Not the Perfect Wife
68. Be separated
"Well, papa? It can later swell. Don't argue, this time you must obey my orders."
Fazilah was moved, this was what he could not forget from the figure of Hafidz, who was so considerate even in the slightest thing.
'How can I forget you, even this small thing, makes me feel like a special woman, ' Inner Fazilah.
They entered the car that had been prepared by Hafidz's men, there was a driver there. Hafidz and Fazila sat in the back.
"We don't need to go to the clinic, I'm fine."
"Just for a moment, after that it's up to you where you want to go, but don't do it like that, because I'm not always around you."
"I'm okay, really! I don't want to go there."
"But you-"
"I want to go to the hill."
"What about your wounds?"
"I told you, I'm fine, it's not swollen."
"All right," said Hafidz. "We're going to the hill, sir," Hafidz told the driver.
"Yes, Sir."
Hafidz sent a message to his men to buy medicine and also bring ice cubes to the hill, he did not want anything bad to happen to Fazilah, even the slightest injury.
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The Emran family has reached the beach, their destination, the children are running because they are so very happy.
"Come, we'll play by the beach!" take Afrin to her cousin.
They all play by the beach, even Aydin who is usually just silent comes into play.
"Sister Emran, come on, let's go! Pity the children if there is no one to look after, I can only focus on the youngest, too" Celina asked by pulling Emran's hand without waiting for an answer from the man.
Celina didn't even talk to Yasna let alone invite her, Yasna felt like she was an outsider at the moment.
Yasna chose to sit under the big tree alone, while Emran, the children and Celina were joking around by the beach, he could see how Celina and Emran were with the children like a happy family, he felt like a stranger who was already among them.
Unknowingly Yasna tears, she suddenly recalled the memories of meeting her husband with another woman, unlike now her husband was with his ex-sister-in-law.
Because it was too long to wait for Yasna to choose a walk around the beach, it was better for her to think, rather than having to see the familiarity of her husband with his former sister-in-law.
Emran, Celina and the children have finished playing, they return to the beach, Emran tries to find Yasna's whereabouts, because as she remembers earlier Yasna is under the tree. However, he did not find his wife's whereabouts.
"Cel, where was Yasna?" ask Emran.
"I don't know, Brother. Yasna's sister was here, but she doesn't know where she is now."
"Aydin, know where Mother is?"
"No, Pa. I don't see."
"You wait here with Aunt Celina, Papa wants to find Mommy first, Aydin take care of you, don't go anywhere."
"Yes, Pa."
Emran runs around the beach, looking for the whereabouts of his wife, suddenly his gaze is fixed on a woman standing on a rock looking at the beach, he assures his view if it is Yasna. After being absolutely certain that it was Yasna, he immediately approached the woman.
"Why are you here, honey? I've been looking for you everywhere."
Yasna who heard her husband's voice turned around.
"I enjoyed the beach too much so, forget everything," Yasna replied as well as insinuating Emran, he left the place just like that.
"Why didn't you play at the beach?" Emran walks after Yasna.
"When I play, after being left out?" Yasna sighed in annoyance. "The kids are done, right? Come on, go home!" Yasna widened her steps, leaving Emran in confusion.
Emran feels that Yasna is currently upset, but is upset because Emran does not know.
"Kids, it's done, right? Come on, let's go home!" take Yasna.
"Mother, Afrin is hungry" whined Afrin.
"Don't dong, Ma'am. We ate at a restaurant, closer. If you wait until home, pity the children, Afrin is also hungry" Celina said.
"Yes, Na. We eat at the restaurant near the beach, the food there is good!"
"Come, kids! We go to the restaurant first." Celina walks first with the kids.
Celina again did not invite Yasna, she wanted Yasna to come home soon, but she did not want to make the children sad.
"Come, Mother!" take Aydin with Yasna's hand.
"Come, Honey!" take Emran by embracing Yasna's hip.
Yasna smiled looking at them in turn, she was happy that her husband and son were still watching her, it turned out that they had never forgotten her, maybe she was too sensitive.
"Mother, don't ever want to lose with the actor. Mommy has to show that Mommy is a great woman" said Aydin, making Yasna look at him, as if asking where did Aydin know from?
"Mother don't be ashamed, I know what's on your mind." Aydin tried to guess what Yasna was thinking.
"So, are you jealous of Celina?" emran asked in their steps.
"No, who's jealous" said Yasna,
"Other times if you're jealous don't get arrested, honey. Tell me, if you need to be angry, so that there will be no misunderstanding between us one day."
"Sorry Aydin too, Mother. Not the same attention from Mother."
"This is not your fault, wrong Mother, you should understand better."
"Already, we have arrived, not tasty as well as Celina," said Emran.
"It's worse for Celina than it is for me."
"Not so, honey. I'm just--I
"Here you go, come on, get there! Not good with Celina," said Yasna by mimicking the words of Emran.
Yasna walked first with Aydin, while behind, Emran followed them with a head shake.
"Sister Emran, what message do you want?" ask Celina.
"Crab spicy sauce, same chicken fried chili alone."
"Son't you like spicy, why spicy messages?"
"Not for me, for my wife."
Yasna smiled at him, Emran always knew what he liked, but he never said it.
"Aydin want what message?"
"Just like Papa."
They eat voraciously, possibly the effects of fatigue after playing on the beach. After finishing the meal, they decided to go home, the children were tired as well.
They arrive home when it is late, Mama Karina offers Celina to stay overnight and Celina agrees.
"You stay here, Cel. Poor kids are tired," Karina bargained.
"Yes, Ma."
"Don't forget your husband's permission, if you need to just get him here too."
"Yes, Ma."
Celina immediately contacted her husband and said she would stay at Mama Karina's house.
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