Gannaya, My Adore
Please, forgive my husband.

Mother ... You are the mouth of love and affection. Whatever you do for your dear son.

Mother ... Never do you wish to pay back for what you have done, for me that you love.

When I'm out of reach, your prayers are always included. I beg your blessing in my steps, my happiness in your prayers.

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"Mrs ..." Gana hugged her unconscious mother in the patient's bed. It's laying its head in the niche of a woman's neck who's already betted her life to bring her into the world. Clear water soaks the surface of the skin of your neck from your eyelids.

"I'm sorry my husband, Mah ..." Gana had already called out those words many times. His right hand rests on Mama Difa's left shoulder.

"Sorry, Mah." sob again. Just this time he begged forgiveness for the mistakes of others. The one whom he had always rejected, and now changed, had become meaningful.

The mood of the room gripped. There was no light at all. Everyone is grieving. Staring bitterly the face of Mama Difa who is still beautiful in her long hijab.

Papa leaned weakly on the sofa. The gray man constantly draws oxygen from the air to press it into the chest, then exhales it again into the air. Want to relieve his chest cavity that feels bubbly.

It hurts so bad. Already choking about the identity of the real daughter-in-law, now back crowded. Because his wife was helpless, the result of all this. If only Ammar had been here, Papa would have broken his neck.

There was Gemma sitting next to Papa staring at Gana and Mama in the bed. Many times Gemma rubbed her already wet face with the end of the tie. He who is at work, is surprised by the almost anfal Mama thing. He came here until he had not told his wife, Fara.

His heart was red, his heart was tight. Thinking about whether the mother would survive, Faradisa was pregnant with their first child, and would give birth in five months. Can women who are now standing limp hold their babies?

Gemma sobbing. He hugged his father. The two men hugged each other in tears.

Gifali leaned weakly with a tear in the door leaf with his hands folded over his chest. Looking at his first love who just froze in bed.

Why is this so, he thought. Moreover, Ammar is his sister-in-law, his sister's husband as well as the one who accidentally killed their own parents.

The children of the Hadnan family had gathered all but Gelfani. Their third child, heading home from Batam. Gelfani was incessantly crying, wailing hysterically when she was told her mother was unconscious.

"Papa will never forgive Ammar, if Mama doesn't recover, Gana."

A flat voice that sounded empty, so suffocating Gana's ears from Papa. Gana who was still sobbing, then raised her head and turned to look at the man who became the first love of her life.

"Mrs ..." Gana pleads for mercy. Hurriedly stood up. Approaching the man who is still locking Gemma's body on the sofa. Gana rested on both knees, and bowed her head on Papa's lap.

"Please forgive my husband, Pah. Ammar Khilaf." the tone of the voice was very sad to hear. Gana wet the cloth of papa pants with her tears that continue to shed do not want to stop.

"Salave Ammar, Gana." It's not emotional. It was so beyond expectations, Papa was quite calm. But his words hurt so much.

Hearing that remark, his heart seemed to be in a madness to shatter into pieces. Gana looked up, looking closely at Papa's face with her eyes reddened.

Gana reflexes shook her head and crept papa's trousers on her thighs.

"Don't, Pah. I don't want to!"

Gifali was flabbergasted by Papa's direction. Should they get divorced? But the man was disappointed too. He simply left Gana in a cry without wanting to help.

Because his head was dizzy thinking about the state of Mama who visited has not improved. Gifali stepped up to sit next to Mama's bed, hugging the woman in place of Gana.

In order to accompany Mama here, he let Maura go home alone from the airport.

Gemma broke her Papa's embrace and looked at Gana.

"Your husband is the mastermind of Mama's pain, sister! You're still defending him!" Gemma grunts violently. Face fiery. Gemma's emotional tone is very similar to when Papa Galih was young.

"You don't interfere, Gemma! It's my household problem!" Gana's riding on the pitam.

Gemma squealing. "Look, how does he now drive Brother? Even your eyes are closed! Look Mama, Brother. Mom is like that because of your husband! It is only fitting that my heart was half-hearted when it accepted him to be Big Brother-in-law! Turns out right, Ammar's a jerk!!"

Gana stared intently at Gemma's bead eyes that were still throwing clear water. Gana pointed at the man with her hand.

"Shut up! Don't you insult my husband! Ammar is like that because there's a reason!"

"Papa still wants you to part with him, Gana ..." Papa again interrupted his daughter's words, and the tone still sounded emotionless flat.

Gana looked back at Papa and hugged his stomach. The woman was crying. "Don't believe it, Pah. Don't force Gana to separate. I love Ammar. Please forgive Ammar. My husband's been fighting, Pah."

Hearing that made Gemma want to vomit.

"Repent your husband, not necessarily able to help my mother to return to the way she was! Look Mama, just moving the body she can't. My mother will be deformed, and all because of your uncivilized husband!" Gemma stood up, she chose to approach Gifali and Mama in the bed.

Gana kept crying in her Papa's stomach. Gemma's words pierced the soul of anyone who heard them. He knows, Ammar's problem is indeed a cause of unrest in his family.

But can't Ammar get an apology? And was Gana able to let go of her husband, when his love was being renewed?

Papa Galih rubbed his back and pecked at Gana's hair.

