Fatma's First Love
Truth Is a Lie
..."Promise me you'll never worry me again?!" ...
..._Fatma's First Love ...
The baskara radiates its heat. At that time, the air felt very hot to the crown. Sunny. Honey, the beautiful atmosphere today is not the same as a man's heart with a face etched in panic. The pajero car drove at high speed splitting the crowded streets, without realizing the car driven by Word drove increasingly away from the school. The man continued to rub Fatma's palms which grew increasingly cold. While Fatma with all her might forced both her eyes open. He gathered his consciousness by staring blankly ahead and massaging his forehead slowly. He felt his head dizzy. The clear came back dripping, it hurt. Is this the end of his life?
“Fatma, are you okay, Honey?” ask her with a worried tone.
“Is it still dizzy? Fatma want what?”
The Word kept asking and offering Fatma a variety of foods. The goal is to keep the innocent girl awake. He did not want the bad thing lodged in his head right now to actually happen.
"Fatma, I beg ... hold on!” lirih.
In the same second as the dripping of the clear liquid from the Firman's mouthpiece, Fatma's net was slowly diverted looking at her husband with thin smiling lips. His hand moved with the hand of the Word. The man stopped the car he was driving, pulled over on the side of the road.
“Pak Husband,” call Fatma slow and weak.
“Fatma ... are you okay?” The girl nodded along with the dripping of the clear liquid that was inflicting on her fertilizer.
“Fatma wants to hug Pak Husband.” Annisa stretched her hand. The deathly pale face and energy that had yet to fully recover rendered Fatma helpless. The incident caused her trauma.
Ali chuckled limply, drip by drop still darting without excuse to the master. Not wanting to show Fatma his sad face, the man weld rough traces of clear on his cheeks. Then, release the seat belts to be free to hug. They both give each other warmth. The sound of sobs implying fear, Fatma's body still shook and trembled.
“Quiet! There I am here for you, dear.” The Word stroked Fatma's back gently. “Yeah,” he continued.
“I am grateful to still be able to see Mr. Bobby back. Fatma is afraid little wife will never be able-”
“No.” As fast as lightning the Word slashed the unfinished sentence of Fatma. He silenced Fatma softly, not wanting to let his little wife say the thing that the man feared the most. Bereft.
“I won't let the angel of death take you first, Fatma.” Fascinated. Sobs are very deep sounding. Can't imagine his fate if there's no Word.
“Please promise you will never worry me again?!” The man thrusts his little finger forward. Fatma's puffy face just let him float in the air. There was no response, the man nodded his head to reassure her once more. With trembling fingers, she wrapped her pinkie fingers around her husband's fingers.
“Father promises not to leave Fatma?” Decay and collapse. In the same minute as the drop of a tear fell, the man nodded. Afterwards, Firman tightly embraced his wife's small body. Don't want to let go for a second.
It seems the Word is not able to hear and see that. Fatma broke her husband's embrace, wiping away the trail of tears under those slightly reddened eyes. His nose and lips were also red. The man cupped Fatma's face and kissed her cheek.
“Pak Bobby ... They why evil equals Fatma?” his murmur did not understand. The Word went silent, waiting for the continuation of the sentence from Fatma.
“Sir Bobby, Fatma wants a quiet life. Fatma should how?” weak tanyanya. Long silent the Word replied.
“Be like Sayyidah Fatimah Az-Zahra who became a brave Muslim. However, it has a shy nature. Be like Sayyidah Khadijah who is loyal to the Prophet and willing to give his wealth for the religion of Allah. And be like Sayyidah Maryam who always keep her chastity. Although, he was faced with the very handsome angel Gabriel. However, keep saying, ‘I take refuge in Allah.ivee
Fatma slowly raised both corners of her lips. “But Mr. Bobby, Fatma is not them. Fatma is just a girl who can pretend to be cheerful in front of others and now in front of Mr. Bobby ... Fatma failed. Fatma crybaby, Fatma is weak, sir. Just now Fatma couldn't do anything.” Fatma is back. He covered part of his face with his palms back.
The circle fell back, claustrophobic robbed Fatma of her breath. Isakan heartbreaking that the Word back hear. “Honey, for me Fatma is a bright Sahmura. You just need time to be able to fight them, and turn into a brave Muslim. I know his little wife I can afford, but not now.” Word took over Fatma's wrist. When the face of ayu was seen, Firman weld the trail of tears with the back of his index finger.
“Darling, I am your husband. We are entitled to share a complaint, I never assume in the slightest that Fatma is weak woman, Fatmawati .. although it is difficult let us live together .. yes.” The Word again seeks to give peace of soul.
The girl felt moved, her foolish self was grateful to have a husband like the Word. Her unforgiving spoiled self was well received by such a perfect figure.
“Fatma girl firmly. Although there are many people out there who hate you, Fatma must keep smiling and be patient. Fatmawati ‘kan not a crybaby girl!”
The look of the face again radiates hope, making the Word relieved. “I love Mr. Suamk, do not leave Fatma yes!?”
“I am also Fatma. In Shaa Allah .. I will never leave you,” reply.
****
The worry is stirring. If the results remain the same, then a myriad of questions will be more nested and widened without an answer. The Word must seek the bright spot. For years, he had to figure out who killed his parents.
Pressing the bell, his arrival was greeted by the old house maid. Say hello, then walk to the living room. This afternoon the man in a black shirt decided to visit this mansion alone. It appeared that a middle-aged man smiling warmly was staring at him.
