Not the Perfect Wife
72. Please let her go
"If I say, let me go. Are you going to let me go?" ask Fazilah.
"No, I'll never let you go, I've come this far and my heart is already attached to you. I will fight for you, no matter what happens even if you refuse."
"So, why do you ask if you finally know the answer."
"Are you going to cancel this wedding?"
"Don't you say you won't let me go? As well as your family and my mother, they won't let that happen and I won't let my heart hurt and humiliate you. It's been enough sacrifice all this time."
Hisham looked at Fazilah, what a thing like this that made Hisham not let go of the woman. She believes Fazilah will be a great mother for her children later.
Fazilah was willing to give up her love for everyone to be happy, even though she had to sacrifice her happiness.
"Why don't you try to be with her if you still love her."
"Because I believe that if he's my soul mate, we'll be united, but if he doesn't, it's probably better for us to be on each other's path."
"Do you love her so much?"
"I don't have to answer, do I? Let it be my secret and it may be my secret forever."
"I'm sorry, I can't let you go, maybe you'll think I'm selfish, but just like you, I can't hurt my family and most of all, I can't possibly let go of a woman as beautiful and as good as you."
It was a flattery sentence, but somehow Fazilah did not feel flattered or flowery at all.
The words were sweet, but tasteless in Fazilah's ears, perhaps if the person who said it was the one who was in his heart, it would sound wonderful.
Hisham could see Fazilah's blank, lifeless gaze. Somehow the woman's smile felt bland, unlike the usual Fazilah, even though she knew the cause, she would not be able to fulfill it.
*****
During the day Emran's phone kept ringing, the name of Celina there, the owner of the phone had no intention of lifting it.
Emran remembers her mother's message to stay away from Celina, nor does she want to hurt Yasna's feelings, she tries to become a husband who fully keeps the wife's feelings in check.
A message came in, Emran did not intend to read it, he put his phone in the drawer, he preferred to concentrate on his work only.
While Celina in the middle house grumbled because Revan's body was hot again, she was forced to contact her husband to drive him to the hospital.
"How's Revan doing?" ask Celina's husband, when he just arrived.
"It's okay."
"Are you kidding me! I'm at a meeting, you call me and ask me to come home soon because Revan has a fever, now what?"
"So it was a fever and then I gave it a fever-lowering drug and now it's down."
"You should have said that Revan's fever had gone down. You must have contacted Emran and he couldn't come, right?"
"No, what the hell are you doing? Always accusing me of not-no."
"Because it's such a reality, so love you to him, so can't see that he already has a wife and you already have a husband."
"Clearly," said Celina then passed into her room.
Celina was upset at her husband, she contacted him also because of Revan, but why did she seem to mind so much?
It was also what made Celina envious of Yasna, Emran was so very good at treating his wife, even though from what he heard, Yasna could not give him a child.
Unlike Celina's husband who has never been romantic with her at all, which makes Celina sad the most, her husband never loved Celina's two children from the late Amir, Emran's sister.
'Mas, why are you leaving us so quickly? I want to leave them to Brother Emran, but that means I have to be away from them and I can't do it.' Inner Celina.
*****
"Would you like to talk to me?" ask Hisham.
"Yes, just a minute."
Hisham felt strange because he was not so close to his sister-in-law, let alone talk alone, he was afraid of being slandered later.
"Is it okay to talk alone?"
"No, same Mas Irfan also really," replied Nuri, Irfan is Nuri's husband.
"Well, where are we talking?"
"In the back garden alone, Mas Irfan was already waiting there."
"You go first, I'll be there."
Nuri left first, not long after that followed by Hisham. They sit in chairs that are already a place for this family to relax.
"What's wrong?" ask Hisham who just sat down.
"May I ask you something?"
"Ask what?"
"I beg you, please cancel your marriage to Fazilah."
"Why did you suddenly ask Big Brother to cancel this wedding, dear?" ask Irfan Nuri's husband.
"Yes, why did you suddenly ask me to cancel this marriage? You know this wedding has been arranged by the family?" ask Hisham.
"Actually fadzilah is my best friend, I've hurt her so much." Nuri also told all the past events to her husband and sister-in-law.
Hisham was very surprised to hear that, he did not think that was what made Fazila and his ex broke up. It is fitting that they still love each other, especially the love of Hafidz on Fazilah turned out to be very big.
"That's, Brother. All my faults .. I made them part so, I beg your brother, please cancel this marriage because I know Fazilah will not be able to annul this marriage, even though he had to get hurt because of that."
"How do you know that he got hurt if he married me? Am I not good enough for her?"
"I've been through, in a relationship with someone who never loved us. Even though I love her with all my heart."
"You were married to Irfan and there was no love, now you love each other and I'm sure you can be like you?"
"Sister, sure you can make Fazila fall in love with you?"
Hisham can't say anything, nor is he sure if Fazilah can fall in love with him later.
"What makes you doubt that Fazilah I'm not in love with me?"
"I know her very well, she's a very stubborn person Maybe she'll be nice to you, out of respect for you as her husband, but I'm not sure she can give up her heart for you. I've known him so well from childhood, we used to be together everywhere."
"What makes you so sure they'll be happy with them?"
"Hisham and Fazilah's relationship lasted quite a long time because they both had high loyalty. Big Brother can say I'm pretentious or smartass, but that's what I know about them, the proof after all these years their feelings have remained the same despite never meeting."
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