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...Believe the most painful thing when we come to a place filled with our memories with him. ...

...~Thunder Syakir Alhusyn...

...🌴🌴🌴...

Finally, the conversation between father and son stopped when Papa Haidar could not give any more explanation to his son. He had promised himself, to his wife, to hide the whereabouts of their son-in-law.

Tega is not. Staring at Syakir with pity. Papa Haidar tried to strengthen his heart. Actually the fate of his son now, the circumstances also make a father's heart was also hurt.

But back again. The wounds that Syakir got for his own actions. The wound that the man felt now was the result of his past actions.

Syakir got what he wanted. What he said, what he said has been granted everything. The man was completely freed from the marriage which he thought was very torturous inward. 

His wife and son are now far away. If Syakir was happy, then now. He fell into the pain hole. If he can choose, he doesn't want Humaira and her son to leave. If given the opportunity to turn the clock, Syakir will do it.

She just realized that Humai is a good woman. His wife was a holy woman loyal to him and the child conceived was his first son.

"Don't be sorry, son. It's all been happening. Ikhlaskan!" papa Haidar looked at his son. "With your new status. Learn from the past. Fix yourself!" 

Syakir took his breath so deep. He's nodding. What his father said was true. 

Want to cry over everything is also impossible to make things turn around. I want to regret it for nothing, everything has happened to him. 

"Never judge a person before we know him. Never judge people by their appearance. Approach him and see how he treats you. You can judge it!" 

...🌴🌴🌴...

Eventually for almost a week Syakir was treated. The man was allowed to go home. With great care, Papa Haidar never left his son in the least. He's been by Syakir's side all day.

The middle-aged man did all his work in the hospital with the help of his confidants. Even Syakir actually felt guilty towards his papa. 

Because of his mistake he had to see his aging father return to work. He feels guilty. As a first child, instead of being able to help but he became a burden on the family. 

Attentively, Papa Haidar finally pushed his son's wheelchair. The two began walking through the hospital hallway. However, whether the feeling of Syakir or not.

Many people who passed by and stood there looked at him hatefully. Some even blatantly said things that disturbed his hearing. 

"Look, that shameless guy. He's been fucking a woman but doesn't want responsibility." 

"Yes. He even insulted the woman he had already slept with with his spiciness." 

Syakir who can not stand the wheel of his wheelchair. Papa Haidar who saw him started to worry. Actually since then he had also heard but the middle-aged man pretended not to hear. 

"What are you talking about?" ask Syakir with his flat face.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, sir. You are from a respectable family but your behavior is no more like an animal!" a mother who seems to hate Syakir. 

"You fucked her and you insulted her too? You're the most despicable man in the world!" say the other mother.

They increasingly judge Syakir and make the man confused as well as in shock. Honestly Syakir does not know what is going on because indeed all access television never turned on and mobile phone, Syakir has not touched it at all.

"Pa. Give me the phone, Papa!" pinta Syakir for a moment both of them were in a quiet place.

"For what, Syakir?"

"Give it, Pa. Syakir borrow!" 

The man kept forcing. Finally Papa Haidar could not refuse. Maybe now is the right time his son knows everything that's going on out there.

The chaos that ensued put him in trouble. Until finally Syakir immediately stared in disbelief at what he saw in the media. 

All the contents of his social media are full of blasphemy. Even the photo continues to be shared and viral and makes it worse.

"Get me Papa's phone. Don't listen to them, son. Okay!" 

Syakir just shut up. The man still did not expect if anyone spread photos about the incident at that time. Then a video about him insulting Humaira. Everything seems clear there. 

"I'm sorry Syakir yes, Pa," he said as Papa Haidar finished helping him get into the car.

They're leaving the hospital today with Papa Haidar driving his own car. 

Papa Haidar turned his head when he heard his son's words. He looked at his son with a look of pity. His head nodded indicating he accepted Syakir's apology.

"Sorry Syakir has become a burden to the family. Sorry for Syakir, the family's good name has fallen" he said with a bow.

"Let's go home!" 

"Antar Syakir to the apartment, Pa," he asked Papa Haidar to look back for a moment.

"But you're sick, son. Let's go home!" 

Syakir. He still has shame on both his parents. Syakir feels guilty. Until Papa Haidar can't force his son anymore.

He drove his son to the apartment and also did not forget to ask one waiter at home to help him buy groceries for Syakir and take care of his son here.

"You sure you want to be alone?" asked Papa Haidar to Syakir who was leaning his back on the bed. 

"Yes, Pa. There's an aunt in the kitchen, isn't there?"

"Yes. He'll stay here until you recover. Auntie will cook you a meal." 

Syakir did not refuse. He knew his father would be disappointed if he refused the servant. Finally Syakir waved his hand at Papa Haidar.

The room was quiet and quiet again. Syakir stared at his room with sadness. 

"Finally back to sleep!" turn it slowly.

Syakir doesn't want to get sicker with his mind. He chose to get out of bed and walk towards the suitcase that had not been opened at all since his departure from Humaira's house. 

With a single pull, Syakir unzipped his suitcase. After that, he started to take out the entire contents so that it could be washed by the maids. 

However, as he was engrossed in taking out one by one those items. Suddenly an envelope fell and hit his leg.

"What's this?"

Syakir turned the envelope back. He seems to have forgotten what he was holding. Finally not wanting to be made curious, Syakir began to open it and take out the contents.

"It's…" 

Syakir was in disbelief. His heart seemed to stop beating as his eyes stared at a printed portrait in his hand. The very prints he knew what it was.

"My boy?" syakir said with teary eyes.

Reading the name of the usg owner was his wife, making Syakir spontaneously stare at the picture of his son there. 

A blurry ultrasound portrait but could be one of the things that cure his misses. Until Syakir again saw the contents and found a piece of mail.

Syakir opened it slowly until the graffiti in it began to look.

For my beloved sister.

Hello, Brother. Giska just wants to congratulate the prospective healthy older children, said the doctor. 

Portrait of this ultrasound photo is a sister's son with my best friend. 

Saucy, right? Very cute loh.

She grew up healthy and said her cheek doctor was puffed up and her nose was like a big sister's.

Hehe don't smile doang. Hugged dong photo ultrasound.

Can't see them again, can you, as you read this letter? 

Must I know everything? 

Just hug them if they miss them. Giska has Humai's photo in here, too. 

Spirit well. The spirit to save longs for every karma that comes.

Giska, your beloved sister

~Connected

Nangis yuk, huhuhu.

If this is not the same as Bang Syakir hua...

Starting tomorrow the update is back to normal well. 2 chapters per day. Replace the same Bang Jim who also want crazy updates next door.