My best friend Muhallil's husband
Not Just a Dipping

"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?"

"It will end what our relationship will be like" he answered honestly without full awareness. It only expresses what he is thinking and what he is resting in his heart.

Ameera was silent. Still weighing the taste and maybe also confused what to say in response to the question expressed by her husband.

Seeing his wife only speechless and looking confused, Farhan immediately broke the silence with his sweet smile.

"Oh, don't think about it. Mas just kidding," he said, admitting that it was only a slur that he deliberately slipped as their dessert after breakfast.

"Mas leaving now, huh? You don't wait for me anymore. Mas could have come home late like last night," said Farhan while reminding Ameera. Then he extended his hand as usual.

Ameera immediately received her husband's hand and kissed Farhan's hand, the lover halal.

After Farhan's back completely disappeared from the sight of his eyes, Ameera entered and headed for the kitchen.

He was sitting on the dining table chair, his eyes were not necessarily directional, because now his mind was hovering far away.

"It seems, Mas Farhan's words earlier came from his heart. Not a joke like his confession," he said. He's really confused right now. What Ameera should do. When asked if she loved her husband, the answer is not at all.

How could he love such a short person? As for him, including people who are difficult to fall in love.

Her attitude during this time, only fulfillment and a sign she was devoted to her husband.

"There's no way I should pretend to love you, Mom. If you know that someday, I'm sure it'll only hurt your feelings more."

Ameera decided to contact her father. For two days he had not heard the voice of the man who was his first love.

"Assalamu'alaikum, hello father?" greet Ameera from behind the phone.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Arman.

"How's Dad doing?" ask Ameera again.

Arman chuckled, It had only been two days that they had not met but his eldest son looked very worried about him. "Hehehe, I'm fine."

"Well, there's something Ameera wants to talk about."

"What's wrong?" ask Arman.

"Ameera was also recently notified by Mas Farhan. After we came back from here, Mas Farhan invited Ameera to stay with him" said Ameera who spoke slowly to her father.

"Then, where's the problem?" ask Arman.

"Hem, nothing."

"Ameera, I know what you're worried about, you're worried about your old father, right?" said Arman who is possessed by Ameera, but not seen by Arman.

"Meera, I understand your concern. However, you must know that a married woman must go wherever her husband goes" explained Arman.

"But, Dad...." Ameera wanted to protest, but was immediately interrupted by Arman.

"Ameera, I just want you to serve your husband. Dad's okay. Besides, there's Alisa here, too" Arman said.

"Yes, Dad. Forgive Meera."

"It's okay." Because there is another activity, Arman first disconnect their phone.

...*******...

The sky had started to darken, the sunlight had also started to wither. The sun will re-enter his camp. Leaving the inhabitants of the earth, alternating with the moon to shine light on the earth.

Ameera's already wearing her Apron. Because he's gonna start cooking dinner for himself. Because Farhan told me not to wait for him.

The shadow of what food will be cooked was already imagined in the head of Ameera. He would only cook a simple meal this time.

As he was holding a knife, he was suddenly startled by the sound of knocking on the door from the outside. His forehead also shriveled, trying to guess who came at dusk like this?

Ameera peered out of the door, looking at who was coming and meeting. Her smile grew even more when she found out the person who had knocked on the door was her husband.

Quickly he pressed down on a few digits to open the door. And, indeed Farhan stood with a smile that was presented, although the fatigue was very clearly printed on Farhan's face.

"Mas, are you home?" silly questions come from Ameera's sweet lips.

"Yes" replied Farhan who immediately walked inside with Ameera.

Farhan loosened the tie that tied his neck, and sat down while leaning his back on the sofa. He looks so exhausted.

"Mas went straight home after all the work was done. To be able to have dinner with you," he said to warm Ameera's heart.

Ameera gave Farhan a glass of water and immediately gulped it down to the toilet.

"The work is all done. Tomorrow you want to go straight back to Indonesia or want to take a walk first?" ask Farhan.

"Meera wants to go for a walk, Mas. Can I?" tanyanya hesitated.

"Maybe, that includes the list of Mas's questions."

Feeling happy, Ameera immediately hugged Farhan and thanked her husband a lot.

"Yes, Meera continued to cook Mas let us not be late for dinner together," Ameera and Farhan's permission just nodded.

Farhan noticed Ameera's face that looked radiant. She also saw Ameera's tenacity in cooking, as it was an easy thing for her. The smells of food rose up in the room and began to pierce Farhan's sense of smell. Making his stomach kink because tempted by the fragrances of food made by Ameera.

And it does not take long, all the dishes are neatly arranged on the table.

Ameera looked at the sofa that Farhan had occupied, but there was no Farhan there.

"Saking was done by cooking, I was not aware of Mas Farhan's movements," he said softly while washing the piled dishes he had used as a container.

While washing the dishes, Ameera while humming ria because she was happy tomorrow she would go around.

CRINGING CRINGING

Dion called Ameera again, he called Vidio. But it was not touched by the woman who was still busy washing the dishes. He only noticed his face that had been ringing while shaking.

Not long ago, the phone that had the screen look alive, has now been extinguished. And a split second later, the phone came back to life with a different ringtone.

Ameera just peeked, and still Dion's name is on the flat screen of her phone.

Ameera rinsed the foaming hand and answered Dion's umpteenth call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, what's up, Mas?"

"Ameera, you're finally going to answer my call." Dion looked delighted, heard from his voice.

"Yes, what's wrong with Dion?" ask Ameera again.

"There's nothing. I just missed you. But you're very hard to contact. In fact, the Vidioku call alone is not answered," he said in a voice that sounded sad.

"Yes, I'm busy, Mom. Even now the dish soap foam is still not gone from my hands," said Ameera as it is.

"Ameera, there's something I want to ask you, can you?"

"Ask me, Mom."

"You and Farhan, have you done it?" ask Dion.

"Do what do you mean, Mom?" ameera asked who did not understand Dion's vague question.

"Doing a husband and wife relationship. Have you?" ask again while explaining the meaning of the question.

Ameera fell silent, her hands clenched and her face reddened.

"Ameera, why didn't you answer?"

"Mas, are you aware of what you just said?" ask Ameera. If only Dion could see it, Ameera's face was completely flat at the moment.

"Of course I'm aware, Ameera. Why are you still asking? If you do, get divorced from Farhan and come back to me!" please Dion with a clear-sounding voice.

"Mas Dion, do you not feel ashamed for asking the disgrace of another's household?" ameera asked annoyed.

"I also deserve to know what you're doing, Ameera. You're my future wife." Dion remained puffy with the question.

"I have to take a shower now, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum!" Ameera disconnects their phone unilaterally, she puts her phone down a little rough and continues her delayed dishwashing.

After he finished, Ameera headed straight to his room. He also did not find Farhan in the room. She took off her headscarf and went inside the bathroom, because the door was unlocked.

However, his eyes suddenly widened in shock when he saw the innocent body of Farhan who was submerged in a bathub. His body stiffened from seeing a scene more beautiful than nature.

"Ma-sorry, Mom. The door's not locked. Meera thought there was no one inside" said Ameera.

Farhan said nothing. His mouth shut as if locked.

"Then Meera came out first Mas" Ameera turned around. Without warning Farhan immediately pulled Ameera's arm until the woman fell into the bathtub with Farhan and the clothes he was wearing were all wet.

"Mas...?" ameera once again Farhan answered nothing. He immediately smeared*at his wife's tiny lips and took a strong sip.

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