My Husband's
Love Statement

[ANAP]

I just finished work. I feel very tired today. There are many customers in this cafe. Thankfully, I'm off work tomorrow so I can rest.

I drive my motorbike through the bustle of bustling urban vehicles as well as people who pass by looking for transportation or just taking an afternoon walk. Several times I got stuck and made the trip even longer.

Until the sun was almost down, I just got home. Fortunately, I performed the Ashar prayer at the cafe. I put my bike into my rented living room. Then go to the bathroom to refresh yourself. After that I performed the Maghrib prayer right after the Adhan reverberated. When I heard the voice of Adhan, I remembered the voice of Muazin in the mosque that night. The voice was so sweet and soothing. I want to hear it again.

I'm sorting out the ingredients in the fridge for my dinner. I want to eat pasta. I began to process the spices and started cooking them.

My cooking is done when Isya's Adhan reverberates. I pray first and then go to the dinner table to enjoy my pasta.

Just now I wanted to spoon the paste into my mouth, the sound of knocking on the door sounded. I rushed forward and opened the door. I already know who's coming. And sure enough, when I opened the door, Mas Fandi was already standing with a big smile and a packet of food in his hand.

"Come in, Mom." I invited Mas Fandi to come inside.

Mas Fandi nodded then stepped inside. "Have you eaten?"

"Just wanted to eat, Mom." I guided Mas Fandi to the dining table.

"You cook pasta? Is there still?" ask Mas Fandi.

"There you are, Mas. You want?" my many.

"Yes, An," replied Mas Fandi enthusiastically.

I served him a plate of pasta. He quickly ate the food.

"You bring food and you eat something else, Mom?"

"Well, how are you? Who can refuse delicious food in plain sight" said Mas Fandi in between his chews.

"Bas with you." I smiled while shaking my head.

After eating pasta, Mas Fandi opened a package of food in the form of fried chicken and ate it. Not forgetting that he offered me too. I-i refused. I'm afraid my body is so fat first. I struggled to diet to get this ideal body, where I want to expand it again.

"Are you scared of fat?" ask Mas Fandi.

"You think?"

"Yes, you're afraid of fat."

"It's only natural for women to be afraid of fat again."

"You want to get fat or I still like it" said Mas Fandi who is still busy chewing fried chicken.

"Eh, anu.it...." Mas Fandi looks wrong. I saw him take a deep breath to relieve his nervousness.

"An, when did you officially divorce your ex-husband?" Mas Fandi looked at me seriously.

"Actually, today I have received a divorce papers, Mas," I replied hesitantly.

"Yesse!!!" Mas Fandi is excited.

"Why, Mas?"

"An, actually, I." Mas Fandi held onto my hand tightly and looked at me seriously.

I was surprised to hear that. The handsome Mas Fandi who has everything in love with me?

"Mas, you're kidding me, right?"

"No, An. I seriously. Actually since the first time I met you in that accident I've been in love with you."

I stared fixedly at the two beautiful eyes that adorned his good looks. Is it true that someone as great as him fell in love with me?

"An." Mas Fandi broke my daydream.

I gasp. I'm so glad to hear that. I love her too. When I fell down on my own, he was the only one beside me. Comforting me to give me a job. But I remember something. It was the lack that made Mas Hadi divorce me. Do I deserve to be with him? I'm barren. What can I give him. I took my hand out of his grasp slowly and looked at him doubtfully.

"I'm sorry, I can't, Mom," I said slowly.

"Why? Oh about Iddah? I can wait for you in three months, An. I'm still patient." Mas Fandi tried to convince me.

"Not that, Mom. I can't feel your feelings. I don't deserve you." I looked down sad.

"How are the pantes?" Fandi looks astonished.

"Udahlah, Mommy. I can't be the same as you. You better go. Please forget what happened tonight."

"An." Fandi looked at me questioningly.

"Go, Mom." I shed my tears. I could not see the face of Mas Fandi who was disappointed. How can I hurt a man as good as him? But no, he has to get a better woman than me.

Fandi finally came home. But before that, he told me. "I'm not giving up, An. I'll wait for you even if it takes a long time."

Then, Mas Fandi left in his car. I went back inside the house. I cried remembering the incident just now. I just made a big mistake. But it's best, that way, Mas Fandi won't be tied to a useless woman like me.