Not the Perfect Wife
61. Matchmade
"What's the matter?" ask Yasna.
"He lied to me, Na" replied Fazilah.
"Who? Who lied to you?" Yasna had absolutely no idea who she was Fazilah meant.
"That man, whom I have always called Hafidz, has no idea what his name is."
"What do you mean? I don't understand it any more?"
"It turns out he didn't lose his memory, I don't know what his purpose was to lie, I saw him together with people dressed all in black, they looked down respectfully at him, he seemed like a very important person. I'm a stupid woman who already trusts men like her, you know? I've trusted him a lot, but he's so willing to lie to me, he's even expressed his feelings to me, I don't know if he's lying or not." Fazilah told me everything by shedding tears.
Yasna could not bear to see her friend crying, Fazilah was a strong man, she did not shed her tears easily, But now she shed her tears because of a man.
"Have you asked him why he lied?" Yasna tried to think positively, she wanted to give peace to her friend.
"Make what, Na? I no longer need to hear his explanation, he's been lying to me, when I've fallen in love with him, he's already hurt my heart so much, he made me fall in love with him, but then just broke it." fazilah's tears are flowing more and more.
"I don't mean to hunt you down, but wouldn't it be better if you were talking to each other from heart to heart, you also need to listen to the explanation. What was the reason that made him do that to you, I'm sure he must have his own reasons, only later you can accept it or not, try to think If you are in his position, if you are in his position, what are you gonna do?"
"If the reason doesn't make sense how?"
"If it doesn't make sense, maybe he's not your match, but if it makes sense, would you accept it even if he lied to you?"
Fazilah was silent, he did not know what he should do at the moment, all he had in mind were all the lies that Hafidz had done.
"Fazilah," called a man who was behind, and they both looked, they were surprised, and there was Hafidz.
"When were you there?" ask Fazilah cynically.
"I'm sorry I followed you, because there's something I have to explain to you, Fa. Please listen to my explanation." Hafidz begged Fazilah.
"Well, now explain, what's your purpose in lying to me and everyone."
"I'd better go, you two talk" said Yasna, unwilling to get involved in their problems too far, even though he was Fazilah's best friend.
"No, you're here, you also need to hear the explanation, he lied to mom and dad, I don't know how they feel, if they know the truth."
Yasna could not say anything more, she just silently listened to their conversation. Honestly he felt uncomfortable being between the two of them, but he knew very well how hard Fazilah was.
Hafiz was the same as Yasna, he felt uncomfortable there was someone other than Fazilah, but for the sake of making fazillah want to listen to him, He resigned.
"I did it because I wanted to get close to you, I wanted to apologize for all the wrongs I've done to you. Maybe you don't recognize me, because I've had plastic surgery, if you look at this photo, you'll recognize it." Hafidz opened his wallet and handed Fazilah a photograph.
Fazilah accepted it and he was very surprised to see the photo.
"So you---
"True, I am indeed Hafidz who once hurt you and once betrayed you, I beg you to forgive me." Hafiz lowered his head, regretting everything he had done to Fazilah then and now.
"It turns out, once a liar was still a liar, you used to betray me with my best friend and now you approach me, for absurd reasons, you make me feel guilty and responsible for you. Was that accident also included in your plan?" Fazilah tried to guess what had happened to him.
"No, regarding the accident, I knew nothing at all, I was following you and I saw a car driving towards you, I reflexively saved you."
"You're not trying to make a drama, are you?" fazilah Cibir.
"I'm really sorry for you, I'm really sorry, please forgive me."
Hafidz lowered his head, he was already very evil to Fazilah, but he had tried to fix it, he wanted to return to Fazilah.
"Come, Na! We're leaving, I don't want to linger here."
Yasna only complied when Fazilah pulled his hand, to be honest he also felt sorry for Hafidz, because from what he saw, it seemed that the man really regretted his actions.
They took Fazilah's car to the woman's house, Fazilah also had permission to go home.
"Aren't you willing to forgive her, Fa? Looks like he's really sorry and regretting what he did."
"It wasn't as easy as you think, he hurt me a lot, I didn't want it to happen again."
"Don't you love her too?"
"But I'm afraid he's back to betray me."
"Whatever your decision, I will definitely support, if you can try to think carefully about everything, do not regret it in the future. I'm afraid you'll regret it at a late time."
"I see what you mean, I'll think it over."
After that there was no conversation between them, only the sound of music from the car radio was heard.
Yasna spent time at Fazilah's house until the afternoon, until Emran picked her up. After Yasna's return, Fazilah thought about everything well, until the voice of the mother was heard calling him to dinner.
"Fa, come on, have dinner!"
"Yes, Ma." Fazilah went to the dining table.
"Fazilah, Mama wants you to get married soon" Mirna said at dinner.
"Why the hell, Ma? Always talk about this."
"That's because you, until now, have never introduced a man to Mama and Mama has decided you will get married, with your best friend's son."
"What does Mama mean? Mama's gonna betroth me? This is not the time of Siti Nurbaya, Mah. I can find my own husband." Fazilah is upset with his mother, has not finished his problem with Hafidz, now added about the matchmaking.
"When do you want? Look at Yasna's been married twice, you haven't been."
"Don't talk like that, if Yasna sounds bad."
"Maybe you get married quickly, anyway Mama does not want to know, you have to marry your best friend's child, he is a highly educated person, his job is also good, want to look like what else you?"
"But I don't know him, Ma."
"Just because you don't know each other, then you should know each other first."
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