My best friend Muhallil's husband
Be Spoiled

"Why don't you have an appetite for food? How sick will it hurt?" farhan.

"Meera is not appetite, Mas. Meera is hungry, but not appetizing for this food in front of us" Ameera explained.

Farhan, who had been holding a spoon, let go of the object. His hand turned to hold the hand of Ameera who was on the table.

"So, what do you want to eat? Just say it, so that Bi Asih immediately make it for you," said Farhan softly.

"Just chicken, Mas."

"Bi Asih, make chicken porridge for Ameera" Farhan said.

"Good, Sir."

Bi Asih went straight back to the kitchen to make the food that Ameera wanted.

While still waiting for the porridge to be ready, Ameera continued to pay attention to Farhan's face which was always able to heal his heart.

O God, do I really love this friend who has legitimately been my husband? If that's the case, give me faith as soon as possible so I can strengthen my heart. But what about his feelings? Is the kindness so far I can interpret as love as well, or just a mere friend?

Gundah, Ameera's feelings are really messed up. Just this time his heart was ravaged because of his own feelings. And the greatest fear now is the recompense of his love, could Farhan also begin to love him?

"Ma-mas, Meera's got permission to go again, huh?" pinta Ameera. His feet began to sweat coldly. For some reason, he was very nervous right now, afraid that he would have to lie to Farhan.

"Where, honey?" farhan asked gently a day rubbing Ameera's hijab.

To where? What should I give you a reason for? No way, right, I said that I'm going to see someone tomorrow for a consultation to see if I really love you or not?

Ameera continued to struggle in her heart, Farhan also noticed his wife who was busy looking for an excuse.

"Meera?" Farhan called out, making Ameera even more nervous.

"Yes, Mom?" Ameera.

"You why? A fever?" Farhan placed the back of his hand on Ameera's forehead, but Ameera turned her head back.

"It's not hot" Farhan murmured, as he had been touched a little.

"It's not hot" Ameera replied quickly.

"Then why is your face blushing?" Farhan stroked Ameera's cheek.

"Sir, Madam, this is the porridge is ready," said Bi Asih messing things up.

"Thank you, Bi Asih!" said Ameera so happy when she smelled the aroma of porridge that was so appetizing on her nose.

"Eat!" farhan's word, his hand is still stroking Ameera's hijab.

"Mas, bribe Ameera.." pinta Ameera spoiled.

Farhan chuckled, he nodded his head.

"Open your mouth, aakk...."

Farhan began to feed a spoonful of porridge to Ameera, until finally the bowl of porridge was no longer left.

"Thank you, Mum!" ameera exclaimed, smilingly revealing a row of her neat teeth.

After the meal, the two of them went through their new routine. Farhan will work briefly to check incoming emails and report files that he has not had time to complete at the office.

And Ameera followed behind into Farhan's study, choosing a book. Pretending to read a book, even though she was peeking at her husband's serious face while working which she considered very cool.

"It's over, Mom?" ameera asked as she saw Farhan begin to close the important maps she had read.

"Here you go, let's take a break!" bring Farhan.

Farhan and Ameera were already coiled under the covers. However, his eyes did not want to be closed. He brought his face closer to Farhan, their breaths clashing.

"Mas, you haven't answered that question yet" whispered Ameera. Farhan who had closed his eyes reopened it.

"Which one?" tanya Farhan looked at his wife in confusion.

"You want to go wherever you can, I allow it. As long as you go home before Mas comes home, do not stray from religion and always remember, if you are married," said Farhan made Ameera immediately smile.

"Yes, Ameera will obey all those rules" he said.

"Yes, it's time to go to bed." Farhan pulled Ameera's head and placed it on his chest. Farhan's powerful heart beat struck Ameera.

He held his heart which was also beating strongly in rhythm.

Is this what people with heart disease feel?

Ameera smiled, she caught up with Farhan, closed her eyes and drowned in the beautiful dreams that became the sleeping flowers.

This morning, Ameera did not need an alarm to wake her from her comfortable sleep. Last night he slept very well, probably in the arms of his husband.

After cleansing his body, he developed Farhan to carry out their duties as His servant.

...*****...

"Get away, you be careful, yeah!" farhan said as he kissed Ameera's forehead. Interlocking kisses has become a mandatory activity for both of them.

"Good, Mas. Also, don't go home last night. When you're done, go home!" Ameera.

Farhan smiled and nodded, but his feelings became curious and astonished at his wife's sudden change in attitude.

Why in these two days can he be this pampered? Did the feeling of love begin to echo in his heart? Is the glimmer of hope that I always craved to be born?

Although the car had driven away from his residence, Farhan was still reluctant to separate from his wife. He still waved his hand until Ameera's shadow was nowhere to be seen. Likewise with Ameera, she also always does the same with a very wide smile.

During the trip, Farhan always remembered the attitude of Ameera who in two days seemed to need it most.

After Farhan's car goes out of sight, Ameera enters and gets ready to go where she had planned. He was very sure to go to that place and exchange opinions so that he immediately got certainty and so that his heart became calmer.

"Mang Kardi, to the address of beetle number two, yes!" Ameera.

"Okay, Him."

Taking only thirty minutes, they finally arrived in front of a well-known psychological practice.

"Assalamualaikum" said Ameera. He had previously made an appointment with a doctor named Mayang.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Doctor Mayang. "Mrs Ameera?" ask the doctor to make sure.

"Yes, I'm Ameera Zahra." Ameera.

"Please sit down" Doctor Mayang welcomed me kindly.

Previously Ameera often find out on the internet how she can make sure that she already likes Farhan. Because, likes without confidence will end up broken if not immediately strengthened.

Many suggest to tell the closest people so that they also participate in the opinion. However, Ameera was too embarrassed to do so. Many also suggest consulting a psychologist. Because psychologists are not only for people who are disturbed by mental health. They are also good listeners and will give the best advice for those of us who are facing problems.

And Ameera decided to come for counseling to a psychologist. Because psychologists only do their job and must have their own ways to overcome the problem.

Curse or commonly known as outpouring of the heart in psychological terms is known as ventilation. In counseling or psychotherapy, ventilation is one of the sessions to express the feelings or emotions of the client freely.

Dr. Stubits, a Clinical Psychologist from Houston, analogizes ventilation in humans like a pressure cooker. If you do not open the lid periodically, the steam produced will certainly continue to accumulate. Just like when you do not open yourself to telling stories, the problems you have will continue to accumulate, until it makes you feel stressed or depressed.

A psychologist is someone who has the expertise to help you understand and process the problems you are facing. They will also help you to be more empowered over yourself and not depend on others.

"So, Mrs Ameera, are you willing to share the matter with me?" ask Mayang.

Ameera nodded, "Of course, I believe that you can provide the best solution."

"Can you start telling me the problem you're facing?" mayang asked in her soft voice, for Ameera the voice was very soothing for her.

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