After Marriage
CHAPTER 60
Days passed, Alfath was discharged from the hospital, along with the return of Dinda and the baby. A baby boy named Akbar.
Fortunately, at that time Alfath himself persecuted Akbar, before Dinda asked.
Now this little family has gathered in their own home. Yesterday, 3 weeks they stayed at Dinda's parents' house.
Entering the room, Dinda was stunned in the doorway.
He saw the Alfath who loved Akbar so much, like his own biological son. They knew that Akbar was not the son of Alfath.
Sighing, Dinda approached the two.
"Mas, here's your coffee" Dinda said as she placed a hot cup of coffee on the nightstand.
With a smile, Alfath nodded and Dinda sat on the side of the bed. Noticing Alfath who was still stroking the baby in the bed, Akbar was still sleeping.
"Mas," called Dinda softly and Alfath looked straight at her.
Alfath then got up leaving the baby boxes and approached the wife.
"What's Din?" the question was gentle, something he had never done in all this time, before a coma.
Not immediately answering, Dinda squeezed both her hands feeling scared, anxious and nervous. The discomfort is mixed into one.
"Wouldn't Mas divorce me after Akbar is born?" dinda asked softly, and the tears were shed by themselves.
Clarifying the certainty of their household was something Dinda had to know immediately. Dinda does not want to feel happiness that is just pseudo.
Seeing Dinda cry, Alfath somehow felt his chest so tight. As if he had just realized, if all this time he had treated Dinda badly. The guilt that was so excruciating, he wanted to make up for it all. His heart is relieved.
"I'm sorry Din" replied Alfath after pulling Dinda into his arms.
Instead of easing, the sobbing of Dinda's cries became more clear.
"I'm sorry, forever I won't divorce you Din" said Alfath straightforwardly.
Hearing that, Dinda accelerated the husband's embrace. Look at Alfath and look for honesty in those eyes.
"Why? doesn't Mas still love Kiran so much? and Akbar is also not Mas's son," he asked softly between sobs.
"I still love Kiran, you know what I have to do with her" replied Alfath and Dinda only listening, despite being sick but that was the truth.
A long time ago, Alfath and Kiran loved each other, he was the one who was present between the two.
"But I realized one thing, after all that happened, God showed that Kiran was not my soul mate. Even now it feels like I can't afford to meet Kiran, especially if you remember in the accident that she lost her child" explained Alfath with a sad.
"And about Akbar, he did not sin Din and I was not a saint either" said Alfath, replying to Dinda's hand.
Alfath was self-conscious, and Dinda was not the first woman he touched. But this is the difference, if a woman is stained then she will leave a mark. But Men don't.
Hearing that, Dinda's heart was so relieved.
"So give me a chance to fix everything Din, stay by my side, with Akbar and our children later," Alfath ended his words by kissing Dinda's lips for a moment.
Smiling, Dinda nodded. Then the mixed hugging Alfath's body tightly.
Alhamdulilah, Dinda mind full of gratitude.
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After the cast was removed, Kiran underwent a week of physical therapy or physiotherapy. During the therapy, Yuli always accompanied, while Aslan was back busy with her work.
Kiran has now been declared fully healed. He could go back to walking as before.
Even at his home, now he does not live alone, there is a new domestic assistant working there, Desi's mother name.
Smiling, Kiran watched herself in the mirror reflection. In a moment, her husband will be home and she is preparing to welcome.
His face was fresh again, even now Kiran looks more contained. His stomach was already bulging like a glutton.
"Mom, Mr. Aslan's car is in front," said Desi, Kiran had already advised if her husband came immediately tell her.
"Yes Ma'am, thank you, yes" replied Kiran, enthusiastic she immediately came out, wanting to welcome the husband.
Walking with a roaring heart, especially when hearing the sound of the bell of the house clinking.
Kiran's smile grew even more, as she opened the door and Aslan stood there.
Not directly entering, Aslan was stunned where he stood.
Pay attention to the clingy, the appearance of the wife from the top of the head to the tip of the foot.
"Beautiful," praised Aslan briefly, but was able to turn Kiran's heart back.
"Very beautiful," praised Aslan again inexhaustibly.
Kiran, start wearing the hijab.