Well with you
CHAPTER 12

Fahmi squirms small. His tightly closed eyes tried to open him slowly. The air at that time felt so cold that it seemed to pierce his skin. Fahmi searches for the existence of the bolster, but he feels something strange from the bolster. Why does it feel so heavy and so big? He could not see and confirm perfectly because his room lights were turned off.

Fahmi shuddered in fear. Fear of what is next to a ghost or kuntilanak. Fahmi got out of his bed and immediately ran to the door to turn on the lights. Fahmi rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe seeing a woman sleeping on his bed.

"Well, Fira? Why is he, anyway, sleeping here?"

Fira seemed to feel cold. He slept curled up and looked a little shivering. Fahmi approached him immediately. He felt Fira's forehead which turned out to be so hot. Fahmy started to worry. He immediately enveloped Fira with a blanket that he wore all night.

"Fir, Fira? You're sick, aren't you?" Fahmi asked who then checked the temperature in Fira's neck.

Hot, bang. She's why, huh? Fahmi Inner.

Fira opened her eyes slowly. His head seemed to be pierced by something very sharp. It's painful and heavy.

"Sister Fahmi, I'm sorry, I sleep here" said Fira who then rose from his sleep. "In the meantime, I'm moving in, okay?" Fira held her head which still felt dizzy.

"Don't be a strong ass. Just sleep there!"

"This is your bed" said Fira, grimacing in pain withstanding the dizziness in her head.

"Everyone sleeps here!" Said Fahmi quite snapping. "Udah, just sleep. I want tahajud!"

While enduring the pain, Fira rounded her eyes profusely, as if about to let out all her anger. "You can be sweet with Halwa, Halwa. But you can't give the same attention to your own wife, sister!"

"Because I don't love you!"

Fira thought that his current state could make Fahmi give a little attention that he should get. But he was wrong. His entire body was hot, coupled with his heart that was so injured.

"Keep, brother, keep saying I don't love you! Until sister Nyesel told that to her own wife!" Fira shed her tears. She was crying as much as she could.

Fira felt pain in her neck. It was extremely hot on his neck at that moment, as if pressed by a heavy burning weight. Fira cries withstanding pain.

Fahmi approached and sat down next to Fira. "What's sick?"

"No need to be so considerate, huh!" Fira refuses Fahmi's attention.

At that time Fahmi wanted to be very angry, but Fira's condition was so heavy withholding pain made him worried. Many times Fira held her right neck.

This time Fahmi ignored Fira's words. He took off a little bit of Fira's neck shirt. Fira was shocked and refused.

"E-eh, what are you doing? Don't macem-macem, yeah!" Fira hugs herself, afraid of the bad things that come to the dirty mind of a man who is her current husband.

"Let's macem-macem be halal too, right?"

Fira looked at Fahmi with her sharp gaze. Fahmi tries to look at Fira's neck. This time Fira resigned and a little scared.

"When does it hurt?" Fahmi asked after seeing Fira's sore neck.

"Old time," answered Fira lazily.

"Not really sensitive, same with yourself!" Sindir Fahmi cynical.

"meaning?"

"Rarely change clothes, huh? Or do you rarely shower?" Ask Fahmi.

Fira was annoyed to be said like that. "Have a son!"

"You have herpes. Hot, huh?"

Fira nodded.

"Istresatin first. I'll buy ointment as well as medicine."

Today Fahmi dines morning. At seven o'clock in the morning Fahmi had already left and left Fira alone curled up while enduring the growing pains that were becoming in her room. Beside him was a piece of paper from Fahmi. Fahmi's intention is not to interfere with Fira's rest. Hoping, Fira reads a letter from him and eats the soy sauce-free fried rice he keeps on his room table.

***

It had been about an hour more Halwa was waiting for Fahmi on a bench available in front of the hospital security guard post. He was tote a bushel of rice and special dishes that he made especially for Fahmi. His smile expanded as the man he was waiting for came.

"Ka Fahmi!"

Halwa shook her head. "Nothing is."

"Keep, what's here?"

Halwa offered the bushel she brought to Fahmi, saying, "This is breakfast for Brother. Brother hasn't had breakfast, has he?"

Honestly, Fahmi did not have breakfast and his stomach was starving at the time. Earlier this morning he only ate a spoonful of fried rice for Fira, even then to taste whether salty or not. Finally with a little hesitation, Fahmi accepted Halwa's gift with pleasure. 

"Thank you very much, yeah, Halwa. You're so nice. Later after dines I return the challenge."

Halwa. "Yes, brother, same. The spirit, yes, the work!"

"Yes thanks again," said Fahmi while chuckling softly.

After that Fahmi immediately entered the hospital while carrying a bushel containing breakfast for him to eat with his friends.

When the figure of Fahmi was no longer visible, suddenly came a middle-aged woman approaching Halwa. "So that's Fahmi, Fahmi you've been telling me a lot?" The question surprised Halwa.

"E-eh, Mommy? Yes, Madam. It's called Ka Fahmi" Halwa replied with a still-influenced smile on her lips.

The woman named Asri was Halwa's mother. He deliberately accompanied Halwa to see the figure of Fahmi whose kindness Halwa often told.

"Beauty too, Wa. Get to know Abi immediately, let your halalin cepet be told," said Asri teasing Halwa.

Halwa blushed in shame. "Ih, Mom, what the hell, anyway?"

They came home using public transport. From the hospital to his house only takes five minutes if using public transportation. Near indeed, because of that Fahmi sometimes like to stop by the mosque near Halwa's house, to just see Halwa teaching with other friends.

***

"Keviiin, help me, I'm sick..."

After hearing Fira's voice so weak and enduring pain via the phone, Kevin immediately turned his bike towards Fira's house. Kevin was inexhaustible, how could Fira ask for help to him, while Fira himself already had a family head who was more entitled and obliged to take care of him.

Lately, Kevin is trying to stay away from Fira. He is self-aware that he is nobody but his best friend Fira. He doesn't want to be a destroyer in Fira's new life. But honestly, he will still never calm down as long as Fira has not been fully accepted and loved by Fahmi.

53 Missed calls

Dozens of times Kevin called Fahmi, but as many as that Fahmi ignored important calls from him.

Without waiting for more time, he finally decided to do the wrong thing. He broke down the door of the house in front of him. His strong body was repeatedly smashed at the door. At least the man did not feel pain. His worries had strengthened his body. Until the tenth door was opened, the door was opened. The man immediately entered, not caring about the door that might have been damaged by his break. For him it was not important, inside the house there, there was someone who needed his help.

"Firaaa! Firaas!" Kevin shouted as he set his eyes on all corners of the house in search of Fira's room.

Kevin opened every door in the room. Eventually, he finds Fira in one of the rooms.

Kevin was surprised, when he saw Fira lying weakly on a bed with a thick blanket. Soon he approached Fira.

"Fir, what's the pain?" Kevin felt Fira's forehead which turned out to be very hot. "It's hot, Fir. Where's your husband, anyway? Not very responsible!" Gurmurm.

"My neck is hot, Vin. I'm not strong. It hurts a lot" Fira said while crying because of the pain and heat as if burned.

Kevin tried to look towards Fira's neck. "Where, let me see first."

Kevin suddenly shuddered to see small circles that gathered red. "I'm glad I saw it. That's not wrong skin disease."

"Yes, emang. It hurts so bad, Vin." Many times Fira let out a sigh of pain.

Suddenly there was someone in the doorway with a clenched hand ready to hit someone who managed to stir up his anger...

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