AL-THAR
#103. End (1)

Yuhuuuu .. sorry long time. 😅 I forgot to open old NT brp huh? this part has been around for a long time ... 😂

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"Are you serious?"

The man sighed as he always faced the question, after he asked another very important question.

"What do you want me to do to believe in me?"

Shelia sniffed her shoulders. She wore the thin hair of Fathia who was now sleeping soundly in her carrier.

It was not that he did not believe the man in front of him right now. He even believes that the soul mate is not going anywhere. After a brief courtship in the past, in fact, he is now reunited with Wira and with a sense that he almost never forgets. Really, Shelia is interested again with Wira who now looks more mature than a few years ago.

Again and again the man expressed his seriousness to build a household with her, with full acceptance of Shelia's bad good in the past.

It's just that, again it's really not that he doesn't trust the Hero. However, Shelia was afraid that all this was just a dream. After Bryan's departure which made him quite devastated, now how could suddenly there be a man who seriously accepts himself as well as the baby.

"For God's sake I'm serious about you, Shel. I am sincere with you, and God willing, I will love your child. Although I am not as sholeh as that ustadz, but I will try to be a good priest to you. For you guys."

Shelia was quite flabbergasted. Wira clearly knew of his closeness to Baihaqi this time around. It's just that the taste he once had for Ustadz Ubay really has passed. The sense of insecure towards yourself when side by side with men is what slowly erodes the feelings that exist. And that's when Wira is present to fill and complete what he needs as well as he wants.

"Allow me." The hero touched Shelia's free right hand. "Let me take responsibility for you and your son, Shel. God willing I am ready."

Shelia looked again at the eyes of the Hero to make sure. Is this decision the best or ....

A nod accompanied by a smile that Shelia gave in response. Along with the euphoria of the two, Shelia's phone suddenly rang.

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"Mrs ..."

"Patience, Mir ..."

"But this hurts, Ma .. Who said mules? It's not mules, it hurts."

"Rubber, that's what I said." Shelia, who is currently holding her daughter Fathia, has just arrived after her mother informed her of her sister's contractions. "We lied–"

"Heh," mama interrupted her eldest daughter. "Therefore if you want to give birth it's what he said mules."

"But not mules, Ma. More to the pain," protested Mira while holding her distended stomach.

"New also opening five, Mir,"

Now Mira mewek. "Where is Athar? When he doesn't want to come in a hurry? I want to give birth to her child. I've been through a terrible thing, but why did he take so long,"

"Gruesome thing?" ask the confused mom and worry. "What's so terrible?"

Mira gelagapan's. This is not the right time to tell about Ryo's death two hours ago. "Later yes, Ma, I told her later after the birth of Mama's second granddaughter first. Not in the mood yet. 'And it hurts my stomach so bad, Ma ...."

"But Mama was curious, Mir. What the hell happened? You're making Mama worry–"

"Aduhduhduhduh" moaned Mira when her contract came again. "Sick, Ma .. This oath is very sick. Get Bang Athar here, Ma ..."

"Yes patient, kali. Athar from Jakarta said Roy, "Shelia said. "Lo want brojol really good. The feeling of that time I was calm."

Mira knows that her husband is in Jakarta. But Mira doesn't care. She wanted to find her husband soon to give birth. Today is too exhausting for the soul. He was afraid of not being able to survive to give birth normally after experiencing the great shock earlier.

He rubbed his tears which suddenly melted uncontrollably. Seeing that, the mama reflexively rubbed her head after previously helping her rub her waist.

"Patience, Mir ... Athar must be here soon."

"Yes, don't be whiny, don't be a prankster" Shelia added.

The worry that Mira could not bear about Athar who was far away there. Because Mira knows what kind of situation is being faced by her husband. Then he could not prevent when various bad thoughts approached him.

What if something happens to Athar? What if she also felt like her sister, giving birth without a husband? How could he be a single parent when he desperately needed Athar's presence as his life companion? What will he say to his son when he asks where his father is?

I swear, Mira's head feels dizzy with the mix of events that he experienced today. His heart felt chaotic, and his strength seemed to run out because his mind was full.

"Ma .. I'm tired ...."

"Mira, baby. You must be strong for the sake of your child .. endure yes, son ...."

