister. Yeah, but he said he said he wouldn't take my sister anymore! Indeed, the fadilnya aja who passed, just relax Sin I will be angry with him if he has gone home!"] sumpul Farah was also upset because Fadil even blatantly wanted to catch up with Rubi in front of Sinta.
"Don't be scolded by the Fa... It made Mas Fadil suspicious that I told you to treat him..."
["How to?! If not in the ingetin continue, the child knows anyway, Sin!"] sahut Farah's.
Sinta bends her eyebrows, suddenly an idea comes to her mind.
"This is the Fa, if there's a chance to talk, you ask when he's going to propose to me? I wanted to be her wife. Let Rubi realize himself. If he can't hold on and hope for the same Mas Fadilku!" ]he proposal.
Farah was silent for a moment and nodded in agreement with Sinta's proposal
["Well, if necessary I'll push him until he wants to marry you as soon as possible!"]
Fadil did receive Sinta's love, but until this moment Fadil had not also intended to marry her. I don't know what Fadil is waiting for?
"I'm sorry Sinta, I can't love you yet. You know for yourself, if I haven't forgotten my first love. But, how about we try to make this relationship work. Hopefully there will be a match between the two of us later... And I hope you can be more patient with all my attitudes that you may not like." said Fadil at the time. Sinta nodded in agreement.
"Thank you, I'm finally accepting you... It's okay I will be patient waiting for you until you can finally love me too." said Sinta with teary eyes expectantly.
Fadil's car had reached the gate of Ambar's house. He stopped his car, then turned to Rubi who was asleep. With a slow motion Fadil opened the sealbeat that binds Rubi's body.
Instantly she was glued, looking at the appearance of Rubi who was wearing a dress with open shoulders. The slightly brownish hair over the shoulder was smeared, and the sheets of her hair covered part of her beautiful face, the lips were polished red. Fadil was amazed by the beauty Rubi had, only that time he saw Rubi's face from a very close distance.
When Fadil wanted to tidy up the boy's hair, suddenly Rubi held Fadil's hand without him noticing, Fadil was surprised.
"Why, why do you care so much about me, brother...? If there's no love in your heart, then why do you keep getting close to me.." - softly, with eyes still closed, Rubi delirious.
Fadil stared softly at Rubi's face and gently stroked her cheek.
"Either Rubi, there's a feeling I can't get away from you. Is indeed... We're used to being together, so I always feel comfortable and at ease when near you? I don't understand why I love you so much either." he murmured softly.
Fadil answered Rubi's question, whether it was heard or not by Rubi. Fadil doesn't care. But that sentence just came out in Fadil's mouth.
Fadil brought his lips closer, and landed them on Rubi's forehead. Soft and deep.
Worried that Rubi would be cold, Fadil took his coat in the back seat, then covered Rubi's body with it.
Fadil got out of the car, ran around to the front and opened the side door.
A woman who had been awake since then was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Because the one who was waiting for me has gone home.
Lyra opened the door of Rubi's room so that Fadil could enter while holding Rubi. Carefully the slim and dense woman's body, she lay slowly on the mattress.
"Thank you so much Mas Fadil, there you I am so calm. This is what Mas Raffa and I are worried about. Rubi can't control himself if he's too sad and heartbroken." said Lyra. Fadil nodded with a smile, he could understand why Rubi could be so.
Lyra sighed deeply, then enveloped and looked at her sister-in-law.
"Did he always tell you about his sadness?" fadil asked, closing his lips nervously. Lyra nodded her head.
"Yes, sometimes he always pours out all his heartache on me. It's just that he never told me who was the man who broke his heart like this." Lyra explained.
Fadil gulped his saliva slowly, hearing the words of satire from his ex-wife-to-be, the woman who had once stopped in his heart.
Then Fadil looked at Rubi who was closed and sound in his sleep.
"Well, I'll go home first. Please take good care of him. If he's out the other night. Just call me.." the message. Lyra nodded with a smile.
"Yes, I must have called you..."
After parting with Lyra, Fadil stepped out of Rubi's room and went home between Lyra to the front door of the house.
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Next day. At half-six Farah had just woken up from her sleep, because all night she could not sleep. In addition to thinking about the problem of Fadil and Sinta, she was actually thinking about her husband who was out of town.
She just got a short message from her husband. After all night Farah contacted him a few times. But not adopted by her husband. I don't know why there was a nervousness in Farah's heart that she couldn't express. Or maybe just his feelings. Almost two months more Doni also did not go home, the reason for the unfinished building project.
"Huh, finally Mas Doni replied to my message as well." grumbled.
Farah called her husband, who has been busy lately, and there was no time to call him.
"Mas, where the hell is it?! How did you reply to my message?" farah Dumel.
["Sorry, I'm busy at work, Dek. Mas work a lot.."] said Doni across the phone with a hoarse voice after waking up.
"But no matter how busy it is, Mas always deflated to call me right!" grumble Farah again.
["Ah, yes I forgot... Sangking soy sauce, continued overnight there will be a dinner-eating event also the same boss so go home late at night, Dek.."].
["Bags... What time is it?" ]
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Farah was surprised, as soon as she heard a woman's voice near her husband.
"Who is Mas?!" asked Farah with a heart that was suddenly pounding uncontrollably.
["Eh that Deck was already yes Mas want to take a shower first. Getting ready for work is bad luck... Then call again.."] He said.
In a hurry, Doni hung up Farah's phone.
"But Mas! To Doniii!" shouted Farah.
Suddenly Farah's face turned crimson, her breath blowing irregularly. Farah is getting quieter. Pressing his chest that suddenly felt tight. He shook his head quickly.
"No, that's not possible. Doni couldn't have cheated on me behind my back!" strangled with anxiety that was becoming more and more.
Seriate....
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