My best friend, Maduku
Attention Affin

Fyzha's sleep was slightly disturbed by the noises coming from outside the room which turned out to be on Affin's desk.

Fyzha sat down while listening to their conversation which made her curious. Fyzha slightly looked at the opening of the door of the room that was opened slightly and he saw that Affin was also two strangers having a serious conversation.

All of their conversations were heard by Fyzha, without exception. Fyzha's heart is disturbed by the old woman's request, who asks Affin to look after a girl named Nadia.

Did he not think before if the man he entrusted was a married man ?. Whatever the reason he shouldn't have said that, right ?. He could have taken Nadia along with him to move in, or maybe had someone else. Strange indeed !. That was the chain of words lodged in Fyzha's head.

But Fyzha was also happy because Affin did not immediately agree and chose to negotiate first with his wife, who was none other than himself. And Affin's words seemed to make the old woman unhappy but she could do nothing.

Affin is not a person who often takes decisions without thinking first, that is what Fyzha knows from the figure of the man who has become her husband.

Fyzha returned to the top of the bed after seeing Affin's two guests come out again.

Fyzha again looked at the frame of her wedding photo with Affin. If at home he is used to it but here, it feels like there is something new that Fyzha feels when he sees two smiling faces forced in the picture. And it was only Fyzha himself and his Lord who knew.

The sound of the door opening made Fyzha turn her head.

"I thought you were home ?." Affin asked as he approached and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Fyzha slightly shifted her body to avoid getting too close to Affin. "Say for a minute but it's more than an hour." Fyzha spoke without looking at it.

Affin looked at Fyzha's face with a guilty look. She had expected him that Fyzha must be angry.

"I'm sorry, there's too many patients to handle." His sincere speech still looked at Fyzha's face.

"Hm. Yeah, let's go home, it's late." Fyzha got up from his seat.

Seeing Fyzha's movements, Affin immediately pulled Fyzha's hand in one fell swoop and ended Fyzha's laps.

Fyzha immediately rebelled wanting to rise again but Affin instead held him back. "Fin, what the hell?!, Lepasin not ?." Flick Fyzha with his fierce gaze.

Affin was just indifferent and relaxed still hugging tightly around his wife's waist. "Did you hear everything ?." Affin asked Fyzha's gaze back.

Fyzha was silent then nodded. Now his gaze had turned not as sharp as before.

"Then do you allow it ?." Ask Affin.

"You asked for my opinion ?." Fyzha asked back.

Affin nodded. "Of course, because you're my wife."

"But, our relationship..."

"I know, I just don't want you to misunderstand, I don't care about our relationship like this, I just want to put my real position as a husband." Affin's eyes looked very deep.

At once Fyzha was like being bewitched by Affin's eyes, especially at his words.

"What does a woman named Nadia look like ?."

"She's a girl, she's twenty-one."

Fyzha was speechless with a blank look watching himself who was still in a sitting position on Affin's lap. If they are a normal couple, maybe a position like this is a very romantic thing.

"If I'm honest, I don't want to let you." Fyzha said the answer.

"Reason ?."

Fyzha looked down even more and his legs were swinging like a happy little boy sitting on his father's lap while playing his legs. "Of course."

"You're jealous ?." Affin's eyes became more clingy, making Fyzha start to misbehave.

"Fa... Take off her hand, I'm going down." Instead of answering, Fyzha switched the conversation.

"Jawab I'll let go."

Affin pulled the corners of his lips and looked like a big smile. "Fy, do you want to start from the beginning?, we're living this household properly."

"I'm not sure yet, Fin."

"What makes you not sure yet?, Do you have someone in your heart ?."

Fyzha neither denied nor assented.

Affin began to understand, if Fyzha had something in her heart. Affin began to loosen his arms around Fyzha's waist.

Fyzha was a little stunned as suddenly Affin instantly let go of his hand. Fyzha looked at Affin's face with guilt. "Fin, sorry."

Affin smiled even though in his eyes there was a deep disappointment. "It's okay, you have the right to put anyone in your heart. I won't ban it."

Fyzha felt more guilty. He came down from Affin's lap and sat down beside him. "I can't forget him yet, he's the first person who managed to intrude on my heart, even though I can only end up harboring it myself." Like earlier, Fyzha's legs were dangling downwards in a swing like a child.

"I won't ban you."

"But you're my husband."

"I'm your husband, but I can't force you. So, just go with it properly, as always." Affin smiled as if he was doing fine even though his heart was disappointed.

The story of Affin and Fyzha has little in common. They love someone who belongs to someone else. Their love is equally not up to desire, and ends only as wishful thinking.

Affin is desperate for love until he ends up committing sin with Fyzha. Likewise with Fyzha who after a breakup made it look like he lost his way and did the stupidest thing in his life with Affin. But neither of them knew about this, for they chose silence.

"We'd better get home, it's late." Affin stood ready to come out.

Fyzha stood up and they walked side by side out of the room. Neither of them made a sound, even when they were greeted by some hospital officials, they just responded with a nod of their head and smiled.

On the way in the car was the same, they only remained silent throughout the journey until they reached home.

Fyzha immediately entered the room and Affin threw his body on the TV room sofa.

Before long, Fyzha came back out and headed straight for the kitchen. It was his habit to always cook himself to eat both of them. It was not that at home there were no servants, only that, Fyzha himself asked to be released by Affin so that he could cook his own food because it was also an activity that he liked.

From the television room, Affin watched every movement of Fyzha while cooking while assisted by two chefs in his home.

During this month, Affin was often secretly watching Fyzha who was cooking, and he was also pleased by the taste of Fyzha cuisine that was very suitable on his tongue, he said, made him not want to eat any more outside cooking.

The longer Fyzha watches, the more uncomfortable Affin becomes. Affin immediately stood up and entered the kitchen room to see Fyzha up close.

Fyzha was a little taken aback by Affin's sudden arrival. But, he was also still confused how to behave after the incident at the hospital earlier.

Fyzha movement is very stiff because of groggy because Affin is there. Affin who realized it was calm-quiet even really like because judging Fyzha is his favorite activity.

Affin approached the stove on which there was a pot cooking vegetables. Affin looked at the contents and he was a little surprised to see the strange vegetable he had just seen for the first time.

"This is what, baby ?." Affin asked back at his absurd mode.

Ceshh

"Aww !!."

Affin immediately ran to meet his wife hearing her scream. Affin took Fyzha's injured finger from the knife down a spurt of tap water.

Fyzha grimaced in pain as his wounds were splashed with water. He stared fixedly at Affin's face which looked very worried.

"Why so reckless ?." Affin said while dressing the wound on Fyzha's finger with plaster.

Fyzha was silent. If he wanted to, he might say that it was Affin who suddenly called him affectionate again. They are currently in a cold war. Kan Fyzha was so shocked, that he accidentally sliced his own finger.

Seeing Fyzha who was just silent from earlier made Affin immediately stop his activities and instead turned to look at his wife's face.