Well with you
CHAPTER 4

They also arrived at the house of Dewi, Fira's mother. At that time, they were warmly welcomed by both of Fira's parents. Fira and Fahmi display the best smiles in front of Fira's parents. They will start the drama again, which is all they do is just to look good in front of the Fira family.

Fira whispered to Fahmi, "You know what we have to do?"

Fahmi nodded, "Pretend to be happy!"

Ah, pretend mulu. When is the real happy, Bantin Fira.

Fira holding Fahmi's arm without instruction which of course makes Fahmi surprised. But Fahmi tried to smile and look at Fira affectionately, even though in reality Fahmi wanted to shake Fira who seemed to hold hands.

"Assalamualaikum, Mom, Dad," said Fahmi and Fira who then kissed the hands of both.

"Vaalaikumussalam. How are you healthy?" ask Dewi, Fira's mother.

"Alhamdulillah, we're healthy ma'am."

"Yes, let's go in! The Adhan of Maghrib."

They came in and walked behind Mom and Dad. Fira instantly let go of his arm and shuddered. "Dol!!!"

Fahmi said something, "Halahh, I know, really do not want to take off. That's a prestige you."

Fira opened her eyes. "Amit-amit."

"Imut gini spelled out amit-amit. Open your eyes!"

They also arrived at the dining room. There are a lot of dishes on the table. Starting from takjil to dessert is already available there.

"Mom, how much food?" asked Fira while shifting the chair for her to sit on.

"Ooh, there will be your brother also open together," replied the Goddess.

Fira rounded her mouth to form an 'O'.

"Where at home? It's safe, right?" ask Goddess.

Fira and Fahmi look at each other. "Thank God be safe, ma'am," Fahmi replied.

"Not a problem, are you?"

"There's absolutely nothing, Mom. Our family is safe and secure, ma'am." This time Fira answered.

Rest of Hong Kong? Every day a mouth war, inner Fahmi.

"Good if that's it. You guys make plans add family members."

Fahmi and Fira rounded his eyes while shaking their heads quickly.

God who gives love. Every couple that has been halal should be embedded in love with each other. But what if love does not grow? While the principle of both is only one lifetime.

Shortly afterwards, there was the sound of a child whining from out there. It was Davin, the nephew of his first brother.

"That must be your brother, Ra. Tumben really mepet want new magrib come. Though their house is closer than yours" grumbled Dewi, Fira's mother.

Kayla is Fira's older sister. For Fira, her life was always lucky. Getting the perfect companion. While her? She must be trapped in a loveless household. Tasteless indeed.

Kayla and her husband came to the dining room. It coincides with the voice of the Maghrib Adhan. Everyone said hamdalah and immediately opened with dates.

***

Unlike Fahmi who was in his heart complaining. If they have to stay overnight, automatically they also have to pretend to be happy, romantic, and others.

"Alhamdulillah if you want to take care. You sleep in Fira's room yes," said Dewi, Fira's mother.

Fahmi rounded his eyes perfectly. "you guys? You mean, the two of us, ma'am? No other room?"

"Yes, you two. Why anyway? You're legal."

Fahmi instantly realized what he had said. He then grabbed Fira's shoulder. "No, really, Mom. Yes, we go to the room first yes, Mom," he said and dragged Fira into his room.

Fira felt the warmth from Fahmi's embrace. If it meant love, it was just a dream. In reality, Fahmi never loved.

They walked towards the room with Fahmi's state still embracing Fira. During the walk, Fahmi did not release the embrace. For a long time, he felt comfortable. His heart instantly trembled as they reached the door of Fira's room. Fira opens the door and invites Fahmi in.

With hesitation, they enter and Fahmi slowly releases his embrace as Fira closes the door. Fahmi was confused as to what to do. Sleep, huh?

"The other room will make Kak Kayla as his small family. So I don't want us to room. Just simple, you sleep on the bed, I'm on the couch. Okay?"

Fahmi who felt bad was sitting on the bed. "You're in bed, I'm on the couch!"

Fira looked annoyed. "Ish, I'm good with you. Anyway you're in bed, I'm on the couch!"

"Huge head anyway. This is your room, let me be on the couch!" Fahmi.

"You're in bed!! Point!"

"You're it!"

"Ribet really, it's the same!" Fira was infuriated by this little boy-like dispute.

"Okay, you're the end, I'm the end!"

They also agreed to sleep on the mattress with a considerable distance, namely the tip and tip. To be honest, after the fight they became difficult to sleep. Both of them turned their backs to each other with their eyes open. Fahmi thought Fira had fallen asleep because usually Fira is easy to sleep. For Fahmi, sleeping is Fira's hobby.

"I'm sorry, Fir. I can't love you yet. It's actually these weird vibes that I believe love already exists, but I don't want to. I'm selfish, Fir. I'm sorry," said Fahmi.

Fira who heard that was glued. He knew that Fahmi never loved him. But why was it said that it hurt so much? Her tears fell. He's trying to hold back the tightness. He had never heard the words that made his heart this sick. Accidentally, Fira sobbed in her tears. Fahmi hears the sobbing and makes him feel very guilty.

"The water? You haven't slept? I mean, I'm not that." Fahmi sat himself out of his sleep and looked at Fira who was behind him.

"Gapapa, really. Just the same attitude you just I can bear, let alone the same words that are heart-piercing. Take it easy, I'm okay."

"Sorry, Fir."

"I know and feel that you married me not out of love. I can understand, really. I know, you only want to get married once in a lifetime and you're now married to me. You should try to let love be with me. What is good, living in a household without the slightest love? Will we be old enough to live without love?

****

More gaje yes, wkwk.

Wait for the next chapter...