Not the Perfect Wife
59. Hills
"Why do you want to harm me?" ask Fazilah.
"Because you've caught David's whole attention" Vira replied.
"You mean?"
"David always praised you, compared me to you, every day he would look at your picture. I'm his wife, but he doesn't consider me to be, I'm jealous to hear that he's always praising you, as if you were the perfect woman." Vira said with emotion, she loved David very much, but her husband never saw her, much less appreciated her.
"Why do you blame me for a mistake made by a husband, I didn't even do anything, you should ask your husband yourself, why he did it."
"Really, David? You do that thing? Do you still love him? Is he your ex-lover?" ask Vira's mother.
"I'm sorry, I never had any relationship with Mr. David, our relationship was just a superior and subordinate, it was nothing more" said Fazilah.
"If you don't have a relationship, how could David
"We don't have a relationship, but I love her very much, she's a good woman who can respect me as a man" David said.
"In all this time my son has never appreciated you?" ask mama Vira.
"You'd better ask your own daughter."
"Sorry, it looks like I have to go, I don't want to get involved with other people's household dramas." Fazilah left them all behind, not wanting to get involved with David and his family again, regarding the demands he would immediately withdraw.
"Wait, what about the demands?" ask Mama Vira.
"You take it easy I'll pull it out immediately." Fazilah left followed by Yasna and Emran behind him.
"Sister Emran, please tell the lawyer to immediately retract the report I've made."
"Are you sure?" emran asked, he wanted to make sure.
"I'm sure, very sure."
"Well, if that's what you want."
Emran immediately contacted the lawyer, to say what Fadillah wanted. After that they went to the office, Yasna also came, this was the first time she followed her husband to the office. Actually he wanted to refuse, but Emran and Fazilah urged him, finally he could only resign.
When they got to the company, all the employees looked at their superiors, this was the first time they saw Mrs Emran. Some were smirking, some were amazed.
"Morning, sir," said Hendra.
"Morning."
Yasna followed Emran into her room, a very spacious room, for the size of one person.
"Mas just saw no? Everyone was worried about me."
"What if they see you? They have eyes, they can see."
"I'm serious, Mom."
"Here you go, you don't have to care about them."
"I'm ashamed, Mom."
"You're ashamed to be the boss' wife?"
"Not that, it's just that I'm embarrassed to be the center of attention, especially now that I'm ugly."
"Who said my wife was ugly? You're always beautiful under any circumstances." Emran immediately hugged Yasna.
"Gombal."
*****
Fazilah waited for Hafidz restlessly, the time had shown at 23:00 but hafidz did not return home. Fazilah was worried if something happened to Hafidz, given his unhealed state.
"I should have bought him a cell phone yesterday, if it's like this, how would I know where he is" Fazilah murmured.
"You go to sleep, Ndhuk. Let me wait for him" said Hilman.
"No pa-pa, Dad. I'm not sleepy either, Daddy's sleeping, must be tired all day helping at the store."
"Dad's okay."
"Had you slept, let Fazilah wait for you."
Hilman said, because he was very tired. Shortly after that, the awaited ones finally came.
"Where have you been? Why did the clock just come home?" ask Fazilah.
"You're asked instead of her back."
Hafidz silently watched Fazilah who was upset, he gave a smile because it was funny to see Fazilah like that.
"Come, come with me!" Hafidz pulled Fazilah's hand and took the woman away, after leaving a small piece of paper on the table as a message for the man in the house.
"Where are you going? It's midnight!"
"Why indeed? Tomorrow's Sunday too, you're off, right?"
Fazilah nodded, he only complied when Hafidz took him away. They took a taxi to the place mentioned by Hafidz.
A small hill with a view of the beauty of the city at night, Fazilah is very happy to see it.
"Where do you know this place from?"
"My friend told me?"
"Friends?" Fazilah was astonished to hear it, didn't Hafidz lose his memory? Or did he remember?
"The friend I just met yesterday" Hafidz replied as if he understood Fazilah's question.
Fazilah nodded, he understood his point.
"Sit here, Fa!"
They were sitting while watching the view of the city, it was so beautiful, Fazilah liked it so much.
"Fa, can I say something?"
"Tell me."
Hafidz was silent thinking about how he should say it.
"I'm .. I'm in love with you, Fa. You're a good woman, I've tried to forget my feelings, but I can't. The more I want to forget you, the more I'm tormented."
Fazilah looked at Hafidz in disbelief, how could he possibly fall in love? Remembering their meeting which was only a few weeks. It is undeniable that Fazilah also feels comfortable beside Hafidz, but he doubts what love is or not.
"We just got to know each other, are you sure of how you feel? Better think back to all that."
"Make you know each other, but not me, I feel like I've known you for a long time. I'm not gonna force you to accept me, to be able to say all my feelings is enough to calm me down."
Fazilah silently watched Hafidz, he could see the sincerity of the man's eyes, but he doubted his feelings.
"Give me time to think, I don't know how I feel about you either."
Hafidz nodded and said, "Don't be too burdened, let everything flow with time. We'd better enjoy this view."
Hafidz opened the jacket and attached it to Fazilah's body. The morning air was quite cold, he did not want Fazilah to fall ill.
"Wear it, the air's getting colder."
"How are you?"
"Don't think too much of me, but if you want to hug me, it might ease the cold." Hafidz chuckled after saying so.
Fazilah put on the jacket, then wrapped his hands around Hafidz's arms, he also rested his head on the man's shoulders. What a very romantic sight, if others who see it without knowing how they feel.
"Fa, if my memory has returned, are you still being nice like this?"
"Why are you asking like that? Have I been bad all this time with people? Feelings, I've always been nice to anyone."
"I'm just asking, I'm afraid you hate me, someday."
"If you don't make a mistake, why would I hate you."
'Right now, I'm making a mistake, I'm forced to do it, I hope that if you know everything, you will forgive me, ' said Hafidz.
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