Not the Perfect Wife
63. Baffled
Yasna's eyes glazed over, she did not expect that Aydin loved her so much, when before the boy did not like her.
"Mas isn't lying, is he?"
"Why should I lie? Aydin really loves you."
"I'm happy to have you all, especially Mas." Yasna hugged her husband with tears in her eyes.
"I'm also happy to have you and the kids." Emran kissed his wife's forehead inside.
They embrace, channeling the happiness of having each other.
*****
In the afternoon, when he came home from work, it turned out that Hafidz was waiting for Fazilah beside the woman's car, Fazilah was surprised to see him but he tried to look ordinary.
"Would you like to be here?" ask Fazilah.
"I want to talk to you, I want to say all my feelings right now. After that, I won't bother you anymore."
There was sadness in Fazilah's heart at Hafidz's words, but he tried to calm down.
"Alright, we go to the restaurant in front of us." finally that word came out of Fazilah's mouth.
They walked hand in hand towards the restaurant designated by Fazilah, they ordered food and drinks. Hafidz was still silent to upset Fazilah, didn't he say he wanted to talk? Why are you still silent?
"Hurry up and talk, I don't want to linger."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want to hear that word, how many times have you said it? I'm bored of it."
"Sorry, well I won't say that again, I'll talk and I hope you don't interrupt it until I'm done."
"Well, I'll listen to everything you want to say."
"I don't want to brag, what I'm saying is honesty . I still love you so much both then and now, whether you believe it or not, that's how I feel about you, you know, I'm glad to be by your side even if it's just for a little while, the memories on the hill will be the most beautiful memories, the ones I'll remember for the rest of my life. In the past, every time I missed you, just looking at your picture that I could do and so on it would be like that, I was so happy when I had the chance to meet you again. I know you're so hurt and disappointed, a thousand words of apology can't erase it."
"May I ask?"
"just ask."
"Why did you betray me?
"If I told you, I didn't betray you, would you believe me?"
"How can I believe it after seeing what you're doing."
Hafidz looked down and smiled. "Since you already know the answer, I don't need to explain it anymore. I pray you can meet a better man than I."
"You don't have to worry, I've got him, he's a very nice guy and also well educated. We've also planned to get married."
Hafidz knew that this was going to happen, he felt disappointed and hurt, but he tried his hardest to look fine. Hafidz shed his tears, and immediately he removed them so that Fazilah would not see. However, dear Fazilah has already seen it.
Fazilah was as wounded as Hafidz was, but given what Hafidz had done, he was more and more wounded.
The food was in order, in fact they were reluctant to eat, but they tried to forcefully eat it, to cover up the sadness they felt.
After eating, they immediately left the restaurant in their cars.
"You must keep following him, lest bad things happen to him, you must make sure of that."
"Ready, Sir. We'll do it."
Hafidz immediately left the place, while Fazilah drove his car to Alina's mother's house, because today they will celebrate Yasna's birthday.
At Alina's house, she sees Emran's car there, she enters the house and Yasna and Emran are there, while the children have gone to school.
"Assalamualaik."
"Guilipinam,"
"Happy birthday, my best friend" Fazilah said, hugging Yasna.
"Thank you, you've come here."
"You what the hell! We're best friends, so there's no need to thank."
"Heh, you here, a new person comes instead of being asked about his condition, even a gift, like a child."
"I'm going to have a birthday, so the one asked has to be a gift. You're okay, too."
"Yes, nih" said Fazilah by giving a parcel to Yasna.
Yasna accepted it with pleasure. It's not much for Yasna, it's her attention that makes Yasna happy.
"Thank you."
"Already, come on, let's cut the cone first!" exciting Alina.
Alina does not make cakes, she prefers to make yellow rice even though she is a cake maker.
"For a long time I did not eat yellow rice, made by my mother, the most delicious," said Fazilah.
Yasna felt strange with the tone of Fazilah's voice that seemed forced, he could feel if the current feeling of his best friend was not okay.
The tumpeng cutting event has been completed, Emran said to go to the office, he had a meeting today.
"Do you want to tell me the same story? What's the problem?" yasna asked Fazilah, after everyone was busy with their respective activities, only the two of them remained.
"What story?"
"Not to bother you, I already know how you are."
"I was confused" said Fazilah after a few minutes of silence.
"Why?"
"Mama wants to mate me with her daughter."
"You agree?"
"Not .. I haven't answered him yet, but mom forced me to accept, she said the guy was a good guy and his job was well established."
"What about Hafidz?"
"Why are you asking Hafidz?"
"Your problems are not finished yet."
"Which problem is it again? It was over, I met him, he explained everything, now it's over, no more business with him."
"Are you sure you won't regret it someday?"
"No," answered Fazilah trying to convince her, Yasna knew, Deep down his best friend still loved Hafidz, but Yasna did not want to force him.
*****
In the evening Fazilah was invited by his mother, meeting with the family of the man to be betrothed to him. Although reluctant, the fadzilah followed her mother to a restaurant that was so luxurious, they headed for a room specially ordered by the family of her future husband.
A few minutes waiting for the door to open, entered the middle-aged couple with a man. Fazilah's eyes did not accidentally look at the man, it was quite handsome, but Fazilah was not interested at all.
"Sorry, we are late" said the middle-aged man named Rudi.
"Ah, it's okay, sir. We also just arrived" said Mama Mirna.
The parents also talked until the food was served. As long as the old man spoke, Fazila only silently looked at the drink in his hand.
"Why are you guys quiet? Why not get acquainted?" ask Rudi.
"Come acquaintances! Why just shut up?" whispered the name Mirna.
"Yes, Ma."
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