Assalamualaikum Ustadz Ku
35. Kesya and Andika in Indonesia
Pov Kesya's
Today, Mas Dika and Adrian, my son, visited Indonesia. We got a call from the investigators to testify about the accident a few years ago that happened to me and also Mas Ilham.
The accident that made me and Mas Ilham separated, until our wedding plans were also canceled. No less important, I also lost my scholarship to Egypt because of the accident.
I wonder who is so desperate to harm me and Mas Ilham. As I recall, neither I nor Mas Ilham ever had any enemies. We always try to live well and do not like to look for problems.
The private plane of Abimana Group has landed, I see Mas Rashid, Brother Zahra and Mamahku are waiting for our arrival. I miss them so much. I can't wait for my heart to meet them.
Throughout the Dubai-Indonesia journey, Mas Dika and I just kept quiet. Dika tried to talk to me, but I ignored him. It still hurts my heart, when I think back to the affair he had with his ex-lover. I'm more focused on taking care of Adrian, my beloved son. To distract my sick feelings.
"Assalamualaikum, everyone!" I hugged them one by one. Once upon a time after two years of separation from them.
"Greetings, baby!" mama said while hugging and kissing me. Mamah immediately took Adrian in his arms and kissed my son who was handsome.
Rashid looked teary-eyed. I know, Mas Rashid was the hardest hit with my marriage and Mas Dika. However, Mas Rashid's relationship with Mas Ilham was very close. Mas Rashid must have been hit mentally because of the actions of the Mas Dika family who kidnapped us and our family to force our marriage. I feel bad for my brother.
"Assalamualaikum, my dear brother!" Rashid hugged me very tightly. Her tears were crying so hard, I was crying too. It was sad to see my brother who used to be so handsome, now thin and his eyes sunken. Brother Zahra said, Mas Rashid always cried and prayed for forgiveness to God because he was married to Me and Mas Dika. My good brother feels guilty to Mas Ilham and his family.
"I'm fine, Mom! Do not torture yourself because of Kesya's marriage. Hik hik hik!" my tears broke, deeply saddened by Mas Rashid's miserable state.
"Mas happy if you're happy. I just feel guilty about Mr. Kiai Maulana's family. He got sick because your marriage was canceled." The sound of Mas Rashid's cry grew even more heart-wrenching.
Dika who heard our conversation was silent. He must have understood that we were sad because of his actions. Who forced me to marry me. The way that he and his family did was extreme and gave a sense of trauma to my brother, Mas Rashid. He and Mas Ilham were good friends.
"Later to visit Mr. Kiai, please forgive him" I said grudgingly, patting him on the back, giving him strength.
"Nephew, Om Rashid. How handsome you are, baby!" Mas Rashid hugged Adrian with anxiety. That day Mas Rashid also brought his son named Qonita Althafunisa. My niece is so beautiful, as pretty as her Mom.
I held Qonita and Mas Rashid held Adrian. When I saw more silence. Maybe it feels bad for us. For the sake of marrying me, she kidnapped us all. And forced Mas Rashid to marry us off.
After the meeting was over, we headed for Mas Rashid's car. It is parked a short distance from the international arrival terminal. We're very happy. When going to get into the car, at first glance I saw Mas Ilham who was standing not far from our car. There were tears in his eyes. I feel so sorry for the Sholeh man who once filled my heart with the color of love.
'May you live happily, Mas!' bathinku.
We went back to our family home. I planned to stay in Mas Rashid's apartment but Mamah forbade it, Mamah wanted us to live together in the family home.
"Darling, we haven't seen each other in a long time. After this, we do not know when we will meet again. Please Mamah, Mamah wants to spend time with Mamah's grandchildren." mamah has broken tears, haru is mixed with sadness.
"No, hon. I'll come with you to stay at Mamah's house." Dika mepet to me. Find her a chance once.
Because there are so many people, I let go of her behavior. Anyway I don't want the family to know our problem. Just let me know, I still have to keep my husband's honor in front of my family.
"Are you sure, Mum? It will be noisy to know, in my house many people. Dika dikan most anti with such noise." I said, actually gave a code so that he did not stay with us.
It must be very heavy, must be friendly in front of all the family, while my heart still hurts and bleeds. It's better if he lives in his apartment.
"It's okay, baby, Mas will be happier if we live with our wife and children." he wrote. But I finally gave up. There was no point in arguing with him either.
All I know is that my handsome husband has signed an agreement with Papah Farhan, that he will abandon his cheating. But I don't know if he's 100% doing that. During the Dubai-Indonesia trip, I saw that he did not touch his phone at all. He was more focused on looking out for me and painstakingly looking after Adrian, our only child.
When I got to our house, I started crying. In this house, I have many memories with Mas Ilham. In this house, we both planned our wedding happily.
Suddenly my heart was throbbing pain. When I was about to close the door of my house, I saw Mas Ilham staring softly at our house. My heart really tastes. He was now skinny and his face looked grim.
Though Mas Ilham who I know, the type of person who is ignorant and always happy face. My heart feels pinched. Has Mas Ilham not been able to give up our marriage plans that ran aground?
I wanted to call Mas Ilham actually, but I kept my husband's heart. He must be angry and hurt. If I ever meet Mas Ilham again. The reason Mas Dika followed me to Indonesia, to keep an eye on me from Mas Ilham.
I closed the door, then decided to tidy up the suitcase we were carrying in my room. Adrian is very happy to meet Grandma and also her cousin.
Adrian was instantly familiar with Qonita. Their age is only 1 year. Qonita took care of Adrian painstakingly. Qonita has no sister. Because Mas Rashid is more focused on santri than child production. Hehe.
I lay down on my bed. Tired after our long journey. Dika lay down beside me. He tried to hug me, but I tried to avoid.
"Come baby! How much longer will you avoid me? I miss you, baby!" My husband's eyes are already foggy. I know what it means, but my heart still hurts. It's not that easy to forget her betrayal with her ex-boyfriend. Still disgusted at it.
"I'm sorry, Mom! But Kesya's heart still hurts!" I intended to leave, but Mas Dika caught my hand first and took me back to bed. He immediately shuts me in his power.
For the first time, after the affair he had I caught a hand, that night he managed to vent his passion to me. I'm just resigned, however she is entitled to me. He's still my husband.
Tonight, I slept in his arms. Tears were breaking in my eyes. "Mas promise, will not repeat again dear! Please forgive me!" he said while kissing my head. I was so sad that I could only hide my tears in her arms.
'O Allah, may you always protect my household. For Adrian's sake, I have to hold on. He promised to try to be with me. Defend this household. Bless our efforts, Robb!'my prayers are in tears.