
"Aren't you saying goodbye to me?" sahut as he felt strange about what Fatimah said.
"The devil should be like this" said Fatimah Soraya, grabbing her faithful right hand and kissing the back of her hand.
"I go in first, be careful on the road!" Pamit Fatimah who immediately walked left Satya who actually stared at the departure of Fatimah with feelings that he could not describe or explain.
"Assalamualaikum," said Fatimah I stood at the door waiting for sahutan from inside the house.
"Waalaikum salam," sahudziyah who was waiting for him since, hearing Fatimah's words made Zia feel happy and immediately ran towards the door and immediately opened the door for Fatimah.
"Have your husband left?" asked Zia when she did not see Satya beside Fatimah.
"She's gone, " replied Fatimah who was now walking in Zia's footsteps into the living room and sitting on the chair that was there beside Zia.
"How is life after a household?" zia asked after she saw Fatimah already sitting comfortably beside her.
Getting almost the same question as what was asked by his friends in the room earlier made Fatimah again silent and confused to answer the question that is actually very easy and the answer certainly does not require a mind.
"Fatimah, are you okay?" Zia again asked when she saw Fatimah never answered the question asked by the two.
"Eh, yes, Neng," said Fatimah nervously.
"Do you have a Fatimah problem?" Zia tried to figure out the reason Fatimah was silent.
"Nothing, Neng, I just didn't feel well earlier," elak Fatimah who couldn't possibly believe his words.
"If you're still not feeling well, it's better that you take a break!" said Fatimah who did not want to see the friend getting sicker because of it.
"I still want to chat Neng, besides just not feeling well, will not affect the same strength that I have," said Fatimah with a smile towards Zia, trying to convince Zia if she's okay right now.
"You sure?" once again Zia tried to convince Fatimah, if she was okay at the moment.
"Of course, Neng Zia don't worry! everything must be fine," said Fatimah who now smiles back at him, so that Zia can believe and not continue to urge Fatimah so that Zia no longer urges him.
The two chat with each other reminiscing about the past and retelling what had happened until the voice of Farz who had not come to join Zia and Fatimah.
"Well, isn't Mas Fariz still practicing in Buya's hospital?" fatimah asked when he heard Fariz who replied that he was also busy taking care of his new character.
"It is fitting that Mas Fariz is very rare in pesantren, it turns out that Mas Fariz has activities that really drain time and energy," said Fatimah with a hue of happiness that he can no longer cover, he said, telling stories about the past and all the things that have been passed together during the pesantren makes Fatimah feel much better and happy, even though only telling stories and can not repeat the time, fatimah was still happy because of it.
Faris who heard the praise from Fatimah was only able to smile with a best-selling heart, if only she had followed Zia's words, we can be sure if Fatimah is now his wife is not even a wife of others even though they often chat only by letter and rarely met but the personality of Fatimah he often heard from Zia and he saw for himself at this time making the regret that had never stopped now began to perch in his heart.
Ddddrrttt .. drrtt ....
Shaking the phone in Fatimah's pocket made him distracted by the rapid movement Fatimah took over the actual phone since it was not so ignored by him then began to stare at the name listed in his phone.
'my husband?' inner Fatimah read the name on the cell phone that was on, she never kept my husband's name on her phone and never had that name on her cell phone contact, until he remembered if Satya had put his own number into Fatimah's phone, and he also gave his own number name.
'why did Mas satya name his contact after my husband?' inward Fatimah was still amazed by what she had just seen, because Satya's attitude was very much different from the name in the contact, even Satya did not deserve to be called husband by Fatimah, because Satya's attitude was very much different from the name that was in the contact, because until this moment Satya has not carried out his duties as a perfect husband.
"Fatimah! Why even dumbass? who's the phone from?" reprimand Zia who once again felt strange with the attitude of Fatimah.
"This is a call from Mas Satya" Fatimah replied with a smile that she now showed Zia.
"Why not answer directly? Already do not daydream quickly answer his phone before the vibration stops!" the edict of Zia who now feels strange with what was done by Fatimah, Zia knows so long Fatimah, not just a day or two even she has known Fatimah for more than three years, he said, that's why Zia was very understanding of what Fatimah had done just by looking at her facial expression.
Fatimah who heard Zia's orders immediately picked up her phone stood up and and slightly bowed, gesturing if she was willing to go out for a while.
"What's up, mas?" ask Fatimah shortly after the phone connection.
"You want to buy how many packets of meatballs?" Satya replied that he was currently in a meatball stall meant by Fatimah.
"Is Mas Satya currently in a meatball stall?" instead of directly answering Fatimah just asked Satya.
"Yes, quickly say you want to buy how much land exclamation "letter Satia who does not want to waste time or buy time to wait or answer questions uttered by Fatimah.
"I want to buy thirty packs," replied Fatimah, a member of her room numbering twenty-five people and a family of four Ummah, Fatimah deliberately bought more because she fulfilled her order.
"Are those thirty packs question marks enough or do you want to buy more of them?" tawar Satya who thought that the members of Fatimah's room were far more than the numbers he had just mentioned.
"Enough Mas, don't buy more than that because I'm afraid of being wasted!" Fatimah's message before Satya ends her phone call.
Just a few minutes passed after Satya disconnected his phone, there was a message notification entered into Fatimah's phone.