The Incomplete Love
EP 3: Shell Biost
Alex hunts into his house.
“Fatimah, Fatimah ..”
His wife came out of the kitchen.
“Cute me.” Alex pulls Fatimah's hand.
“Abang, why? Where are we going?”
Alex did not answer. He drove his fancy sports car to his trust doctor's clinic.
As soon as he arrived at the luxurious clinic painted in creamy purple, Fatimah realized something. He opened the door to escape.
“Nop! You will spiral off and conceive my son.” Alex grabbed Fatimah and took her in.
“Abang .. Brother, I'm not ready.” Fatimah pulled his hand.
With a single move, Alex shouldered Fatimah into the practice room.
“Ck, why the hell, Lex?” Ask Doctor Mirza. Fatimah hit her husband on the back. His feet moving to and fro make things difficult for Alex.
“Yes that's it. Look at how I'm also excited. Honey, dong. Free volunteer. You can't win.”
“Lex, you have to learn to be a husband. Not this way.”
“Iya later I will be a husband. Now I'm taking my wife's IUD. There is no doctor girl what?I don't want my wife to look at you.”
“There in another hospital,” Mirza chuckles, knowing very well her best friend is unlikely to go to another clinic.
“Buruan.”
“Blo’on, you loose first Fatimah, let me chat.”
As soon as Alex took Fatimah down, the woman immediately threw a kick. Fortunately Alex is also a martial arts champion so he can avoid.
Fatimah who had dark eyes swung her hand that was fended off by Alex. Mirza stared at the mystery of a married couple who were far away, even very far from normal limits.
“Excuse me.”
Fatimah continued to launch attacks while Alex continued to defend without attacking.
Impatient and unwilling to have her practice room destroyed, Mirza blew her son's whistle left there.
“You stop! Madame Fatimah, please sit down. Biang kerok, you are also.”
Alex sneered towards Mirza. Fatimah was ready to beat him again.
“Stop! Please sit down, Bu.”
Fatimah dropped her body onto the sofa. Alex sits in a chair some distance away, unwilling to provoke a ruckus that would delay Mirza from dislodging his wife's spiral.
After all, Mirza opened Fatimah's health file sent from London.
“Mistress, here have used IUD from two years ago?”
“Yes, Doctor. My youngest child has an abnormality, so me and Mas Kala decided not to have children just yet.”
Alex suppresses jealousy when his wife mentions her ex-husband's name. Every morning and night pounding Fatimah did not necessarily make the stubborn woman fall in love with her.
In fact, he still felt the warmth when Fatimah mentioned the name Kalandra. Alex clenched his hand.
“Mrs want to uninstall?”
“Nmobile. I am not ready to have a child from Bang Alex,” he replied frankly.
“Fatimah ..” Alex calls his wife's name in a huff.
“Lex ... you are calm or out.”
“Request to exit aja, Dok.”
“Pak Doctor Mirza, I will be polite and calm,” Alex replied with a sweet smile on Fatimah.
“Doctor, I am not ready for inner birth. Bang Alex, let me wear IUD a few more months.”
“No! Mirza, you are wasting everyone’s time. I'll talk to Fatimah.” later
“Talk? Bang, you never talked to me. All orders and penalties. You promised not to hurt me. But that's what you do every day. Even to make love, you never asked who I was or not, right?”
“Fatimah! There's Mirza!”
“Udah streets. Fine, if you want me to get pregnant. Doctor, my husband said. It's free to say that it's a wall. Brother, take me to the hospital to find obgyn woman.”
“No, same as Mirza aja.”
Fatimah. “You want to have me look at him? I am mah ogah.”
Without caring about her husband's reaction, Fatimah got up and left the room.
“Fatimah! Mir, I'll hold him first.”
“Mir, you know I don't easily trust people.”
“This time, you have to believe. You have a sholihah wife but a warrior. Please take care of him.”
Alex took the paper that Mirza handed out and then rushed after Fatimah.
“Sayang ..” Call him when you see Fatimah is observing a fairly crowded surrounding conditions.
“So you cut me fit more gini people, Bang?” Ask Fatimah.
To save himself, Alex replied, “I didn't notice, My dear. Oya this is no reference from Mirza make to obgyn chick.”
“Bang, I'm tired.” One hand of Fatimah rubbed her forehead, her eyes closed.
Alex looked at the body that looked thinner.
“Fatimah, sorry Abang.” Alex took his wife into his arms. Fatimah did not move, soaking her face into her husband's chest.
Some clinic visitors secretly recorded. Alex's men immediately made a barricade to maintain the privacy of his master.
“We go from here, yuk.”
Fatimah was weak.
Alex took his wife into a white sports car parked in front of the lobby.
He soon ran his car. Occasionally glanced at Fatimah who was looking ahead with a blank look.
“Sleep, Darling. When you arrive, you wake up.”
“Bby, Bang?” Fatimah raised a suspicious eyebrow.
Alex nodded.
“Let's wake up I'm not punished?”
Alex stared incensed at his worried wife's face. How bad he was as a husband.
“No, no, bobok first.”
Fatimah held her head. His body feels tired. Last night, Alex kept asking for rations. He was only able to sleep a few hours after Alex left for the office.
That is how Fatimah lives every day. Night will be the time of inner birth torture. During the day he filled his time with cooking, teaching, or listening to tausiah, because Alex never let him out of the house alone.
She was grateful to be allowed video calls with her children every night. I have to wait for Alex. Fatimah's life was far from happiness. Away from a sick child, marrying a hated man, and abandoning the love of his life.
Alex never asked him to talk. The sentence that came out of his lips was an absolute order to be obeyed. Alex never hit her, but the punishment for sex is more painful and embarrassing.
His eyelids are heavy. Before long he was closed. In his sleep he muttered, “ Hazel, Kenzo, Mother kangen.”
It seemed like only an instant that Fatimah fell asleep, suddenly a subtle movement woke her up.
Alex enjoys lashes that flicker every waking up.
Fatimah frowned, at first not recognizing the room where she was asleep.
“Abang, are we on the plane? Where are you going?”
Alex did not answer. He hugged Fatimah. No tears flowing.
“Abang why cry?”
“Fatimah, Brother has never felt this sad. Even when the parents themselves sell the brother, it doesn't feel as painful as this. Never have you felt love for someone except you.”
“Abang ..”
“Fatimah, we're going to London. I know you have a longing. Brutal brother has separated you from the children. You suffer, but you don't dare to take you to meet children because you still love Kala.”
“Abang, there is no way I remove the same love Mas Kala. There's all process. Although Brother forced me to marry, but thanks to a donor from Brother, Kenzo is now healthy. Fatimah hates you, but it's a process we have to go through. Only Brother does not make Fatimah easy to fall in love.”
“Sorry. Maybe this is all the character of my brother. Life Brother hard once.”
Fatimah bit her lips. She saw many wounds on her husband's body. From the marks of the shot, the stitches, the scars of the whip. Alex deliberately does not cover up to remind himself of the journey of life he has gone through.
“You know, Fatimah, you almost never sleep every night. You are afraid of losing you. Every time you go home from work, you are happy to be with you. Although often you deliberately make the cuisine salty or sweetness.”
Fatimah covered her face with both hands.
“Abang never cries, dear. Only you can make your feelings chaotic. Bucin mafia. Fatimah, do you want to go back to Kala?”
Fatimah opened her hands that covered her face.
“Abang, can you?”
“If you are happy.”
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