Cousin, Make Me Your Wife
The Hugs of Umma Yuna

The rain in summer always reminds me of unrequited love.

It hurts!

Maybe, that's what it deserves. But believe me, the feeling or pain is felt only for a moment.

For a moment I remembered you.

For a moment I loved you.

And for a moment I missed you. 

It's okay I can't touch you when these eyes are awake. But I assure you, when I fall asleep nothing will prevent me from running into your arms.

Just as the rain of summer was present to cool the earth, so was I who could not prevent your presence in my heart, there is no need to avoid me like a tree that is never afraid of the raindrops that wet it.

Pure love. Holy love.

Just like the rain in summer, I just want to be your cool.

Fused together in your memory, and went hand in hand like a weightless raindrop.

Alkea entered the main door while echoing her gulana, in the heart. Only in the heart.

Today he felt numb, he had eyes but could not stare at anything, because the only thing in his sight was Hasan. He had a heart, but his heart only felt sorrow. The day he went through felt like suffering in seven lives. The figure that he usually knew cheerful and friendly to him now changed completely, like a cloud that hung high and was no longer affordable. The warmth he had once felt now ceased to exist, as if he were a friend of Alkea.

Is love really that sad? Inner crying was all he could feel for now, just for now. Because the future nobody knows. Let the Power rule everything.

Alkea stared intently at the floor, hoping to find Hasan's face there. In vain, everything is just useless because no matter how hard he looks for the figure, then as powerful as that figure will avoid it for the reason there is no love.

"Darling, are you back?"

Alkea stopped her footsteps, her eyes that had been staring at the floor now began to stare at a point, the owner of the voice that she had missed so much. Umma Yuna's.

"Mom!" Alkea's tears spilled again, he did not care for Hasan who looked at him with a look of wonder. After all, the man always ignored her, then what difference would it make if she cried like a child at a time like this? Of course it would not make any difference, because for Hasan there is only one woman, the hair of a young man who is often said Lala.

"Why is Umma coming now? Hixes. Hicks." Alkea hugged Umma Yuna with tears, eyes that had been sembap increasingly swollen.

"I miss Umma so much, please don't leave me." Alkea again. He was getting his embrace. Understandably, Alkea had been separated from Umma Yuna for four months.

"Did Baba's daughter just miss her Umma? Hem, Baba's disappointed." Baba Zain standing next to Abbi Shawn. The middle-aged man looked disappointed, of course it was just pretend.

"How could Baba think like that?I always miss Umma and Baba in every pull and breath!" The great-grandson of Alkea, he released his embrace of Umm Yuna then hugged Baba Zain lovingly. Finally, the longing he had been yearning for so many months paid off in just a matter of seconds.

Oh Lord, have pity on my daughter! What would happen if he knew the news I brought would shake his heart? It's too heavy. Umm Yuna stroked the top of Alkea's head which was currently hugging Baba Zain.

"Why didn't Umma and Baba tell me you were coming? Wasn't I always here? I can pick up Umma and Baba and leave everything." Alkea began to babble, as far as others knew, Umma Yuna and Baba Zain had always been the top priority of Alkea.

"Where have you been, son? Umma tried to contact you many times." Umm Yuna stroked the back of her precious daughter. No more sobs of longing for Alkea.

"Ke, sorry, Umma! It was on campus..." Alkea let go of her embrace earlier Baba Zain's body, took a deep breath then slowly exhaled it from her lips. Lying, that is what Alkea thought that Umma Yuna and Baba Zain did not know that he was heartbroken.

"Umma will know Umma's daughter is the best student among thousands of people who exist, inevitably this Umma princess must be immersed in a sea of knowledge." Alkea greatt without load.

No matter how much Alkea tried to hide his pain, I still could read his daughter's grief through the radiance of his eyes.

O Lord, have mercy on my daughter. Don't make her cry as hard as the life she's going to live. I hope this hug will be able to reduce her pain because of love.

Hasan... son, what did you do to my daughter? Why does he look this fragile? Umm Yuna muttered in her heart as she hugged her precious daughter, Fatimah Az-zahra Alkea Nisa De Lucca.

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