Not the Perfect Wife
39. Pretend matre
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"Na, there's a Fazilah ahead!" Alina called Yasna who was in the room.
"Yes, Mom."
Yasna opened the door of her room, she went out looking for her best friend who came to visit.
"Tumben, you come here night-night!"
"After a bad mood."
"Bad mood, or a broken heart?"
Fazilah is silent, he does not deny or agree. Yasna is convinced that Fazilah has a problem.
"Do you want to stay here?" bargain Yasna.
"Can."
"Bring there, you haven't had a bath, have you? I made you dinner."
"No need, I've eaten. Just make juz, don't forget the cake."
"Neither go, lo."
Fazilah just left, heading for Yasna's room. It is accustomed to them, staying at home with each other and wearing their clothes.
Yasna entered the room with a tray. He did not see Fazilah, but he heard the sound of water gurgling in the bathroom, meaning Fazilah was inside.
Hearing the bathroom door open, Fazilah came out wearing Yasna's shirt, which he picked up in the closet before taking a shower.
"What exactly happened?" ask Yasna who is impatient.
"Looks like I should go, Na."
"What do you mean? Where are you going?"
"Last noon, I made an appointment to meet with Mr. David's mother, I met him at a restaurant he had ordered. He asked me to stay away from Mr. David, he also gave me a lot of money."
"You received it?"
Fazilah nodded making Yasna sigh.
The flashback
"Assalamualaikum, sorry, Madam. I'm late" said Fazilah.
"It's okay, I'm also just coming" said Vera, David's mother.
A waiter served food and drinks. The new fazilah came, he had not ordered anything at all, but why had the food come?
'Why do I suddenly feel bad, why did Madam Vera invite you here?' inner Fazilah.
"I've ordered food for you if you don't like it, you can order something else."
"No need, Madam. It's been too much."
"Please, enjoy."
"Yes, Madam. Thank you." Thank you."
They enjoyed eating quietly, not a single word was spoken from their lips, until they finished eating.
"I want you to stay away from my son" Vera said casually.
"I mean, Mistress?"
"You certainly understand what I mean, without me having to explain."
"But I really don't understand, you mean!"
"I want you to stop working in David's office and stay away from him, in return I'll give you money."
"Sorry, Madam. I still want to work."
"You're working there just trying to tease David, right? Once he falls in your arms, you're sure you'll drain his money, you just want his property. Aye, right?"
Vera takes out some money and also a credit card, he puts it all on the table.
"This, take. The card is so many, I hope you stay away from my son soon. No need to hesitate, just take it."
Fazilah's hand under the table clenched, he was furious, eager to slap the face of the woman in front of him, but he still remembered, if this woman is the same age as her mother and she should respect her.
"Well, this money and this card, I take."
"I didn't expect, it turns out you matre too. I guess you're different from the woman out there, it turns out the same," cynical David.
Fazilah silently did not answer, he did not know what to say, was this not what he wanted? They are different in every way, this is what is best for them and everyone.
"Already, David. We'd better go, you've seen the real face, right?" Vera looked down at Fazilah.
David went with his mother, leaving Fazilah alone.
"This is better, may you be happy with your future wife" murmured Fazilah.
Flashback off
"Where's the money now? Can dong share, I'm sure it must be a lot." Yasna said as she raised her hand.
"Lo, what the hell! It's not entertaining me, it's money."
"Finally, you pretended to perform badly, for the good of others. Stale to know."
"Aaa, I don't know." Fazilah laid his body on Yasna's bed, he closed his eyes with his arms.
"Eh, even sleeping. How next? Where do you want to work? Anyway I don't want you to go, yeah!"
"Gue wants to live the same way."
"May, just so you know yourself, you know, right? What is a hitchhiker to do?"
Fazilah snorted at Yasna's words.
"Fa, don't go, huh? I'll help you find a job, but you're here. What if I want to confide. You know, if I don't like the story over the phone." asked Yasna after the two had been silent for quite a while.
"Na, if I were still here, I would definitely meet him."
"Sooner or later you'll still meet, after all, you've given him a bad impression, there's no way he's going after you again, but how come he came and you took the money?"
"I saw her coming through the glass behind Madam Vera."
"So you were on purpose?"
"Yes." Yeah."
Yasna sighed, her best friend is indeed a very good person, it is also what makes their relationship, like a brother until this moment. However, he also did not like it if Fazilah's kindness was only to hurt himself, like today. Yasna knew Fazilah liked his boss, but because of differences in confidence and status, Fazilah was willing to be considered ugly by the man.
Yasna spilled her body beside Fazilah.
"Fa, you work at Mas Emran's company only, how?"
"No ah, I'm not good, later Mr. Emran I think I'm benefiting you."
"In fact it is like that. Let me talk to Emran. Anyway you can't go anywhere, you have to stay here, nemenin me."
"Alright, you may benefit from the connection." Fazilah chuckled as well as Yasna.
"Fa, would you be willing if she married another woman?"
"Rela is not willing, must be willing .. maybe if the difference in status or caste, I can still survive, but our beliefs are also different and I will never sacrifice my beliefs."
"I agree, I'm sure someday, you'll get a better man."
"If you were alone, when would you marry?"
"Waiting for the green light."
"Lo hasn't got the blessing of his son Mr Emran?"
"Still the yellow light."
"Children, find what kind of mother-to-be anymore? Though you've been good with him, but still can't melt his heart."
"He didn't want his papa to be used, that's all."
"Yes, deh, the future child of mah, defended continuously." Fazilah said, but he was happy that Yasna could meet with the family of Emran, they could complete the shortcomings that Yasna had.
'Hopefully after this, you are always happy, Na, ' Inner Fazilah.
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