Tasbih Love Fatimah

Tasbih Love Fatimah
What's up, Om?


"Mas, stop in front!" pinta Fatimah who increasingly makes Satya confused.


Fatimah's voice broke the silence that occurred in the car, since the first time he got into the car, the atmosphere in it was so quiet as uninhabited, all of that happened because Satya and Fatimah were both silent without any intention to start a conversation.


"Why are you going down in front?" ask Satya.


"There's something I want to do, please put me down in front for a bit" replied Fatimah.


Satya who was curious but could not force Fatimah to explain to him chose to follow what Fatimah wanted and see what she did rather than force her to tell a story.


In accordance with the wishes of Fatimah, Satya now stopped his car right in front of the bridge, under the bridge, without any hesitation or word Fatimah walked out of the car with a few packs of food that had been filled with money by Fatimah.


"Why are you going there, Fatimah?" satya asked when she saw Fatimah about to get down and get out of the car.


"I want to give this food and a little bit of this to the kids who are there." fatimah answered while pointing towards some street children who were sitting on the side of the road with a guitar on his lap.


"Don't go there! let me call him, "prevent Satya who does not want anything bad to happen to Fatimah, in this place there are often crimes, if Fatimah forced herself to go Satya could not guarantee his safety, actually did not affect also Fatimah want to be harmed or not, it's just that Satya doesn't want to be blamed by her mother-in-law if something bad happens to her daughter when the princess goes with her, because today is enough night.


"Do they want to be called?" fatimah asked with a doubtful facial expression.


"Everyone will not refuse if he will be given money, what else is the money given free as you will do it.


Satya got out of the car and waved her hand to signal that she was calling out to some little children sitting on the edge of the lotto while singing cheerfully.


Without Fatimah guessing, a few small children came up with their innocent smiles.


"What's up, Om?" ask one of the children who are approaching.


"My wife wants to give you something, come with me;" replied Satya.


Some of the children who had approached now followed the steps of Satya who walked closer to the hand.


"really?" ask again.


"Close only! I'm not going to lie to you" said Satya coldly, he now walks back into the car without caring about the little boy he called.


"Here!" Fatimah waved her hand to signal that the little boy who was called Satya would come closer.


"What's up, Mom?" ask the little boy.


"This is for you to eat' and use the money well, and remember! don't spend it alone! share with others!" message Fatimah after giving a package of food that she had brought to the children who look happy to receive her.


"Thank you Mom, hopefully the recovery will be smoother" he said with a happy smile.


"Together" replied Fatimah.


'It turns out, the nature of Fatimah never changes, ' Satya's mind.


The car continued to drive until it reached Fatimah's yard, as usual Fatimah and Satya did not talk to each other until the two entered the house.


"You're home" greeted Mom, who looks like she just came out of the bathroom.


"Already Mother, this is my favorite martabak," Fatimah gave the martabak that Satya had bought while they were on the road.


"Thank you" said Mother with a smile on her face.


"Mom, Satya go to the room first." Pamit Satya breezed away leaving the two women who were busy chatting.


Satya immediately cleaned up shortly after arriving at the room then stepped on the pillows and blankets and immediately slept on the sofa, for a while Satya chose to sleep on the sofa rather than on the mattress with Fatimah, he still could not help himself if it was close to Fatimah, even though they were legitimate, but Satya's hatred and revenge had not been avenged, this time was the beginning of everything.


Fatimah did not go straight in, she chose to accompany the mother in the family room watching a movie together.


"Fatimah" called the mother in her soft voice.


"Yes, Mother" said Fatimah,


"You have an obligation, son, go and accompany your husband!" Answer Mother.


"But Fatimah still wants to accompany Mother" Fatimah said trying to explain what she was doing.


"Mother is okay alone, besides Fatimah is not a child anymore who needs to be accompanied or accompany Mother, better Fatimah after Satya," mother Halimah's decree was very understanding of the task and what Fatimah should do.


"Well, Fatimah go to the room first, ma'am." Pamit Fatimah who immediately stepped into the room.


'Why is Satya sleeping on the couch? doesn't he like to sleep next to me?' batin Fatimah felt strange about what Satya was doing at this time.


Seeing Satya's attitude makes Fatimah confused, why until now Satya did not ask for his rights, let alone ask for things, even now Satya actually chose to sleep on the sofa rather than with him on the mattress.


'What really happened? what exactly is your purpose in marrying me Mas Satya?' batin Fatimah again wondered while staring fixedly at Satya who looks sound in her sleep.


Unable to say, Fatimah stood up to walk closer to Satya who was sleeping with a messy blanket, Fatimah confirmed Satya's blanket as she said.


"Hopefully one day I'll know what you're really up to? but for that long I will remain devoted to you," said Fatimah while confirming Satya's blanket.


Hearing Fatimah's words slightly melted Satya's hard heart, even so Satya kept her eyes closed even though she did not fall asleep.


'Sorry Fatimah, the pain of rejection was still clearly visible on my face, ' said Satha in her heart, she pretended to sleep and not hear anything, while Fatimah stepped away from Satya again, clean up and do the same with Satya in a different place.


"Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day than now" said Fatimah, who now pulled a blanket and lay there.


The night is now passing, leaving a memory that may be remembered by all the servants who breathe later.