99 Love for You
Season 3 - Part 09

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As Alvian had expected, Cecilia asked to meet at a sports park a place full of memories for them. When Alvian came, Cecilia was playing a basketball in her hand. No matter if he wears a long robe.

Cecil stopped when he saw Alvian had come. Cecil threw the basketball towards Alvian and alvian swiftly caught him.

Cecil set his breath and took the bottle of mineral water he had prepared. Alvian walked towards Cecil who was sitting down while chugging his drinking water.

"Your game's still good, Cil."

"No need to praise me."

"I heard you just came from abroad."

"Where do you know?"

"Rani told me."

Cecil did not answer again and took something from his bag.

"Can you explain this, Mum?" Cecil's eyes flushed red as he handed an envelope to Alvian.

Alvian received the envelope and opened it. A laboratory result from a clinic he recognized.

"Princess..." Alvian looked at Cecil after reading a piece of paper that had struck the Thania clinic.

"Why didn't you ever tell me, Mom? Why?" Cecil could no longer hold back his tears.

Cecil was angry, disappointed, and sad to find the fact that he could not get pregnant again. He cried and hit his chest that felt tight.

"Cecil, stop!" Alvian held Cecil's hand.

"Why, Mas? If you had told me in the past it wouldn't have hurt this much." now Cecil's beating Alvian's chest. Her tears just kept flowing without stopping.

"What should I tell my husband? What am I supposed to do? Tell me, Mum! Say it!"

Alvian could not bear to see Cecil who was so sad after knowing the truth. Alvian took Cecil into his arms. From earlier he did want to hug Cecil, but he paled because he knew their status now. But as Cecil continued to cry, Alvian became pityed and did what his heart said.

Alvian clenched tightly to Cecil's body which shook violently because of his sobs and stroked his back.

"Crying, Cecil... Cry if it makes you calm."

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Cecil arrived at his house in shaky steps. He met Bi Idah and asked her to cook dinner for Rangga. Cecil immediately went up to his room and cleaned himself up, then lay down on the bed.

His passion for life was gone after learning the harsh reality of his condition. He cried again when he remembered what Alvian had said to him earlier.

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"I'm sorry I didn't tell you all this time. I purposely hid it from you because Thania also agreed to it. I should have told you when you were ready. But... Problems came repeatedly to our households at that time. I wouldn't have the heart to hurt you, Cil."

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"After giving birth to Tasya, you will not be able to get pregnant again because your condition does not allow you to get pregnant. Do you think I can say that, Cil? I will not be able to see your sorrow. Even earlier, I apologize for hugging you. I just want to be a sharing friend for you. You can count on me if you want to find a storyteller."

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Cecilia closed her eyes and tried to enter the dreamland. He hoped that what he experienced today was just a nightmare and that tomorrow would all be back to the way it was.

However, humans will never be able to change the destiny that has been outlined. Cecilia had to accept all the flaws in her.

But what about Rangga? Can Rangga accept Cecil's condition?

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I woke up in the morning blind. I feel like I've had enough to fall asleep and want to get straight to the real world. Did I dream yesterday? Feels not. I wasn't dreaming.

It's all real. I've been convicted of not being able to have children. Then what should I do? Who should I complain to?

To God certainly. And after that? Will things change? Of course not.

I will continue to disappoint Rangga and his family. Also my mother who desperately wanted grandchildren from me and Rangga.

What am I supposed to do now? I am also still unable to say anything to Rangga. Can Rangga still accept me as his wife? will his love change when I find out I can't give him offspring.

I ended up staying in the cafe for a whole day. And so do the following days. I'll keep busying myself in the cafe to start forgetting everything.

Although tired of whacking my body, I don't care about that. The one I want. I want to forget everything. If only I could forget the memories, it would be easier for me.

That night, I intend to go home after struggling all day in the cafe. I don't usually turn on the radio in my car. But somehow, tonight I want to listen to the radio. Not a song of course. I'd rather listen to the murottal Qur'an in the car. I feel calmer when I hear the holy verses of the Qur'an.

A radio frequency that I once got from Umi Isma whose broadcast contained tausiyah-tausiyah from the scholars, I searched for that frequency. Finally met too.

An ustadz is following. Either by chance or it was my destiny to hear it, the ustadz was explaining the hardness of my heart.

"There are a number of reasons why a husband may remarry or polygamy. One of them is because the wife is sick, prolonged or sick which is strengthened by the diagnosis of the doctor if the wife can not have offspring, then there is also bla bla bla bla bla bla..."

My soul feels like it's brimming. All the words of the ustadz were in my ears. It's hard to digest. But as a religious woman, I know what to do. Not just for myself, but for the survival of the great family descendants of both sides.

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