Well with you
CHAPTER 8

...Sometimes we are weak because of love. And the bad thing is, this heart still hopes for people who have disappointed. Time and time again....

...~Elfira Marwah's...

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"Saur, Fir!" Fahmi notices Fira who is sleeping so soundly. His eyes looked red and swollen, but Fahmi immediately threw away his face, trying not to care.

There was a light sobbing as Fira tried to open her swollen eyes from crying all night.

"I'll wait in the dining room. You have to be saur!"

Fahmi leaves, leaving Fira who is still gathering energy. I think he wants to cry back. No, but he has to be strong. He can't look weak in front of Fahmi.

Soon Fira gets up from her sleep and meets Fahmi in the dining room. His hair was still disheveled, his face was tangled like an unironed shirt.

"Pet eat!" Fahmi orders while eating fried rice that he made.

Fira sat down on the chair that was beside Fahmi listlessly. His favorite cuisine also feels bland and does not make him taste food. "I'm not fasting anymore. You just eat!"

"It's like that, clean up the house from now on. Yesterday it was not easy to clean up," said Fami who looks busy with his meal.

"Yes, that's delicious! If you want, we share the task. You wash clothes, wash dishes, I clean houses, nyapu and you mop. Each room is loaded, period!"

"Kok, do I do a lot of work? Engga ah! Lots of laundry!"

"Eh, look who's laundry? Wash all of you, responsibility, the same stuff that has been dirty with yourself!"

"My room you're in order but!"

"No! The room feels like a rich ship broke, where anyone wants to enter. Rats also die of heart attacks when they see your room!"

Fira left, leaving Fahmi in the living room who instead laughed considering the condition of his room that was messy extraordinary.

After finishing the saur, Fahmi gets ready to perform the morning prayer at the mosque near the house. He no longer saw Fira, but the sound of water came from inside Fira's room. Maybe I was taking a shower, he thought. Finally, Fahmi went to the mosque without having permission first to Fira. Why ask permission? Inner Fahmi who then left.

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Fahmi threw himself on his bed after returning from the mosque. Suddenly, Fira comes and throws him with a pile of dirty clothes belonging to Fahmi. "Wash your smelly clothes!" That made Fahmi wake up.

"What the fuck, this the hell?"

"Pick up there wash! Want to see how many of these dirty clothes stack up? Smells everywhere you know!"

"What kind of wife is gini rich? Should wash her husband's clothes!"

"That's also me if we're husband and wife, huh? If so, where there is a husband who left his wife on the side of the road just because of other girls!" Fira goes to her room and closes the door, leaving Fahmi shocked.

Instantly Fahmi is made silent by Fira's words. He admitted that Fira was right. As a result, he could only shut up, not reply Fira. Fahmi grabs his phone to send a message to Fira.

Whose room is the most neat, what requests should be followed. How's it?

The message was finally sent to Fira. The sound of messages coming into Fira's phone can also be heard by Fahmi. Hopefully, Fira will accept this challenge.

Who's afraid?

Fira's reply has shown that the challenge is accepted. Soon Fahmi headed to the laundry room to put his dirty clothes into the washing machine. While waiting for his clothes that were being rotated by the washing machine, Fahmi cleaned his room with enthusiasm.

Starting from cleaning the bed sheet that came off the bed, folding the blanket also picked up a bolster pillow that fell on the floor. Fahmi's sleep can't be quiet. The quietest was yesterday, when staying at her in-laws' house.

After that, Fahmi turned to other places to just tidy up the messy stuff. He tried his best not to lose to Fira. At the end, Fahmi sweeps his room for the rest of the snacks he ate yesterday after the tarawih prayer.

In another room, Fira was sitting on the edge of the bed. The room was already neat and clean. Fira was thinking, what would she ask if her room was neater and cleaner. Is asking for quality time with Fahmi? Fira shook her head. Or ask for extra money to shop for his wishes? Fira shook her head again. Or charge Fahmi love that until now he has not got? This time Fira was pensive. Neither did I approve nor refuse. Although in fact, it is what he needs most for the survival in this household.

Fira opens the door separating her room from Fahmi's. The sight of Fahmi's room was neat, making him amazed. Fahmi who was laying on the bed got up when he realized Fira opened the door.

"Rapy, right, her room? Who was dong doing this?"

Fira threw away her face hearing the words. "I rate your room, you value my room!"

"Okay, who's afraid?"

Soon Fahmi enters Fira's room to judge. Instead, Fira enters Fahmi's room to judge as well.

If Fahmi just surrounds Fira's room, Fira is actually looking for a gap that is usually not neat. He picks up Fahmi's pillow, and he finds Fahmi's briefcase there. Fix, that reduces points. Then he opened Fahmi's closet, and found a pile of clothes that had just been taken from the clothesline two days ago. Fix, it reduces a lot of points.

Assessment time is over. They mentioned his value in Fahmi's room. Fahmi casually sat on the bed and told Fira to sit on the sofa which was not far from the bed.

Fira opened her lazy eyes. "Don't so-so'an. Just call me the value of my room!"

"valued... Jeng, jeng, jeng..." Said Fahmi hanging, deliberately making Fira curious. Fira tries to be patient, but Fahmi really pisses off.

"How much?"

"How much, huh?" Fahmi started teasing. "It's 75."

"Well, what is it, anyway? The room is neat and clean, the time value is just that?" Fira commented.

"Not to give. I am an expert in judging. Now it's my room turn, how much is it worth?"

"Sixty!"

Fahmi's eyes widened upon hearing his worth. "Huh? Must be cheating! I don't accept. The value is not valid!"

"AH!"

"No, not accepted, period!"

"Haha, there are some things that reduce points. First, a briefcase is kept under a pillow. That's not the place! Second, your clothes are in the closet. Not neat!"

This time Fahmi kept quiet because he felt defeated.

"You're supportive, right? You're not a lousy person running from promises, are you?" Ask Fira.

"Okay, what do you want?" Fahmy began to admit his defeat.

"I want to collect!"

"I have how much debt do you owe? You owe me a lot! I kept you all this time, what else, huh?"

"Hey, that living you should have done without asking for anything in return!"

"Keep what?"

"I want to take your love! A home without love is bland! I can love you, as long as you try to make love for me!"

Fahmi. Honestly, Fira who to the point does sometimes make him unable to answer quickly. The problem is, Fahmi can't. More precisely not to love Fira. Moreover, when Halwa managed to steal his heart.

Drrr....

Fahmi's phone is shaking. The name Halwatunnisa is sweet on the screen of his phone.

"Important person called" said Fahmi who then came out of his room.

Fira breathed out a rough breath. Already as hard as he could muster the courage to collect the love, but again Fahmi diverted.

"Kalo at Sister's house there is Sodara Brother who yesterday, Halwa can visit, right? Halwa wants to be acquainted with her cousin Sis," said Halwa there.

"Eum, bo-can. I happen to be dines tonight. Come here in the afternoon, can you? I'll share the location."

"Yes already. Thank you, Brother. Wassalamualaikum warahmatullahi. "

"Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

The phone was disconnected. There was a beautiful smile painted on Fahmi's lips. He was happy Halwa was coming.

"It's over, right?" Fira came suddenly, making Fahmi aghast in shock.

"Yes. There will be a girl I helped yesterday. He wants to know you. Anyway, as long as he's here, you have to do me as my cousin, okay?"

Fahmi leaves, as if forgetting his promise to fulfill Fira's request. In fact, Fahmi only needs to give love to the wife he married a few months ago. That simple request was ignored.

...Sometimes we are weak because of love. And the bad thing is, this heart still hopes for people who have disappointed. Time and time again....

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