After Wedding (Panji And Echa)
CHAPTER 52

Ayla and Fadlan were standing in front of the door. Of course, meet the mother who has been languishing there for a week. He was told that his mother was in prison for trying to frame Afan. Ayla believes it was the actions of Mr. Cahyadi who did not like his family.

"Ay, I'm out first. You guys talk." said Fadlan as he left Ayla sitting in a chair.

"Son" said Ms. Ismi.

Both the mother and the child hugged each other. The crying did not escape the two.

"Why is it like this? What did they do to Mom?" ayla's voice sobbing.

"I'm sorry, son."

"Mom why apologize? did they threaten mom?"

Ayla seems to hate them.

Ayla is still convinced that her mother is under threat from Mr. Cahyadi.

"I'm sorry, son. It was my mother who did all this. But my target wasn't Afan, it was Fadlan. I was hoping that if Fadlan did something nice to another orphanage kid he'd be kicked out of the parlor. He won't disturb your relationship and Afan."

Ayla shock. It turns out that the real culprit is the mother. His head was embarrassed. Yes, he was ashamed of the Afan family, ashamed of the people in the orphanage. Ayla did not expect that her mother would get that far.

"What's wrong Fadlan, ma'am?" Isak Ayla heard Ismi's confession.

"Fadlan is in love with you, Ay. He's good as you want him. He is not sincere. You forget when you should be able to take S2 in Jakarta. Even your father used that S2 fee for Fadlan's school. Though you're his biological son, but he's concerned about his adopted son. Which either seedlings bebet weights we do not know. I'm doing this for your future, son. Afan is the son of a rich man. We know his parents. You are supported by her mother. Less is more, Ay."

"But I saw it, right? Even Afan's brother got hit. I think after the incident Mr. Bahar mother can learn to take wisdom. But it turns out I was wrong. Mother was wrong. Mom used the dowry from Bu Cahyadi to buy jewelry. Then owe the same Mr. Bahar. Why, Mom! why is mom evil at all I'm your own son."

"I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry, mother." Ismi was embarrassed.

Ayla left the field where Ismi is currently residing. On the front porch of the police station he landed his body. Choose to sit near the police post. He gave off all the feelings he felt.

"Ay," the greeting didn't make him flinch.

"Fadlan, I'm sorry my mother. I'm sorry my mother." Ayla was already in Fadlan's arms.

"I already know. When I woke up during the morning prayer I met my mother. He suddenly said hello and said he had made a special drink. Then some say Afan drank tea from mom." explained Fadlan.

"What do I do, Fad?"

"Follow your heart, Ay. If indeed you want to forgive Afan coming to the field. Love the real explanation. Even so, he will not just be free. At least his sentence was commuted. From 10 years to five or maybe six years."

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can forgive Brother Afan. It hurts to remember how he did it."

"I get it, Ay. Your mental system has just taken the next step. Don't forget to pray to the one above."

"I'm dirty, Fadlan. I don't think God will grant my prayers." - Ayla.

"certain. Allah is merciful and merciful. He will forgive all the sins of his people. As long as we stay close to the almighty." Fadlan flicked Ayla's nose.

"Thank you, Fad. You are the best friend and brother I have right now. You're always there for me when I'm sad or happy."

"Together, Ay. I'm glad I have a sister like you. Because my late brother. Even though we're only one year adrift." Fadlan scrambled the headscarf Ayla was wearing.

The atmosphere in the city of Malioboro is not too crowded this afternoon. Usually several vehicles crowded the heart of the city of the gudeg. After leaving Ayla to buy food Fadlan returned to where Ayla was. His footsteps stopped looking at the girl sitting blankly. Daydreaming? Or still bemoaning. Fadlan took a deep breath.

"Are you still thinking about Afan, Ay? If only you could see something other than Afan." Fadlan took a slow step because he did not want to disturb Ayla. Even she sat there, the girl did not notice. Fadlan also threw a glance at the street right in front of him. Still have gratitude for being given time to live. I am thankful that I have become a doctor.

"Mother, father, Mas Fadli. Thank God I am now a doctor. Thanks to your prayers up there. Forgive Fadlan who hitherto did not know where you were eating. Wherever it is, I'm sure you're looking at me up there." Fadlan wiped away her tears. He flinched as a soft hand wiped his face. A smile full of shade troubled the young man's heart.

"Cowok kok cengeng." soft voice but sounding poignant.

"Cowok is human too, Ay." Fadlan took a handkerchief from Ayla's hand.

"Yes too, yeah. Mother is also a human being who does not escape error. But I'm so tired, tired of reminding mom that everything can't be seen with treasure. Tired of being a victim of all mother's will."

"Never get tired of spreading kindness, Ay. If you don't remind me who else. I'm still trying to make mom accept her as her son. Just like Father Yatmo did to me."

"We're home, yuk?" invite Ayla to sound hoarse.

"Did you cry for as long as I stayed, Ay?" ask Fadlan.

"No. Why weep for what has happened. Why do I lament that has become porridge. But I still didn't expect Afan's mother and sister to be like that. But I'm ...." Ayla took a deep breath. "I want to move out of the home. If it's still there it hurts a lot."

"Well, if you want to move to my contract." Fadlan bargained.

"Where maybe we're not...." Ayla had not finished her words. Fadlan interrupted first. "Well, you moved there as my wife. Are you ready?"

Ayla was listening to Fadlan. It was unthinkable at a time like Fadlan to ask her to get married.

"Sorry" said Fadlan. Both are still very close positions.

"If you speak like this out of pity for me. I'm sorry I can't."

"Honestly, I loved you a long time ago. Even though I know there's Afan in your heart. Even though Miss Ismi prefers Afan to me."

The atmosphere was getting tense between the two. There was a small laugh to break the silence.

"Do you believe? very tense, Buk." A bogem about the right shoulder. Fadlan pretended to grimace.

They compactly let out a laugh, Ayla tried to release the burden squeezing in the chest. As for Fadlan he tries honestly to propose to the girl, but he hastily breaks it. The moment is not right. It will never be right.

...****...

"I'm not getting out of here!" afan said firmly when Mr. Cahyadi's lawyer came to the prison.

"You don't complicate my work mas Afan. I have proof that you are also trapped by someone else. Ms. Ismi and her son teamed up to destroy your family's good name. Trust me" said the lawyer.

"I've seen the cctv, sir.Proven that the mistake was on me. Although I was quite surprised why I could do that to Ayla, to the woman I love so much. And if I go out for free too. My image is bad. And Ayla must hate me so much." Afan relaxes the legs.

The man went away from even leaving Afan's room. Afan stared at the lawyer's departure with nanar. The ruins of his heart were also broken, by his own deeds.

"I'm sorry, Ay. I'm sorry!" Afan put the nape of his neck in the fold of his hand on the table. Didn't expect it to end like this.