Pursuing the Duplicate Love of My Wife
18. Do you have a boyfriend?

"Before a minute, Fa, Umi's got olive oil. Who knows if your ring could come off" said Umi Maryam.

After that he walked out of Syifa's room, then headed for her room.

Syifa also sighed with rage, then stroked the ring that was still embedded. His ring finger looked so red, he also felt a sting. "Pity you, even though things are not wrong. This Abi sucks!" mumbling grumbling.

Indeed, Abi Hamdan was very overprotective of him. Nothing is always allowed, nothing is not allowed. He also mixes everything with religion.

Yes maybe according to him, what Abi Hamdan is doing is for good. Syifa is also the only child she has.

But sometimes Syifa himself felt tired. So sometimes he still likes to lie, so that the Abi is not angry.

"I'm sorry, Fahmi boy. You are being taken away" said Abi Hamdan, who had just sat down on the sofa near Fahmi. He also placed a bouquet of roses on the table.

"It's okay Ustadz. What happened to Syifa? Is he sick?" ask Fahmi. He looked at Umi Maryam who came out of the room, then into Syifa's room with olive oil and rubbing oil.

"Kan Abi has said ... don't call Ustadz, call Abi only" Abi Hamdan said.

Not only to Fahmi, but to the students who learn njai he prefers to be called Abi. Because the greeting sounded to make him closer.

But sometimes, there are still those who call it Ustadz.

"Yes, sorry. I mean Abi. So Syifa then why if you can know? Until you scream like that?" asked Fahmi curiously.

"For rings. He was given a ring with his Daddy the Robert .. but when Abi was released he could not," explained Abi Hamdan.

"Who's Robert's daddy? Does Syifa have a boyfriend?"

"Syifa never got to date Abi, so she's not who Syifa is, Mi," replied Abi Hamdan.

"You're given all the rings, Bi? And ...." Fahmi pointed towards the flowers on the table. "Is the flower also from him?"

Abi Hamdan nodded. "Yes, it's from him. Robert's father's name is Jojon. He really likes Syifa even shot, he said. But it was rejected as Syifa and Abi herself did not like him."

"Why?"

"Abi says he's not a good guy. He is also non-Muslim."

"But Syifa herself likes it, same Jojon?"

"No, Mi" said Abi Hamdan, shaking his head.

"Oh thank goodness ...." Fahmi sighed in relief, then reflexively stroked the chest.

"Drink more milk." Abi Hamdan pointed at the glass of white milk on the table that was still fully loaded. There was a cup of coffee there too. The drink had been there since Fahmi had just arrived. It must be cold now. "Oh, do you want to be made again, because it's cold?"

"No need, Bi," Fahmi refused with a headband. He feels bad. "I did it on purpose, because I don't like hot milk. I drink now, bismillah ...." He grabbed the glass and then dipped it.

From the completion of Dzuhur, Fahmi did deliberately come because he wanted to cross-leave all of you to meet Syifa. He also brought a sack of rambutan fruit, the harvest in his Papa's garden.

A few minutes later, the door to Syifa's room was opened, Umi Maryam who came out. The woman's face was sweating a lot. Like running a marathon.

"Umi ran away?" abi Hamdan asked in surprise. His eyes looked cluttered. "Kan Abi told Syifa to help open the ring."

"Umi did help Syifa off the ring, Bi. But it's hard" replied Umi Maryam who seemed to have given up.

"Wear olive oil and massage oil. Until washed also use the bath soap earlier," said Umi Maryam. "Eh is still hard to come off. Even the one with Syifa's hand was bleeding because of Umi's nail. This is Umi gonna take her hand."

Abi Hamdan clucked in annoyance. "Dikasih jampi like it's a ring, until it can not escape," guess the origin. "Yes, just treat his hand first. Then ask Syifa to eat quickly, because since Nak Fahmi waited .. he must have wanted to chat with Syifa." Abi Hamdan stared at Fahmi, then commented on the smile as well as the man.

"Yes, Bi." Umi Maryam nodded. Then stepped inside his room to pick up the P3K box.

'Must be clamped with pliers like it's a ring, let it come off. Try later, ' Inner Abi.

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After lunch, as Abi Hamdan asked. Syifa ended up sitting on the sofa, appreciating Fahmi who also wanted to invite him to chat.

"You two are talking here. Abi and Umi want to chat in the air" said Abi Hamdan while standing and embracing his wife's shoulder.

Umi Maryam nodded, then followed the footsteps of the husband who invited him to sit in front of the porch of the house. But the door of his house was left open, also Abi Hamdan position facing towards the window that leads to the position of the middle room. So you can monitor them both.

"According to Umi, Syifa just as Fahmi fits?" ask Abi Hamdan who just sat down. Judging from there, both Syifa and Fahmi, they had yet to start a chat.

"It's a good fit, why?" Umi Maryam watched her son from the window.

"Yesterday night, Abi had a chat with Mr. Samsul. He said Fahmi was apparently like Syifa from the past, but embarrassed to reveal it. So ... Mr. Samsul proposed an arranged marriage."

"But Fahmi's just graduated from college he said, Bi, he also has not worked, right? How to get married?" ask Umi Maryam astonished.

"Don't get me wrong, Mi, he already has the LC title. Continue to have two restaurants as well, in Jakarta and Bandung," said Abi Hamdan praised.

"LC is what, Bi?"

"Start Cairo" replied Abi Hamdan. In general, this Lc degree is often referred to as an abbreviation of Cairo Graduates. Although not so precise, but this general opinion does have a closeness to the true meaning of Lc itself because it comes from the Middle East region.

"Lusa Fahmi also said that he would start his grand tabligh as a speaker at the Istiqlal mosque, together with the famous ustadz-ustadz on tv, Mi, great no?" abi Hamdan said with enthusiasm and pride. "Just if Syifa is married to Fahmi, not in the world only she gets happiness. But also in the end," he continued with confidence.

"If Umi is up to Abi, but it's good to ask Syifanya first. Fear he does not want, his name is the most anti today's children whose names are betrothed," said Umi Maryam. It's true what he said. Remembering that Syifa had asked him not to approve if he really would be betrothed.

"It would be, Nak Fahmi's people are perfect out there."

"Syifa, do you have a boyfriend?" asked Fahmi who had been a few minutes long he was silent with Syifa. His statement broke the silence.

"No, Brother." Syifa shook her head, her head lowered.

"I also don't have a boyfriend, Syifa, and I don't want to date." No one asked, but Fahmi told him deliberately. "Oh yes, I just inaugurated the restaurant yesterday that I made the result of my hard work. Tomorrow you want to, if I take dinner with you there?"

"Tomorrow I teach, Brother."

"And I said it was night, Fa," chuckled Fahmi. "Then I'll take Umi and Abimu as well."

"Eemm .. how, yes, Brother." Syifa rubbed her neck from behind the hijab. He was worried.

"How's kok? What would you like?" bargaining Fahmi, she watched Syifa with clinging while smiling. "Later to go Isha. We're going to take my new car, Fa, I just bought a Lamborghini for 8.5 billion, you know" he added proudly as he patted the chest.

...Don't get rejected, Fa, he's your candidate 🙈...