The door to the room where Mira is now open. Someone who just entered but apparently even made Mira disappointed.

The Kirain Bang Athar

"So I wasn't expected to attend?" Ghani as usual, jutek. Especially after he saw the look on Mira's face when he came. But he doesn't care. Ghani immediately occupied a seat that was there.

"It was thought that the laki had a Doraemon door, it could jump right here from Jakarta. Let's say his brother-in-law has a private jet, but from Jakarta to here it seems not very recommended deh," said Shelia.

"Why not?" tanya Mira did not accept.

"Where should the jet be parked? The mountain?"

"We don't live in the mountains."

"But near the mountain."

"Ah bodo ah!"

"On the contrary, the Mimir wants the brojol to be noisy. Like a chicken to bertelor."

"Come, Shel! I'm getting noisier with your voice."

Sensi Mira, and the ignorant Shelia are now both silent to each other. Even Shelia had already moved baby Tia into the sling of Wira who had just joined after stopping by the hospital canteen to buy a drink.

"Tia's future father, mending take Tia out yes. Here the tantenya noisy want brojol," whispered Shelia in the ear of Wira. It made Wira unable to hide her happy smile, while walking out of the room.

"Suspect, woi!" mira exclaimed while stroking her waist that felt hot. "This is why it feels so hot on my waist, Ma?" ask her to the mother.

"If your boys are usually hot on the waist, Mir."

"Times?"

Mama nodded.

Door knocked. Everyone looked at someone who came back.

"Hello all–"

"Lo can't live without me? Why do I always take it everywhere?" ghani bursts at Kiara, as if she wants to swallow the chick alive.

"Well, that's you know. I can't live without you. Because you stole my heart. The intention is to make it so, but in fact I am here because I want to nengokin Kak Mira, not because of ngintilin lo," said Kiara no less ketus.

"Call down, aren't you? Your commotion makes me even more angry." Mira held back the contractions again. "Aduh duh, astaghfirullah .. pain ...."

"Udah deh, mending you two immediately married," said the mother to the couple's youngest son.

"Now, Ma?" Ghani did not accept.

"Yes, that must be. So you two can grow up."

Not finished the mama spoke, Ghani has gone to leave the room.

Mira sat for a moment while continuing to hold back the sense of contraction that was getting more and more routine. It's not much. Isn't it natural for a woman to experience all this? Apart from the fear of thinking about her husband's situation, Mira must also be grateful to still have Mama, Sheli, Ghani and even Kiara, to be near him in his toughest time.

How not, right now his mind is full instead of playing. Athar remains the top priority that fills his mind. Until it feels like she can no longer resist the desire to immediately be in the arms of her husband. But Mira must be patient. Doesn't take time from Jakarta to Bogor, although not too far away. It is enough to hope that Athar will surely come soon and accompany her delivery.

Then, what about Ryo's body now? Be where? Then how was Pram when he found her husband who had just married her for a week but instead left for eternity? Will Pram blame Mira? Seems like. Mira believes some problems will not go well if everyone knows the cause of Ryo's death. Namely, himself.

Geez, Ryo .. Why is this so?

A million times Mira lamented, so a million times she realized that time would never come back. Everything has gone according to the will of the creator. Death and soul mate have been established and no one will be able to resist it, right?!

Whatever happens next, he has to be ready to face it. Likes and sorrows come and go in the life of every human.

Survive ...

Then believe that there will be wisdom from every event.

Shortly after, after his contract had subsided for a moment, a doctor who had just examined him now smiled.

"Ready, Miss Mira?"

Reply smiling thinly with a slow nod, as well as tears that melted on the sidelines, Mira was determined to give birth to her child in all hopes of getting a lot of good news afterwards. Yes, he must be sure that Athar will arrive soon.

"Bismillah."

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Amidst his helplessness and weakness, there was a faint smile from Dennis's scarred lips. His eyes caught a shadowy figure in the distance that he understood very well of his actions. There should be nothing for him to worry about. Because if he had to end up in prison then he did not feel that it was a problem.

Another Dennis, another Athar who just got a whisper from one of his men about the sound of a loud gunshot a moment ago. His jaw stiffened and his head felt dizzy from holding back the emotion that was like lava coming from. With Roy's assurance that he has overcome everything, then he remains standing in his place while looking at Dennis sharply.

