Well with you
CHAPTER 9

Sick?

Yes, sick.

No wife wants to be considered a cousin by her own husband, even if it's just pretend. Again, nothing! No one happily accepts that.

However, how good is an Elfira Marwah? Who casually agreed to the request of the husband to pretend as his cousin.

No, there's no love in Fira's heart. But all of Fahmi's unreasonable attitude had melted the taste that was in his heart.

Fira held Alvin's arm that was about to rise from his seat. At that time they were on the terrace of Fira's house. Alvin accidentally visits while passing by Fira's house. Just for a little while, because he has to go home soon.

"Lo's too plain and nice or what the hell, Fir? Why are you being told to pretend to be his cousin? You're Fahmi's SAH wife, Elfira!" Alvin vented his anger in front of Fira.

"Of all Fahmi's unpleasant attitude, I'm starting to be able to melt the love that once grew, Vin."

Alvin breathed his breath rough. "Ah, I don't understand you. Your life will be lost without love, Fir. I know you, who are not easy to fall in love with. Once you love, you will be faithful! I'm sure, you're going to strengthen this household, because you once felt love with Fahmi!"

There was no response from Fira. He just lowered his head.

"The main target, Fir! Don't let your life go to waste. If I want from the study of yesterday, getting married is a lifelong worship. Well, during your marriage, how's the worship? Can you really fix it?"

"Sometimes, he likes me for worship. Pray five times, tajahud, dhuha, fasting, nasehatin and others. But sometimes he acts really cold to me, too" replied Fira.

"Patience to you, Fir." Alvin patted Fira's shoulder to strengthen.

"Gue could just be so hateful to her, Vin. All this time, he's been piercing the wound needles in my heart. Anyway, I'm just as rich as any other girl. Have feelings. Sometimes bring feelings. Easy heartache. I've always been resistant all this time. Can I still be patient?" This time Fira cried.

Everything in his heart he brought out. During dealing with Fahmi, he always held him. Whether it is bitter or sick. Until finally he can spill it all on Alvin. Best friend in the world. He remained faithful even though he was married. Which remains even though his love is unrequited by Fira.

Fira still with her cries. He looked down and occasionally wiped his tears. Alvin was confused as to what to do. There was nothing he could do but strengthen Fira with words of patience and passion. Now, he can't embrace Fira anymore like his childhood. She realized, besides not being a mahram, Fira had become someone else's wife.

"Don't cry, Fir! Not alone, though!" Alvin tried to entertain even in a simple way.

"Gue yourself, Alvin! I took him alone. Nahan is sick alone!"

"Don't be sad, God is with us!" This time Alvin's voice sounded slow and trembling.

Fira's cries began to subside although occasionally still sobbing slowly. His heart ached when he heard Alvin's words. Not much different, Alvinpun looks silent after saying that.

He found many things that had been lost in his life. He does not understand the reason. But his heart seemed to be illuminated by such a bright light. Glare indeed, but his heart was drawn to approach that light. Hidayah, huh?

"Lo must be strong, Fir! You have to be a strong Fira that I have known. I'm going to go home, Fir. Will soon be your husband home." Alvin got up from his seat while picking up the helmet.

Fira got up from her seat. "Well, how come you're going home anyway?"

"Slight willpower is your husband, I'm in danger, Fir. Yes, the spirit. Assalamualaikum!"

Alvin pamit and actually left Fira standing frozen while staring at the nanar where Alvin parked his motorbike earlier. Alvin is no more.

Now, he's alone. Silently silent on the porch of the house. He was still not clear. Shortly after that, he shook his head and nodded. Then he went inside the house.

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After that, Fira went to sleep again. Waking up she did not find her husband at home. Tau-tau there is a letter on his bed that contains permission Fahmi go to the supermarket himself.

I don't know what makes Fahmi want to shop monthly alone without feeling prestige or how. Usually Fahmi handed over shopping duties to Fira. Even having Fira shop herself unattended and watched. He told Fira to be careful. And just plainly Fira agreed. He doesn't want to bring feelings into anything. For him, it would only torture himself.

"Firaaa!!! Grab a crackle of groceries in the car, tuh!" Fahmi's orders when he just got home.

"So-so'an shop by yourself. Go home and tell him to get his crackles!" Fira's grouse was watching television in a relaxed manner.

"Don't talk much. Ambolin' over there, spit! Abis went to his places. Today there will be special guests" said Fahmi.

"A new person is already a special person, huh? His wife was once considered special. Boro-boro, love is not!" Fira said full of emphasis before finally going to fulfill Fahmi's orders.

Fahmi was silent for a while and tried not to care. He went to his room to change clothes.

***

Halwa and Fahmi were already sitting sweetly in the dining room. There was only Fira who seemed to have not come to the dining room.

Fira is still in her room. I hesitated to meet them. He could not even hold back the tears that began to fall. It was so painful and stifling to the chest, that she had to pretend to be the brother of her own husband. Though her status is her SAH wife.

He always tried to look tough and ordinary in front of Fahmi. But deep in his heart were so many wounds.

Fira is not a good woman. But at least he does not like to vent anger with outrageous. As much as possible he always held back.

After all, he had to stay in the dining room and open with them. Because if not, it is feared that there are unpleasant things happening to her husband. With a single breath and exhaling it slowly, he hoped to neutralize the pain of his heart. Hopefully, he can become stronger.

"Hay, Brother!" Halwa kindly greeted and warmly welcomed Fira.

Fira sat next to Fahmi.

"Known, I'm Halwa, sister." Halwa reached out her hand, but was not welcomed by Fira.

"I'm Fira."

Fira looks reluctant goods look at Halwa at a glance. Fahmi who was sitting next to him whispered, "Be nice to guests!"

Fira's jaw hardens. Sometimes he wanted to punch Fahmi. If only Fahmi felt what he felt, maybe he would be hurt.

I have to please my husband's guests. So that he and his special guests are happy. Without the slightest hint of him caring about my depressed feelings. Wicked! Inner Fira.

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