Don't Call My Name
Acknowledging His guilt

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The woman named Umi Tatum was not confused to see her daughter crying. He already knew what had just happened between them because of the carelessness of his own son. Therefore, Umi Tatum just said, “Solve your problem. I don't want to interfere.”

After talking like that, he immediately left. Nor did they try to find out what they were going to talk about because they were too embarrassed, even though they only appeared in front of their ex-daughter-in-law. Remember, what has been done so far to achieve his ambitions.

“Rayyan has come here, Abi,” Umi Tatum reports to her husband who is traveling.

“Whose name is he coming?”

“Self.”

“Good. I'll be home soon,” Kyai Mohd Noor said before closing the call.

While in the living room, Hamidah was still crying in front of Rayyan so that it made the man confused and wondering for himself, what is actually the matter with Hamidah? Why is he the one crying? Isn't he the antagonist in this?

“Why are you crying?” tanya Ray inexhaustible, “I have not said anything.”

“I'm sorry ...” said Hamidah disela isak. “I just don't know how to express my jealousy after hearing you guys are happy. I didn't care at all at first, let alone intend to demean it. I don't know why, it all happened so. I admit I was stupid, I was so careless ..”

“Not directly, means you admit it. If the insinuation you uploaded is for us?” sahut Rayyan after Hamidah finished speaking.

Hamidah nodded slowly.

“That's bad for your finger, Hamidah. You made us ...” Ray let Hamidah find the answer for himself.

“Sorry. I'm just a normal human being who can't escape mistakes.”

“What motivated you to do it? Have we ever done anything bad to you? Explain!”

Hamidah did not answer.

Rayyan again showed the finger type that Hamidah made himself.

The Hijab is not for God, but for man. So that he is always liked, adored, and owned by someone he loves. You may. But in my eyes, it was all hypocrisy.

Or are both muna?

Sure four months is that big? Cancer or myoma?

Women have a lot of drama. It was so before, too. Perkerer.

We're fine if you never exist.

“Let me explain directly to you, Hamidah. So that you do not accuse. Zara hijab is not for me. He was hijab after getting his guidance. Precisely after he did Umrah,” he said in response to Hamidah's first status. “And it was long before we came back near.”

Hamidah.

“Zara is also not affected by cancer or myoma as you alleged. My wife is 4 months pregnant. If you are suspicious, why is it bigger than her age, because Zara is pregnant with twins.”

The deg! Hamidah surprised. His face was straight.

“Kak ...”

Rayyan interrupted, “I'll give you a chance to talk, but later after I'm done explaining everything. Please listen.”

“But, Brother, I-”

But Ray still does not care, “Three, you discussed the actor here. Zara I got married after we officially got divorced. Even after you have gone through the idah period. He is not an actor like you accuse because I married him in a state still sacred.”

“Last, this you have to understand well,” look Ray eyes sharpened meet eyeball in front of him, “I never pretend amnesia. I was in hospital, struggling for months so I could recover and my memory could come back. There are doctors and hospital diagnoses that can not be faked by anyone, because the threat is criminal. Just check if you still think I am.”

Ray sighed for a moment, “Now, I've remembered everything. Why I was in an accident, which was none other than the beginning of the problem caused by your stubbornness at that time who remained determined to leave. Qadarullah maybe our soul mate should have arrived here. After all, you decided to split up. So don't ever regret it. That's a shameful deed.”

“I just realized that I still love you so much,” said Hamidah as soon as Ray finished talking. “Can we be together again?”

“Nggak,” reject it immediately make Hamidah pale, “I've been very happy with Zara. I want to be a father to the woman I love so much. So nothing ever crossed my mind to remarry.”

“Ray!” hamidah exclaimed increasingly hot to hear Rayyan increasingly praise his wife.

“You never gave me a chance. Is that how you hate me to the point that you've shied away from me this far? Are no memories stored after we often do everything together?” tanya Hamidah.

“In fact, ever since we got home, I've always been like this. Begging for love and throwing yourself out, so you can see me.”

“You know? I have been so unwilling to talk about delays that can offend you,” kekeh Rayyan. I don't know why that woman could never meet his mind. He was the first to cause all his suffering. But even blame others. Isn't that so weird?

“Yes done, my explanation is done. I hope, you have good faith to straighten out the fake news you made.” Rayyan stood up after her affairs were completely finished.

“Rayyan!”

However, Hamidah's call made him stare back. And suddenly

Bruk!

Hamidah hugged him. This was deliberately done by him because the woman saw Zara and Mauza who had been in the doorway since when.

“I still love you.” he admits it once again without feeling shy to a man who is clearly already the husband of people.

And Hamidah thought, Ray will soften because of his confession and compassionate treatment, as he used to do. But it turns out the assumption is wrong, because the man is now throwing his body.

“You're outrageous!” Ray was so annoyed. He intends to immediately leave this depressed woman so that nothing happens that can cause slander. But when he turned around, Ray was so surprised because the man had suddenly found his wife, sister, and ex-in-law watching them from there.

“Assalamualaikum, Mr. Kyai,” Zara clenched both his hands to the figure who had just come after him.

“Waalaikumsalam,” reply the man nodded and smiled.

“Udah done his business, By?” zara asked the husband, pulling his hand.

“Already,” replied Rayyan. In his heart calling out a line of words, give me a chance to explain before a misunderstanding occurs.

“Okay we go home,” said Zara smiling and pulling her husband's hand. But before they step, Zara first took the time to say goodbye to the Host, “Hamidah, we go home first, huh? Oh yeah, next time don't hug people's husbands. Sins. Surely you also do not want to be accused of being an actor, right?”

Hamidah.

Telak. He swallowed up his own vile accusation.

After the three left, Kyai Mohd Noor shined a sharp glare at his son, one hand raised, and a violent slap landed on his cheek.

“Shameful! Exorbitant! We are disappointed in you!”

The cries of Hamidah are breaking. The woman decays to the floor, “Sorry I am Abi.. sorry I ...”

Kyai Mohd Noor doesn't care. The man left his son in pain. Neither his physical, nor his soul.

Seriate.