Tired of Loving you
Fatma Injured

The sun has appeared. The song of the bird is the most beautiful song in the morning. The scent of dew swept across the faces of two faithful men curled up in blankets.

Shaka looked at Rania who was still sleeping soundly. His peaceful face made Shaka reluctant to disturb his sleep. It was clearly exhausted and adorable. Tired for sure, because last night was pounded until four in the morning.

"Nghhh," Rania moaned as Shaka pinched Rania's cheek in dismay.

"Away awake?" Shaka tightened his embrace, making his right hand a pillow for Rania.

"Capeeek .." whine Rania spoiled.

"I'm sorry. But it's delicious, right?" Shaka kissed Rania's cheek.

"Sister ..geli," Rania kept her cheeks away from Shaka's face.

"Love you, my wife," Shaka grabs Rania's neck and kisses Rania's temple deeply and solemnly.

"me too. Sorry, I have been reluctant to show my feelings. I was afraid of being seen as reckless as people," Rania slid her face down Shaka's neck.

"No need to apologize. With you returning my feelings alone, I'm already very happy," Shaka let out a heavy sigh.

"I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time. A moment where you're only mine, and I'm yours. Without a third, fourth, and so on. I waited for you for months until I had to bear the status of being a sister-in-law to you," Shaka looked at Rania softly.

"I'm sorry, brother. It seems, I hurt you too much" Rania kissed Shaka on the cheek.

"No. It is precisely I who hurt you too much, on the basis of mere obsession. I was a fool for loving you too much. It is not proper for man to love man too much, beyond his love for the Creator. And the one who turns over the heart of man is He,"

"That's right, and I was wrong for feeling God had unjustly taken Morgan. In fact, I was given a companion who was more than Morgan, even though my current husband is her brother Morgan himself" Rania chuckled.

"More than Morgan, you mean?"

"You're more patient with me who can't control my feelings,"

"Just it?"

"No," answered Rania steadily.

"And then?"

"The dragon is the same, the jealousy is the same, the face is almost the same, the wallet-"

"More than Morgan," Shaka replied quickly. Rania chuckles.

"I'll keep finding ways to make you laugh like this, until you forget how to cry,"

The Rania boutique.

This morning, Rania's boutique looks very crowded. Most of them are office staff who are fad to look around while waiting for work hours to start.

Incidentally, the CEO is still in bed with his wife, so the employees feel relaxed and forget themselves. Moreover, Adi's assistant directly reviewed the Pradikta family hospital construction project. Complete is their chance to have fun.

"No! Shirt and blazer size M!" exclaim Fatma ordered Nova to find the stock of these goods.

"Mom! This one's navy color, is there?"

"Sir, wrap this one up, huh?"

"Sir, is this really expensive? 30% off I take,"

That was the crowd of boutiques this morning. Fatma's head seems to be about to explode against these visitors. He plans that after all the business is done, will submit an application, the official added to Rania.

"It was exhausting ..." sighed Nova after the visitors left.

"It's exhausting, Nov. Anyway, tomorrow there must be a new employee" said Fatma as she wiped the sweat on her temple using a tissue.

"Oh My God! Just one hour we're open, fifteen million in turnover, Nova!" fatma's exclamation surprised Nova.

"What! Our bonus will double this month, Nov," Nova prancing gleefully. Well, the daughter of a businessman is no longer willing to rely on "Papa asks for money". He felt that the bees were satisfied with their own sweat. And that's all thanks to the work of Fatma lecturers who taught Nova various things. They continued to prance occasionally hugging because they were so happy.

Until the voice of a woman stops their childish actions.

"Assalamualaikum, Sister Fatma," said Amora politely.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Miss Amora," said Nova no less polite.

Unlike Nova, Fatma was fixated on seeing the male figure behind Amora. The man turned his face away as their gazes clashed.

"Eh, is there Fikri too? Fat, you're on them, anyway?" ask Nova wonder.

"Well, you know Mas Fikri too?" ask Amora wonder.

"Well, how?" Nova was confused by the current situation. Moreover, seeing Fikri's face reddened and looked wrong behavior.

"Mas Fikri is my future husband. He came here because he wanted a bridal suit fitting,"

Duaarr!!!

Fatma clenched her hands tightly. His body shook with the cry. He breathed in deeply and let it out slowly.

"Oh, so. All right, please come in, Miss Amora and Mr. Fikri," Fatma said with great emphasis.

Hearing Amora call with the name Mas alone has made it crowded, especially until marriage.

Nova sculpted, along with feeling the tightness that Fatma felt. He clasped Fatma's hand, giving her a certain strength.

"Thank you, Ms. Fatma," said Amora kindly. Fikri was still sculpting in place with glazed eyes. As they were about to pass through Fatma, Fikri stopped his steps right in front of Fatma and said, "I will stop this marriage, dear. I love you,"

Fatma gasped at Fikri's words.

"You don't have a heart, Fikri. You came to me and promised in such a way, while you were already bound by a promise with another woman? Keep the marriage going, lest any heart be hurt again because of you."

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