"Something must have happened .." Dennis' quiet voice that seemed to be holding back pain but remained irritating at the same time. Judging from the rigid facial expression of Athar, it is certainly very unfortunate to miss the provocation session against his former best friend. "Lo's not worried about–"

One of Athar's men kicked Dennis until he fell back. Surely it was an order from Athar's momentary glance at his man to give something to silence Dennis.

Athar wants to finish Dennis with his own hands now. However, the shadow of the wife who was pregnant was able to make her withstand all the revenge that was raging in her chest.

Then, his attention was immediately distracted by the presence of someone there. A woman holding a gun in her hand towards Athar. Not only that, around the girl was definitely a lot of weapons aimed at her. But because of strong determination, apparently the situation was not able to shake Belva who now looked angrily at Athar.

"Gue just shot Mira but missed. Ah ... not miss, my target was exactly right .. but apparently there was a hero of misfortune that blocked my shot."

Athar already knew that from his men. The look on her face that was made calm but cold actually made Belva even more upset.

"Why didn't Mira die, huh? Why is he always protecting? Why do you like girls like that?"

The heat is still able to hold Athar. He held the weapon tightly in his hand so as not to move to finish off the woman.

"The disease of envy lo quite terrible yes," said Athar cold. "Gue thinks you're just Cassandra's errand boy in doing bad things. But apparently, you're much worse than your friend. You are the real snake."

Belva smiled obliquely. "Now you know, Thar? All this time it was probably Cassandra who gave the order as if she was the one leading the evil deeds between us. But, actually he realized all the ideas I whispered to him all this time. Including my pathetic cousin. I was the one who gave way so that his hatred for Mira could be channeled well. How, I'm great, right?!"

Athar was no longer able to hold his hand to stay on his side. Now his weapon had been pointed at Belva with his deadly gaze.

Then it made Belva smile happily. His efforts to continue the provocation started by Dennis had apparently been successful.

"Lo don't wonder why I hate this same lo's wife?"

"Why?"

Again, Belva was pleased with the terrible reaction Athar gave. I don't know why.

"Belv .." That's Dennis's voice that wants to stop Belva from stirring up Athar's anger. He knows exactly how Athar got out of control. But unfortunately, his injuries that felt painful even made it difficult to talk more.

And unfortunately Belva didn't hear Dennis' voice. Or rather, he deliberately did not want to listen to anyone without exception in expressing what was on his mind all this time.

"Because he's too lucky–"

"Dear!"

"okay! I am envious. I admit it. I envy, hate, and dislike him getting all of you're attention. He's not worthy. She's just an ordinary girl who doesn't deserve much luck in her life. What's he doing until you guys of high quality have to fall over him? Does he have pellets? Hmh! The world isn't fair with her luck!"

"Why don't you think, about ... what has he been through in his life to arrive at this lucky point? An achievement that you find unfair. You never thought about what God had taken from him until he had life as it is now?"

Belva was quite jolted in her heart because of Athar's words just now. But he denied it.

"Gue doesn't care."

"Well, that's the difference between you and him. Concern he has. At that stage, it was already one reason why he was luckier than you, now."

Slowly but surely Athar's words were able to penetrate Belva's heart.

Athar shook his head slowly. "Thank me. How can a person's liver disease be able to turn a human into a demon like lo, Belv. God is fair. Those who do good will receive good reward, even if it takes a long time. Vice versa. Because karma will never be misaddressed."

The look of Belva now that was a little down shifted away from Athar. Even the weapon within his grasp slowly descended from the aim towards Athar earlier.

The number of people who had advised him so far had never been able to touch his heart. What does that mean at this point God gave him guidance?

No.

For a moment his weapon was back upright with his own head now raised. His sharp gaze had returned to how it was. Justice was not on his side. Want to regret all his actions so far it feels free. Because everything can never change.

Belva feels bad. Okay, if it's bad then what? There is no way to go back and fix it. Because his heart had been hurt too deeply.

"But I still have one justice to do."

Simultaneously, the sound of gunfire rang out ending his sentence. An end to one's life, of one whose heart is full of hatred.

Adios.

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