My best friend Muhallil's husband
Farhan's Fury

Before lifting his wife into the room, Farhan drank first. When he was in the kitchen, he again saw some of his favorite foods that had been cold without being covered in food hoods.

"It seems like he was really waiting for me" said Farhan Lirih.

Farhan raised his wife's body in bridal style and took her to their room. He also removed the headscarf worn by Ameera slowly to keep his wife from being distracted from her sleep.

Seeing Ameera's neckline so tempting, Farhan several times swallowed his saliva.

His fingers crept out of the ranum's lips, and Ameera was not disturbed.

Because Ameera was unperturbed, Farhan stroked her lips slowly again, and it managed to awaken something that was behind her pants.

"Meera, as a husband, I'd love to touch and raise you. However, my fear of losing you afterwards made me bury all those human desires."

"I'm afraid, once we get in touch, you're gonna ask me for a divorce. Then, what should I do now?" moaned Farhan while moving the children of Ameera's hair with his thumb.

His body was very tired and his eyes were also very sleepy. Farhan lay down his body beside his wife. He wrapped his hands around his wife's waist and fell asleep very comfortably.

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The alarm clock from Farhan's cell phone awakens Ameera. Ameera rubbed her eyes which still felt heavy. But actually not only his eyes that still feel heavy, his body also feels very heavy like a bulldozer.

Ameera shook her head to see Farhan's feet hitting her. "What time did Mas Farhan come home last night?" muttered.

Ameera's stomach was so sore last night that she didn't eat anything. Ameera went to the kitchen to make breakfast for her husband. Slowly she moved her husband's leg that never moved all night.

After everything was done, Ameera returned to her room and woke her husband up.

"Mas, get up first" Ameera whispered as she gently patted Farhan's arm.

"Yes, Meera. This is Mas already awake," said Farhan while adjusting his gaze because he felt glare with the morning sunlight that had penetrated their curtains.

"It's great weather today, isn't it?" farhan said while looking outside.

"Yes, Mum."

"Good for a walk. But baby, I can't accompany you. You'll be patient in a minute, won't you?" said Farhan while stroking Ameera's cheek.

"It's okay, Mom. It was your original purpose to come here to work, too" replied Ameera giving a sense of understanding.

"Thank you." Farhan kissed Ameera's cheek and went straight into the bathroom. Leaving Ameera who was again silent due to Farhan's touch.

Ameera held onto her cheek that Farhan had just smelled and felt blue.

Without thinking, Ameera went to prepare her husband's clothes. Preparing all Farhan's needs like the duties of a wife in general.

Farhan came out flicking his hair, wanting to find more value to Ameera. He thought, who knows with such cool style, would make the love in Ameera's heart grow little by little.

"Mas, your hair is still wet. Don't flick it dong, later muddy. What if it slipped? Here let Meera cool down," dumel Ameera patted the empty sofa next to her.

With a gripping face Farhan sat beside Ameera. Sometimes hope doesn't always come true, he thought.

"That's you who prepared it, Meera?" tanya Farhan pointed towards her well-arranged clothes.

"Yes, Mas. Wh why? You don't like the color Meera chose, do you?" ameera asked, her hands continuing to dry her husband's hair using a small white towel.

"Like. Whatever your choice, I really like it. Mas will like all your choices," he said quickly did not want to make Ameera feel disappointed.

Just one I don't like, Meera. I don't like it if you choose to go back with Dion and leave me.

"It's done. Go get ready right away. Meera waited below," Ameera told her husband.

"So, who put the tie on?" farhan, he asked, was dependent on his wife. Though just yesterday Ameera bagged her tie. But Farhan seemed to have forgotten how to install his own tie.

"Bring it down, Mas," Ameera replied with a knotty smile. "Meera wait under ya."

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"Meera, this is the tie." Farhan handed over a tie that Ameera had chosen.

Ameera accepted the tie with a smile.

"Meera thought you'd change this tie because it didn't suit your taste."

"And I told you, I will...."

"Hehe Yes Yes Yes. Meera was just kidding. Yeah, let's have breakfast now," he asked.

They sat face to face at the dining table. As they begin to feed the food into his mouth, Ameera's phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Farhan peeked a little and found Dion's name on his wife's phone screen.

"Why did he call Ameera this early in the morning?" he nodded slowly.

Farhan continued to watch Ameera and the phone that rang several times with a frown because Ameera did not answer the call from Dion.

"Meera, who called you?" tanya Farhan pretended not to know.

"Mas Dion, Mas" said Ameera.

"Why not answer? Maybe there's something important he wants to talk about.".

"Later on, Mas. We're eating, where can Meera answer the call" he said.

Farhan's blood rippled at Ameera's reply. There was a sense of pleasure because he felt appreciated. Is it not lawful that Ameera answered Dion's call in front of Farhan even though they were eating? That's what Farhan's mind has in mind.

However, a memory back broke his excitement earlier. A reality that can not be denied by him infiltrated and disturbed his happiness.

I forgot, Ameera is good to everyone. His attitude now is a reasonableness. With me she was willing to be a good wife, even though there was no love in her heart. And with Dion, love still blooms but he doesn't answer the man's call.

"Meera, Mas's done."

"Yes, Mas. Meera get me a bag and shoes first."

"Will this marriage be beautiful in time, or will it end in time? Will it be the same as I want? Will Ameera be able to love me, not just appreciate me because I'm her husband?" the thoughts that Farhan himself did not know the answer were always lingering in his mind. Makes him sometimes worried about the sacred bond he is living.

She wanted to ask, but her courage waned when she was afraid to hear Ameera's answer, which must still hold a taste for her ex-husband.

As doubt always clouded him, Farhan again retracted that intention.

He's not looking forward to his relationship with Ameera. However, all those uncertain feelings made him have to go through everything patiently and follow the path he made himself.

Because, Farhan himself should know, what consequences he had to face when he was in a relationship with someone who did not love him.

"Mass?" ameera's call shocked Farhan, pulling him forcibly out of his reverie.

"Ah yes?"

"Why daydream? Think what, Mas?" ask Ameera, who is sitting on her ass next to her husband.

"Thinking of you, Meera. Thinking about our relationship," Farhan replied with a flat face.

"What does Mas Farhan think about our relationship?"

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