My Little Wife Fatimah's

My Little Wife Fatimah's
36. Like a nightmare


The waiting day has arrived, and,


The wedding day of Sarah and Rico began, the marriage contract was carried out, "Well" said the official signifying Sarah as the wife of Rico.


Sarah cried when she could not express her gratitude for her happiness.


That day Fatimah looked at the people she loved, starting from Rahman, mother, father, and Sarah. Fatimah was worried that she could not be far from the people she loved.


"You must be moved yes, lest you remember the moment we married," whispered Rahman who sat next to Fatimah.


Fatimah just smiled looking at Rahman while holding Rahman's hand.


Sarah hugged Fatimah who was also crying, "Congratulations, be a good wife" Fatimah said to Sarah's ear.


***


When Fatimah walks to the toilet, she accidentally meets Sofia, "We finally meet too," said Sofia who surprised Fatimah.


"What else is Miss Sofia," asked Fatimah sharply.


"I just want to remind you with your promise, Sarah's marriage is over, it's time you kept your promise" Sofia said.


"Mother Sofia is calm, I am not the type of person who breaks promises" said Fatimah and immediately left Sofia.


***


That night, Rahman was resting because all day he was quite tired of helping take care of all the needs in his sister's wedding.


Rahman is lying on the couch.


Fatimah sat down next to Rahman to talk about something about her household.


"Sister, I want to talk" said Fatimah.


Hearing that Rahman immediately sat down, "What are you talking about?" rahman looked at Fatimah.


"Regarding our promise, I already have the answer," Fatimah said seriously.


Hearing Fatimah's words, Rahman immediately smiled, "I know, surely you want to say that you love me, that's why you quickly tell me the answer when the time is not yet two months as promised" said Rahman who strongly believes that Fatimah has received it.


"Sister, the time is not yet two months, but if I answer it now is not pa pa kak, faster is better," said Fatimah who tried to smile.


"Yes Fatimah, I'm even happy today you gave the Answer" said Rahman who was more excited.


"As long as we're married, I feel you're a good man, brother, you're caring, loving and caring for me,"


Rahman smiled and was curious to hear Fatimah.


"But I stick to my first love, I can't love you more than a sister" continued Fatimah who reluctantly reversed the facts.


Hearing that Rahman's smile seemed to disappear, "No, you must be kidding Fatimah," Rahman said looking at Fatimah seriously.


"Fatimah, you better give me an answer after the time is exactly two months, now you sleep first baby, maybe you were exhausted," said Rahman calm Fatimah.


"Sir, my answer today is right and true, I still hold on to my first love, besides I am not the type of woman who easily diverts her love," continued Fatimah assured Rahman.


Hearing that Rahman increasingly panicked because he did not want to release his wife, "No, no Fatimah, so far our relationship has improved, your answer is a lie, right," firmly Rahman whose eyes began to glaze over.


Fatimah who could not help but cry ran to her room and locked the door. Rahman came knocking at the door, "Fatimah, I know that is not the answer of your heart, Fatimah.never lie with your own heart," rahman said in a loud tone while knocking on the door.


Behind that door, Fatimah was crying incessantly, because she lied to Rahman, "I love you, brother, but I am not a woman who deserves to be with you," inner Fatimah who was crying while leaning on the door of the room.


Rahman knocked on Fatimah's door, but Fatimah did not respond.


At midnight Fatimah opened the door of her room, and Rahman fell asleep on the floor.


Fatimah tries to get Rahman into her room, but Rahman wakes up.


"Fatimah, Fatimah I don't want to lose you, just don't force me to divorce you" said Rahman who just woke up kissing Fatimah's hand.


"Sister, please go to your room now, don't sleep here" Fatimah told Rahman.


"I'm going to move into the room, but you promise me yes, don't force me to divorce" said Rahman, who looked at Fatimah expectantly.


Fatimah just nodded as if she agreed.


"Thank you baby, never divorce" Rahman said.


Fatimah escorted Rahman to her room.


"Please tonight you sleep here yes" said Rahman, who was lying in his room.


"Yes but my sister is sleeping" said Fatimah, who sat next to Rahman. Fatimah stroked Rahman's head, so that Rahman quickly fell asleep.


Fatimah looked at the face of the man in her heart, because she might never see him again tomorrow.


***


At 4am, the alarm rang, as if waking Rahman to pray. Rahman woke up, he immediately turned left right but he did not see the figure of Fatimah.


his eyes were on the paper on the pillow. Rahman read the letter which contained,


"Assalamualaikum sis, maybe when you read this, I'm not beside you, sis, promise keep promise, he must be kept, My answer remains the same, I can not be separated from first love, brother, I hope that you can accept my answer with great courage, because you also agree with our promise that is not only one-sided, I hope you remain happy even without me, I would definitely be happier if apart from you, marry the perfect other girl for you, I will be relieved if anyone replaces me in your heart, please don't look for me sis, I went to calm myself down and look for my separate siblings as I was a baby, greetings to my mother's father and sister Sarah, "Fatimah


After reading the letter, Rahman seemed helplessly crushed, he cried out to Fatimah. Rahman quickly checked Fatimah's room, and it was true that Fatimah's clothes and belongings were no longer in the closet. Rahman then checked the entire room in the house hoping Fatimah would hide in one of the rooms and joke with him.


When he checked the dining room, he saw the fried rice that had been served at the dining table. Next to the fried rice was a small paper, which read, "Don't forget breakfast Every morning, even though this is my last breakfast made for you,"


Reading it Rahman immediately cried mentioning the name Fatimah, not spoiled but that is the effect of the pain of loss.