Becoming Like My Mother
CHAPTER 73

Fahmi wrapped his hands around his wife's waist. The surprised Melati turned her head and smiled sweetly. But he continued his activities that were cooking for breakfast.

"What's making Bun?" Tanya Fahmi leaned her head on Melati's shoulder.

"Fried fish and sour vegetables." Answer Melati relax.

Fahmi nodded his head, he continued to look at Melati who was struggling with cooking ingredients. Actually Melati is not comfortable with this position, because it makes it difficult to move.

"Do you not want to go to Mas's office? Look at the clock on the wall" point towards the wall.

"Em," Fahmi pretends to think. "I want to be home with this heart. And spend my time with my wife and children."

"Hm tumben, it's up to you. But Mas, can you just sit next to me. I've to move."

Although arrogant, Fahmi still obeyed his wife's request. It turns out that even with a rather disheveled appearance her face still looks beautiful.

"Oh yes Mas, why wasn't Maira seen this morning?" Ask Jasmine after finishing cooking and arranging the food on the table.

Some days Maira deliberately stayed at this house, to help Melati take care of the children. Especially Farah who has not fully healed. Plus Bi Marni who is returning home.

"She came home last night Mel, something was going to take her home." Fahmi replied casually.

"Ouh," Melati nodded. Then he passed from there to wake Farah.

"For my daughter." Sapa Fahmi smiled brightly at her daughter who still had a pillow face.

"By the morning too, Father" he said lazily. Then put himself in the chair.

***

"Hallo Assalamu'alaikum" Fahmi said after picking up the phone.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, sorry sir. Sorry sir, but can you tell me where you are now? Why not go to the office?" Ask the people who are there. It turns out that the person who called Fahmi was Rayn's assistant.

"Sorry Rayn, I'm actually at home. I just want to relax today." Answer Fahmi.

"Oouh sorry then Sir. But sir, can you please come here now? The investors and shareholders have all gathered waiting for your presence."

"What's going on Rayn?"

"Emmm, that's Mister. Sorry but the news of your personal life has spread widely."

"WHAT?!"

Sontak Melati who was breastfeeding Aish beside her husband was surprised to hear the high tone of Mas Fahmi.

"....."

"All right, I'll be there soon. Assalamu'alaikum,"

"....."

"What's up, Mom?" Melati tilted her head to look at the face of Mas Fahmi who looked riled and nervous.

"There's a problem in Mel's office, so I have to go. You're okay, right?"

"Of course I'm okay. Please go, I'll take care of the kids."

Melati lowered Aisyah on the bed and moved.

"Let me prepare first, all of them."

Fahmi nodded and turned to his daughter.

"Father's son has started to be active well, very beautiful like your Mother." As if understanding what his father was saying, his eyes rounded and smiled. Not forgetting his hands moved to reach his father's face and his feet kicked around.

Fahmi is getting anxious, he squid all over Aisyah's face.

"Mas let's get ready. I've prepared everything." Said Melati approaching her husband and daughter.

***

As Rayn had expected, the arrival of investors and shareholders was to withdraw the shares they had planted. And this was all the cause of the scandalous news that befell his superiors.

I don't know if it's frustrating what Mr. Fahmi is. His company was threatened to go out of business, no one even wanted to listen to his explanation.

"Master, there are so many employees who depend on their lives in this company. I think we should auction this company, so they don't lose their jobs."

Fahmi thought of the words that his assistant had said. In his heart he confirmed the words. But he also thought about his family.

"All right, let me think about Rayn."

Rayn nodded and left the room that belonged to her superior.

On the other hand, one corner was created on the face of a middle-aged man. With a glass of whiskey vertical, he smiled satisfied to see the scandal that befell the owners of FAF Group.

"Father!" A woman he believes is his own daughter.

"Yes dear." Answer gently.

"Papa I'm so happy" said the daughter, pouring into his arms.

"Whatever Papa's gonna do for you, baby." The reply was no less tight.

"Papa after this, Papa has promised to meet with Mas Fahmi right Pah." Whine the woman to her father.

"Sure, Papa promised you. You take it easy yeah, what you want all this time is gonna happen." He gently stroked the child's hair.

"Thank you very much Papa, I love him very much."

"Papa loves you very much too, dear."

The father and son smiled as they stared at the television, which was reporting the news about Mr. Fahmi. Together they drank the wine that was in the room.

***

Melati looked when she heard the door open. He frowned at the husband who entered without saying hello.

"Mas," he said.

Fahmi turned his head and smiled, which also returned a sweet smile from Melati.

"What's up, Mom? Tumben didn't say hello." Said Melati, although Mas Fahmi looks like usual undeniable that the aura carried by Fahmi today is different.

"I'm sorry dear, Assalamu'alaikum."

Melati smiled faintly, "Wa'alaikumsalam." Then take over her husband's briefcase and let go of the tie.

"Mel, I'm so hungry today. What are you cooking?"

"Sorry, I think you're home as usual. So I haven't cooked yet, is it okay if you wait for me to cook first?"

"Surely dear,"

Melati nodded and prepared in advance for her husband to clean himself up. Then go cook. Fortunately her youngest daughter was asleep, so it did not matter if she was left behind.

Because the day that has entered Ashar time, Melati invites her husband to pray first before eating. Fahmi felt a moment of peace and tranquility.

He saw the face of the wife who was very beautiful wrapped in a mukena. She gladly put her hands together, and Melati obediently kissed the back of her husband's hand. And immediately a gentle touch of affection landed on his forehead.

Then they left the place and went to the dining room together. The two smiled warmly at the sight of their eldest daughter talking to her sister.

"Dede Aish, so good boy huh. Brother, Father and Mother love you very much. Dede knows, sometimes Brother sees Father or Mother who is crying secretly.

That's why we are good children, so that Father and Mother are proud. And let Father and Mother not be sad anymore. My sister is also sad sometimes. Aish's dear brother." Speak softly Farah with a still slurred voice.