
Not long after Aslan left, Yuli invited her husband Iwan and daughter-in-law Maya to come home.
During the journey they were silent, busy in their minds.
"Umi, forgive my words earlier," said Maya as she took Yuli's hand and held it tightly. Maya and Yuli sit in the back, while Iwan sits at the wheel.
Yuli just fell silent and turned to the daughter-in-law.
"Tika mbak said, we should now pray for Kiran instead of ..." Maya fell silent, giving a pause as if asking Yuli to continue her speech.
But instead of replying, Yuli instead heaved her breath heavily.
Iwan who listened also felt uncomfortable with this situation.
"May, stop talking about Kiran with the man as if they have a relationship. If your guess is wrong, it's a slander. It is better to pray Kiran to wake up and recover, after that you can ask her anything" said Iwan in a firm voice.
He really does not want Maya to make his wife think that is not-nothing and even add to the burden of the mind.
Maya flinches, but tries to stay afloat. If not now I don't know when else he has a chance to get rid of Kiran.
"Sorry Abi, but it's not without reason why I'm talking like that" Maya explained in a trembling voice.
Although there is a turmoil in his heart that opposes this action, but he still has to continue, for the future of his children and his household in the future.
"Before Kiran left the house first, I had heard her call friendly with the man, I heard clearly she called the name of the Alfath and not the Aslan mas," maya said with one breath.
"I wanted to tell you this a long time ago, but I didn't have enough courage. Looks like that man is the reason why Kiran decided to get out of the main house" explained Maya lying.
Yuli and Iwan gamang, the explanation of Maya is so reasonable in their minds. Anyway there's no way Maya lied, thought they were both compact.
Seeing the look on Yuli's face that seemed so disappointed, Maya was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
"I wanted to say this to Aslan, but I'm afraid Aslan doesn't trust me. Because I see Aslan mas so loving mother Kiran," said Maya again with a soft voice.
"I not only feel guilty for Aslan, but for Umi and Abi as well, because I chose a second wife for Aslan's mas." One drop of Maya's tears fell, even her words sounded so bitter.
"Honey, it's all happening. If it's like this all we can do is fix it and not just regret it," said Yuli who finally opened her voice, pity to see Maya who was so miserable to keep the secret of the honey.
While Iwan was only silent, because everything still seemed so gray.
Yuli then pulled Maya to be held tightly, mingle gives peace.
"I beg Umi, help me talk about this to Aslan. If Umi speaks for sure she will listen," Maya said with a sigh of excitement.
Yuli who had full trust in Maya immediately nodded steadily. He was disappointed in Kiran. All this time he had loved her so much, but it turned out that Kiran had stabbed him in the back.
Betraying her child even to the point of having a fetus from another man.
Yuli was not only disappointed, she was also so angry.
"Calm down, son, Umi will solve this problem" Yuli replied loudly.
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At the police station.
Aslan and Dinda split up in front of the police station. Both have forgiven each other for what happened to their wives and husbands.
And Aslan agreed to that.
Now, Aslan was already in the car, driving towards the hospital again.
It didn't take long, Aslan finally arrived at the hospital. In a hurry he walked into the wife's room. From a distance he could see Fahmi and Tika sitting in the waiting chair of the room.
Kiran is not allowed to be visited, only 1 person is allowed to stand guard in the room.
"Mas," said Aslan when he stood before Fahmi and Tika.
Fahmi looked up, when he saw what came was Aslan he immediately got up.
"Hows it? what did the investigator say? why would Kiran be with Alfath?" fahmi asked with a burning curiosity.
Aslan told all the stories, even showing some photos of CCTV footage that captured the car before the accident.
In the photo, Kiran, who opened the car door at a red light, was about to get out. But locked up, maybe Alfath held his hand.
The door kept open as long as it was caught by CCTV until the accident occurred. Kiran was found far from the existence of the car, allegedly Kiran first jumped when the car hit another car.
"O Allah," said Tika, she shut her mouth, holding back the cry from breaking.
While Fahmi clenched his hands strongly, the enormous anger he was directing at Alfath.
"Bad" Fahmi said.
"Mas, I know Alfath was wrong, even because he was me and Kiran until we lost our baby. But he is in a coma right now. So_"
"So what? you want me to put all this together? uh huh? nay! I'll sue Alfath until he's in jail, even if I don't care about his circumstances!" Fahmi's snapping cuts Aslan's speech.
"You do not love Kiran, for it is easy for you to speak. Besides Maya's pregnant, it doesn't matter if Kiran's child is born or not, right?" he asked in a cold voice, his irritation to Maya he spilled on Aslan.
"Mas" said Tika, she held her husband's arm to be patient.
"You and your family are the same, you are wasting my sister," sissed Fahmi, unknowingly the clear water flowing in the corner of his eyes, lamenting the fate of his poor sister.
Hearing his family called, Aslan began to realize that Maya and her parents were no longer there.
"I'm sorry Mas, I can't show my love to Kiran. But trust me, I love Kiran very much. Mas doesn't know the pain of my heart," Aslan replied in a trembling voice.
"I don't even know if Kiran is pregnant, she's too independent, without whining she checked her womb by herself. It may be Kiran who does not love me Mas, but I love her very much" he continued with red eyes holding back cries and hoarseness.
"Already, we don't argue," Tika mediated with a whim.
"Come in, accompany your wife" Tika said again, her hands wiping away the tears on her face violently, trying to toughen up.
Fahmi flinched, in his heart he continued to be privileged.
While Aslan nodded, after saying goodbye he then entered the wife's room.
From the door he saw Kiran who was still like that.
Unconscious.