My best friend Muhallil's husband
What feelings?

"You must be busy thinking about who often mentions the name of the FA Company, right? So you feel familiar with that name" Farhan murmured

And sure enough, while walking Ameera's mind was still busy wandering somewhere. Until now, he was still guessing and remembering who someone was who also worked at the FA Company.

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

Early in the morning, after Ameera and Farhan performed the congregational morning prayers. Ameera went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for herself and her husband.

It looks like Bi Kasih and some young women are busy struggling in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the host.

Seeing Ameera's arrival, they bowed respectfully.

"Mrs, is there anything you need?" ask Bi Asih.

"Nothing, Bi. I just want to help you guys make breakfast," Ameera replied, leaving Bi's eyes wide open.

"But, Mistress. We are the ones in charge of making breakfast for you and Mr" said Bi Asih.

"It's okay if I help, right?" ask Ameera.

"Her...." Bi Asih looks doubtful. It was as if he was considering making a decision. Afraid that the decision he made was wrong and made Farhan angry.

"Just calm. Farhan will not be angry. He has allowed me to help you in the kitchen, "it always makes Bi Asih pias's face. The woman looked clumsy and smiled knotfully as the contents of her mind were easily noticed by her young mistress.

"Then, fine."

Bi Asih handed over a pink Apron and a picture of a hijab-wearing female chef blinking one eye at Ameera.

Ameera initially said she wanted to help. But in reality, he is in control.

"Bi, what kind of food are we making?" ask Ameera.

"Soto the meat, Him." Ni Asih replied.

Ameera began to continue cutting vegetables that will be used as complementary ingredients to make soto. He looks very good at taking and processing every material in his hands.

Now, it was Ameera who looked like the cook in the house. Bi Asih and the few young women who helped her earlier were like nothing to Ameera. Everything he does himself. They got it wrong.

However, they were still faithfully standing beside Ameera. If Ameera needs something, they can quickly get what they need. But, it seems that it is only according to them. Because now Ameera is the one who is mastering the kitchen and getting rid of the real cook.

"Bi Asih, Young Madam looks very skilled and shrewd, huh? I gaped up made it. Like people who are used to doing things like that" whispered Maya, one of the women who helped Bi Asih.

"True, I was very amazed by his ability. It feels like I want to be a judge, taste it and give it value" Susi added.

"Ssttt! Don't talk about the host behind her. It was the same as gossiping!" ni Asih snapped in a whisper. But his eyes had not yet moved from Ameera.

Actually, he also confirmed what the young women beside him said.

A few moments later, everything was finished.

"Done!" pekik Ameera.

"Have you finished, madam?" tanya Bi Asih said from behind.

"Ahh? You guys still standing here? I thought you guys broke up the line" he said jokingly.

"Yet, Madam. We are standing here waiting for your orders to help. But it turns out, you are the one who controls the kitchen," replied Susi.

Hearing Susi's statement, Ameera's face turned unpleasant. "That's it, huh? I'm sorry yes. I willed myself to forget you guys earlier," he said sincerely.

Bi Asih nudged Susi's arm, made the woman wake up and covered her own mouth.

"Sorry, Madam. That's not what I mean." Susi immediately apologized to Ameera.

"We dare not, Madam. Afraid there's something you need but we don't exist" he explained.

"That's okay, forget it. Next time, I won't forget you guys for help" she exclaimed with a small chuckle. "Yes, serve it all at the dinner table, yes! I'll call Mas Farhan for breakfast together" he added.

Ameera let go of the Apron she was wearing. He walked up the stairs and into his room.

It looks like Farhan who has finished wearing his semi-formal suit uniform and sitting on the sofa while playing games on his gadget.

"Mas, why aren't you wearing a tie yet?" ask Ameera, who is sitting on her ass next to her husband.

"Waiting for you" he replied casually. "Without your hands, this tie won't be able to be attached, Meera."

Ameera smiled amusedly at Farhan's confession that was considered spoiled.

"really?" ask Ameera pretend.

"Yes. Because now you are here, put the tie on" said Farhan. He handed the polka-dotted tie into Ameera's hands.

Ameera happily tied the tie to the collar of her husband's shirt. As long as Ameera paired the tie for him, Farhan continued to stare at Ameera's sticky face. There is joy when they are together like this. But, anxiety infiltrates his tribe while remembering the purpose of their marriage.

"It's over, Mom." Ameera raised her hand and hung in the air.

"Let's have breakfast!" take Farhan and get a nod from Ameera.

They had breakfast together, solemnly without saying a word. Finished breakfast, Farhan wiped the leftovers on the corner of his lips.

"Meera, if you feel bored at home, you can ask Mang Kardi to take you anywhere" said Farhan.

"Yes, Mas. If Meera wants to leave, Meera will call Mas Farhan" he replied.

"Yes, then I'm going, huh?"

Ameera just nodded.

"Assalamualaikum" said Farhan.

Ameera grabbed her husband's hand and kissed the back of his halal lover's palm.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Careful, Mommy." Ameera waved her hand. For some reason, today a feeling of happiness poked at his heart. Making an unfettered smile from his face that always seems to shine.

Ameera returned to her room, wanting to walk through her room first in order to get to know her spacious room. His first stop was the Walk-in closet.

Just now his feet wanted to move to the destination. His string rang, bothering him to step back.

Ameera sees Dion's name on her phone screen, but Ameera ignores it.

After the call was cut off, Ameera again wanted to step up, but was revoked because her phone rang again. And it's still the same name on that flat object screen.

Lazily, Ameera answered the call.

"Assalamualaikum, what's up, Mas?" ask him who seems to go straight to the core of the problem without wanting to make small talk.

"Waalaikumsalam, Ameera why don't you ever call me again?" dion answered, asking.

"Then, is there a problem with that?"

"Why is your question so poignant, Ameera?" dion asked in an unhappy tone of voice.

"It's normal, Mas." Ameera's reply seemed to be provoking Dion's anger. His blood was already boiling but was being held back as much as possible by him.

"Ameera, why have you been so indifferent to me lately? Never called me again. In fact, when I called you, you seemed very reluctant to answer. Wh why? Have you fallen in love with Farhan? Your muhall husband?" cecar Dion gurgled.

Ameera. All this time he had been acting like that to Dion. Ameera felt like she was getting lazy with Dion's presence.

And it all happened because of Farhan. Every time he was with Farhan, he would forget his memories with Dion.

It was Farhan who had made Ameera forget about Dion. Farhan made her feel comfortable and safe.

Can this comfort be called love? Has Farhan slowly clouded and doubted Ameera's feelings for Dion and slowly stepped in to replace Dion?

Did I love Mas Farhan?

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