Not the Perfect Wife

Not the Perfect Wife
80. The divided attention


"Everyone Aunty hand over to Fazilah if he is happy with you, of course Auntie will approve. Aunty just begs you, never hurt her if you no longer have any love for her. Please return him to Auntie in a good way, without hurting her." Mirna spoke with teary eyes, she only wanted the best for Fazilah, for her daughter to be always happy.


All parents want the best for their children, including Mirna. Whatever he will do so that his daughter is always happy despite having to sacrifice everything.


Hafidz held Mirna's hand and said, "That's not going to happen, Auntie. I love her very much. We don't know what's going to happen, but I'll try to always love and protect her from anything."


Fazilah who was behind the wall felt overwhelmed. She did not expect that Mama and Hafidz loved her so much. He felt very lucky, surrounded by them, people who were kind and sincere to him.


"One more, Aunt. I beg Aunt to stop working, not my intention to hinder Aunt's career. It's just, I want Aunt at home with Fazilah to enjoy old age."


"You, why am I old!" Mirna said in a high tone.


Hafiz wavered, he did not intend to insult or demean his future father-in-law.


"That's not what I mean, Auntie. I just ... just ...."


"I get it, I was just kidding" Mirna said with a laugh.


Hafidz was relieved because he felt he had said wrong and made his future father-in-law offended.


"Actually Fazilah also said such a thing. He wants Aunt to retire, but Auntie feels bad if just relax," said Mirna.


"Tante, right, already has a rich kid why bother looking for money. Aunty should take advantage of him" said Hafiz to make Mirna laugh again.


"He's rich because of you."


"Now it's all in Fazilah's name so, all the decisions are on him. I am now also including his employees."


"Truely, later we will spend the money," Mirna laughed as Hafidz followed.


"You're talking about me?" ask Fazilah who just came out of hiding.


"Who is talking about you? We're just talking normal."


"Ah, Mama like to have sex. I heard from inside."


"If you've heard, what's the name. Already mom wants to go to the office to take care of the resign." Mirna left Fazilah and Hafidz.


Fazilah pouted, he was still annoyed at his mother and also Hafidz who talked about it earlier.


"What the hell are you, honey? Just frown." asked Hafidz, sitting closer to Fazilah.


"No pa-pa" Fazilah replied without seeing Hafidz.


"Get out, yuk!"


"Where to go?"


"Here you go, come along."


"But I'm going to the office. I have to work."


"You, right, are already the boss. It also has to work."


"It can't be, dong! I haven't said anything to Emran either. I can't just play away."


"I want to make sure you go for a walk."


"Other times, yes. Brother Emran has been very good with me, it is not good to just stop, it is not good with Yasna."


"Yes already. Come on, I'll take you!" Hafiz took Fazilah to work.


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"How, Na. Is Vico asleep?" asked Karina, as soon as she saw Yasna coming out of the guest room which is now occupied by Vino and Vico.


"Already, Ma. Maybe he was too tired to cry, and then he fell asleep" Yasna replied.


Yasna was tired, only half a day Vino and Vico were here and she was already quite overwhelmed, how about it?


"It's only been a day, how's tomorrow and so on?" karina Gumam.


"Mama also prayed for Celina, so that she could quickly resolve her problems and regroup with her children."


"So I heard, Mama talking to Aunt Windi. Is there something?"


"He asked about Vino and Vico."


"Tante Windi knows, Ma?"


"Yes" answered Karina. "Maybe Celina's the story. Mama didn't talk to him much either, afraid of talking wrong."


Yasna nodded, she understood. Not everyone understands the purpose and purpose of a person. Sometimes our good intentions are misinterpreted by others.


"The kids haven't come home yet, Ma?" yasna asked while looking left and right.


"Yet. Mr. Hari still picked them up."


"I didn't have time to pick up the kids. Hopefully they understand."


"Mama also hopes so, Celina also sent the same message Mama. Later there will be people who deliver Vino's belongings with Vico."


"Yes, Ma."


Aydin and Afrin arrived.


"Assalamualaik."


"Waalaikumsalam, Mother's children have come," said Yasna.


"Why didn't you pick me up?" ask Afrin with a frown.


"Sorry, Vico was still crying so, Mommy can not leave," replied Yasna. "Come, take a shower! Afrin wants to be bathed by Mother?"


"No need, Mother. I can already."


The kids went to her room to clean up. Yasna prepared lunch.


After cleaning up, the kids enjoyed their lunch. Suddenly Vico again cries, making Yasna not continue lunch and prefer to take care of Vico. The woman tried to calm down the crying Vico.


Luckily, this time Vico was calm. Without anyone knowing if Afrin doesn't like her, she feels left out because Yasna cares more about Vico and doesn't pay attention to him anymore.


After lunch, Yasna played with Vico until the afternoon. Afrin plays with Vino.


At dinner, Yasna is also more attentive to Vico, to the point of upsetting Afrin and entering the room without eating her food.


"Honey, where are you going? You haven't eaten!" ask Emran.


Without answering Emran's question, Afrin continued to leave the dining table. He had absolutely no appetite to enjoy dinner. Everyone was astonished, they looked at each other and thought something must have happened to Afrin.


"Did something happen at school, Na?" emran asks Yasna because she thinks Yasna picked the kids up.


"I don't know, Mas" replied Yasna. He felt guilty for not knowing anything.


"Shortly, let me ask him." Emran went to Afrin's room. He knocked on the door a few times and opened it because there was no word from within.


"Papa's son why is this, then,? How did you suddenly just leave without eating? Usually Afrin is the most eager to eat, Mother's cooking," asked Emran in a soft voice. Emran knew his daughter must be sad, but sad because of what? Emran doesn't know.


Afrin kept her face hidden in the blanket. He didn't want anyone to see him sad.


"What's up, honey?" ask Emran again.


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