"Gemma will handle your divorce later. Papa doesn't want you stuck in that man's dark game. Papa doesn't want your life targeted by his enemies."

"A mobster will remain a mobster. Blood must be paid for. Life must be paid for. Papa does not want, Ammar again incised wounds in our family. Papa just found out now, if your paralysis used to be caused because of his profession that was it!"

Clear water back swarming. He looked up, looking at his wife in the bed. There is his love that he always guarded desperately and now regardless of his reach.

"During this time Papa always took care of him. Don't let a single fly touch your Mama's skin." Papa Galih sobbing. The man paused his words. His face that had loosened, was wet again because the water on his face was already plenty.

"But because of your husband's actions, brother. Papa has to lose his smile. Papa must be sincere if after this, half of his body will no longer function. Mama can only lie down without being able to go around. Should he enjoy his old age in this way?"

"And before it's too late, before you get married longer and have a child with her. End your marriage, Gana! DIVORCE AMMAR!"

Papa shuffled to embrace his fragile, frail and torn daughter.

Gana shook her head faintly as she held back her beating heart that continued to pulsate full of wounds.

Gana's cry broke out in papa's arms. Destroyed was his life. The toughest thing when forced to divorce when his love is sparkling.

Releasing Ammar who had just crawled in his repentance. Can she? What should he tell the man? A few hours ago, he said he would come back to see him again.

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Ammar slipped into the ICU after waiting for hours in a stealthy manner. With a special outfit, half face covered with a mask, he stepped quickly into Mama's bed that no one is looking after now.

My eyes are slowly opening. His hand extended upwards and Ammar grabbed, grasped and kissed him many times.

"Sorry Adek, Mah. It made Mama like this."

From behind the oxygen hood, Mama nodded weakly without being able to speak. He looked at Ammar with tears.

Feeling like screaming, spilling disappointment but also longing. He misses picking up this boy if he's naughty. But this is his real son. The child she gave birth to from her own womb.

If he could, he would take the place of the sins of his Son who is currently Ammar responsible.

"Mama has to be strong, Mama has not seen the children of Adek and Gana. Our son must be handsome and beautiful." Ammar chuckled softly in tears. Makes my mom smile.

Ammar pecked the forehead of old Mama. That touch, made Mama close her eyes. Mama's tears were dragged back into the petals.

But, suddenly. Strange things happen. Immediately Ammar furrowed his eyebrows, as his lips turned cold when he kissed Mama's forehead.

Ammar took off the kiss, then aligned their faces back.

"Well, sleep?" those asked remained closed did not give a reaction or response as at the beginning they met.

"Mah .." Ammar's face began to tense up.

Glared sharply until the iris of his eye was about to slam out. No longer feel the breath of Mama although weak. Mama closes her eyes with the lip line pulled upwards. The woman puffed up a faint smile from the navel of her extremely white face.

"Mah! Don't stay in Adek, Mah! Not now, Mah! No!!!" Ammar shakes Mama's shoulders.

"We're going home, Mah. Later Adek himself will take care of Mama."

Simultaneously, the sound of your heart rhythm from the ventilator has sounded flat and the line on the monitor has described a horizontal straight line.

That's Over.

Ammar kept trying to wake Mama Alika whose breath was gone. I do not know since when his spirit was revoked by the Angel who was waiting for the command of the Almighty.

"Ohhhhh!!!! MOM!!" shouted Ammar.

"WAKE, MAH! WAKEUP!!"

Ammar removed the oxygen hood that was still attached to his nose, then threw it rough. Then it removed the tiny colored molecules that settled into Mama Alika's chest. Ammar pulled out an infusion hose stuck in the back of the woman's hand.

"Mama's coming with Adek, Mah. Adek must be cured Mama." he said to Mama whose face gradually turned blue, stiff and cold. And before anyone comes, or the Nurse and the Doctor will block the action. Ammar hurriedly carried his mother to be taken out of this room.

Ammar rejected the original argument, that the Mama is now gone. It has returned to God's bosom.

The wind blew fiercely, the labyrinth instantly darkened. Suddenly he was like entering into a time when he was a toddler.

In that shadow Ammar could see clearly, as Mama, Papa and Maura clenched themselves lovingly. Ammar could see himself laughing in the crisp joyful laughter that sprung from his family's face.

"Mah ... Pahs ... Sis." he cried into the shadow, holding Mama who was lifeless.

"Dadk come here, son." Papa and Mama call themselves in the shadow.

Ammar a very funny toddler was stepping terbatah to approach his parents who were preparing to catch and hug the small body.

Ammar crying. It felt like carbon dioxide was starting to enter his lung cavity without any obstructions.

His chest tightness, accompanied by eyes that began to darken. His body was weak and had no power. Ammar staggered to fall with the body of Mama, whom he still carried in his arms.

And.

Brug.

"Of... Um!!!"

"Np ... Wake, Om!"

"Don't sleep in the mushola! Let's go to Grandma again." exclaimed Bisma and Dipta.

His two nephews keep following where Omnya step. Although the Mother had just slapped her Om many times mercilessly.

Ammar opened his eyelids forcibly. Stare straight at the ceiling of the mushola with breathless breath.

"Astaghfirullah .. alhamdulillah is just a dream."

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