“Firman, here Nak!” call Om Wijaya. The elderly man was now wearing a home garment, with some papers in front of him.
Firman smiled faintly, then approached. “How are the brides?” tanya tease. “Om kangen,” he continued while chuckling.
The man only replied with a sincere smile. This middle-aged man in front of him had contributed a lot in his life. Help her work in a cafe, and more.
Moreover, he was willing to help find the truth about who had dared to kill his parents. Until now the Word does not understand what the motive of the man by killing his parents? Is there a hidden meaning behind it all?
Om Wijaya smiled thinly with a concerned face. “result remains the same,” answer is short which immediately makes the look of the face of the Word changed drastically. His hopeful arrival to the old house was in vain. There was no result he got.
Firman took a long breath. His chest felt tight, his breathing was like choking, his tongue was crotchety. He doesn't know what to say. “Dad Sabil ...” Telak. Hope all that is just a trick or a nightmare that just passes in his sleep. However ....
Om Wijaya nodded, he handed over the evidence. Looks like Sabil's father messaged someone to plan the murder. Crashing car plates and others.
“Im sorry, Son. Om knew the plan, Om had prevented Sibil, but Sabil remained adamant to destroy your family. Because at that time Sabil suffered a loss when working with your father's company. Sabil did not accept it and it happened,” explained Om Widjaya lethargicly. Returning. The Word opened the white sheet by sheet that was currently in his grasp.
A look of regret was printed on his face. “Pardon om,” softly, while wiping the facial water that suddenly fell.
The word so feel guilty, but the logic of thinking seems like the reason Om Wijaya said less powerful. Sabil's father must have had other reasons that no one knew about.
“Om is not wrong, maybe this is destiny, but I still do not expect Sabil's father to be able to do it all. Is that a reason that makes my application with Fatma easy to accept?”
Word massages forehead frustrations. The man raised his head, looking at Om Wijaya. A face with a few wrinkles on the face paints a sad face. On his forehead it was always printed like a salompas, strangely always placed in the same place.
“Om still dizzy? Why is it that every time I see it wear it?” tanyakanya.
Om Wijaya scratched his nose reflex. “I-iya, somehow this dizziness does not want to heal.” He chuckles for a moment. “Maclum, om is old son,” he continued.
Zulaikha suddenly came to the two men. “Wihh why, Daddy Sama Aiman to melow gini?” Zulaikha asked. “Man, your face is so wrinkled, wash your face there!” tell him to slightly dilute the atmosphere that unwittingly stiffens.
The man heeded Zulaikha's words by nodding his head and walking towards the bathroom not far from there. He accidentally saw a waiter who had welcomed him carrying a plate of food towards the warehouse. Did the maid eat there?
“Bik, why eat it in a dirty place, 'there will be a dining table?" ask Word. The man had no intention of offending one bit.
A surprised look on the face of the old woman. “Ekh, anu Nak, aunty want to take a broom to clean the kitchen,” he said awkwardly.
The Word put a bad prejudice on that old woman. There must be something that the woman is hiding. He was scared and felt worry. The Word shook his head, maybe this was because his inner movements were not good.
“Aunt excuse me, yes, Nak.” The woman walked away.
“Aiman, why are you there? Have you finished washing your face?” Zulaikha was surprised, as was the Word.
*****
Under heaven, above earth. A million prayers, wishing for happiness. It looks like the two people are grateful for the beauty, not when a tinge of orange began to appear, a sign of sunset.
The girl who had the status of a little wife of the Word is now waiting for the return of her husband. It was dark, Fatma felt sad, but she had learned to cook for dinner with her husband, but the seconds changed minutes, minutes changed hours, the man did not go home.
“Bu, Sir Bobby where to go, how until this hour has not yet gone home?” ask Fatma worried.
Bu Sulihah chuckled. “Take it easy, Son. Den Firman at least a short visit to his Om home after work, soon also home,” he said calming.
“Oh so yes, thank goodness then,” murmured Fatma. He turned his gaze towards the dining table which looked like there was a lot of food. Then he took a long breath he let out. At the same time ....
"Son Fatma." Bu Sulihah quickly caught Fatma's body which was slightly more face down on the floor. I don't know what's going on. However, it was seen that the girl was holding her head. Was it because of the wounds of the day?
"Son Fatma's okay?" Fatma heeded Bu Sulihah's question with a weak nod of her head. Suddenly, his face was pale. Oh my God, what really happened?
"I called Den Firman first, yeah. I'm scared-" Fatma clenched Bu Sulihah's wrist as fast as lightning. Then, he shook weakly.
"I'm fine, Mom. Just a little dizzy. Made a break will also improve."
"Really?" Fatma nodded back. Right now, he was trying to hide the pain that was ambushing his head. He did not want to make Bu Sulihah worry and complain to the Word. Fatma did not want to disturb her husband.
"Don't tell Mr. Bobby. I don't want him to feel bothered just because of this trivial pain." With a heavy heart, Ms. Sulihah agreed to Fatma's request.
O Allah, it hurts, but Fatma must not be weak. Fatma doesn't want to worry Mr. Bobby.
Meanwhile, behind Fatma's waiting there is a man who is now sitting in front of the wheel of his car that drove the brakes low. “Dad, Mother, Firman longs. Please give the Word a hint Yes Rabb, let this justice be done.”
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Pasuruan, March 26, 2023
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