2 A WOUNDED HEART
Memory of the Past (Fadhil-Maya)

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Fadhil went into the house in a doldrums. Miss Maryam who was waiting for her son's return soon approached.

"How, Son?" ask the middle-aged woman.

"Didn't Mom tell Maya that to be Kei's mother, she had to marry me?" Fadhil stared flatly at the woman who had given birth to him. Instead of being upset, he was just disappointed and embarrassed by his proposal which Maya had rejected outright.

Miss Maryam bowed. "I'm sorry, son. I thought it would be better if you told Maya that directly."

Fadhil jerks a rough breath. "He rejected me, Mom."

After saying that, the man passed into the room.

Miss Maryam looked at the tender back of the child who slowly moved away. He did not expect that Maya would reject Fadhil's proposal. It was also his fault for not telling him about it before. Now I don't know what he should do. Though he had boasted to tell Kei if Maya would be his mother and live with them. What if the kid charges it tomorrow? The old woman became dizzy herself.

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Maya looked at the sleeping Linga beside her. For some reason every time he saw the baby, he remembered Radi. Lingga's father was Satria, not Radi.

"Why can't I forget you, Mom? Although you have rejected me many times, but this heart still wants you" he murmured with a grievous heart.

The woman rubbed the sweaty Lingga's forehead. "At the end of the day I still can't give you a father, son." Maya's tears are falling. He felt sorry for his son who could not live with Satria because his biological father was married to the woman of his choice and would have children. Maya also lamented that Radi could not be the father of Linga. The man remained as an uncle, even though Lingga called him father.

Suddenly Maya remembers the moment where Fadhil asked her to be Kei's mother as well as a wife for the man. Was he too arrogant to heartlessly reject the man's proposal. "Oh my God, what am I supposed to do?"

That night Maya's eyes were hard to shut. He was busy thinking about how his life and Lingga were going forward. Will they live alone forever? Doesn't she become the most selfish mother if she never presents the figure of Father to Lingga because she is too obsessed with men who don't want it.

"Lingga, baby. What do you have to do, son?"

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Elsewhere, Fadhil also cannot sleep. Tonight he was so agitated that his eyes could not be closed. He slowly got up from his lie down, then walked outside to the princess's room.

Fadhil walked over and climbed onto Kei's sizable bed. He fixed the location of his daughter's already irregular blankets.

"Kei, I'm sorry papa. After disappointing you for so long, now you must feel disappointed again. Your pretty aunt refused papa, son. She can't be your mother." Kei's hair covered his face.

Seeing Kei's face, Fadhil reminded his late wife. "Alya, maybe you'll be mad at me for making your daughter sad." he murmured.

Fadhil's eyes glanced at a picture figura standing on the nightstand. It was a picture of her marriage to Kei's mother, whose name was Alya. There his face looks very annoying, there is no smile like other happy couples. Kei once scolded her for not smiling while taking pictures with her mother at the time. Almost all of the photos that were shared with Kei's mother, Fadhil, never smiled. Always show a flat and cold face. It was only fitting that her daughter was so angry.

Alya, she is a very innocent sweet girl. He grew up in an orphanage in their town. The girl's kindness, hospitality and courtesy have made Miss Maryam and her husband, who is a regular donor to the home, fall in love, and decide to match the girl to Fadhil. At first Fadhil refused to marry Alya because he still could not move on from his first woman, but with all the coercion of his parents, Fadhil finally resigned and complied.

In the first month of their marriage, Fadhil did not consider the presence of his wife, Alya at all. He still can not forget the woman of his past, to the point of ignoring the rights and obligations that should be obtained by Alya. Miss Maryam who realized that could only strengthen her daughter-in-law so as not to give up. He also did not forget to advise the son to change and began to accept Alya as his wife.

In the fourth month, Fadhil who accidentally saw Alya out of the bathroom just by using a towel wrapped around the body to the extent of the thigh, can no longer resist the desire of his manhood. That night they had a real husband and wife relationship. Since then, Fadhil feels like his wife's body is like an opium, he often asks Alya to serve him. And as a good wife, Alya complied with all her husband's requests. Slowly, the relationship between a couple warms, Fadhil's cold attitude begins to melt. It can happen because Alya is a good wife, obedient, understanding and very sincere so Fadhil feels comfortable.

Two months later, Alya was declared pregnant. All family members are happy to hear it, not least Fadhil. Soon he will be a father, and it feels impatient to wait for the birth of their baby. Before this, Fadhil had also felt the same way, but it did not last long.

Since Alya's pregnancy, Fadhil has become increasingly protective. Slowly the love for his wife grew in his heart. They went through the pregnancy happily. One day, Maryam screams when she finds Alya falling in the bathroom with a pool of blood soaking on the floor.

Fadhil went straight to the hospital as soon as news of Alya's fall. The man's life seemed to be forcibly removed from the body when doctors declared Alya critical because of heavy bleeding. His wife had successfully delivered a baby girl, very beautiful, her face a blend of Alya and Fadhil. The man named his daughter Keinarra Asyakina Alfarendra.

Only last night to survive, the next day Fadhil must grieve because Alya chose to give up on his condition. The man was completely devastated until four and a half years passed, he did not seek a replacement for the late wife.

"Alya. I miss you so much" said Fadhil. It did not feel that his face was flooded with tears when he had to remember his painful past.

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