Gannaya, My Adore
I'll Be Back, Honey!

"O Messenger of Allah, to whom shall I serve first?" Prophet shalallaahu 'alaihi wasallam replied.

"Your mom ..."

"Who else?"

"Your mom ..."

"Then?"

"Your mom ..."

"After Mom?"

"Your father's new."

So important and high value and dignity of a mother. Being a mother is the most difficult and challenging task that needs to be done throughout life.

There is never a word of holiday, leave or permission. The work is done nonstop 24 hours while he is still breathing.

Starting from pregnant for nine months, giving birth, and accompanying children to continue to grow until they are able to live independently.

So it is not surprising that all religions remind all children to uphold, love and respect their mothers.

"Have you prayed, son?"

"A little while, Mah."

"Don't cry, you're a man! Here, Mama's dosing the wound."

"Yes, Mah."

"Mama gave me money. But don't tell Papa, yeah."

"But Adek's in the law again, Mah?"

Ammar's conversations with Mama from year to year just swirled around in the head like a wave that was confined to the ocean.

Ammar continued to run down the aisle of the Hospital after bad news from his Sister-in-law.

His heart was torn, tears just like that along with breathless breathing.

He forgot the heat that was still lodged in his body. The pain is not important, the only thing that matters is the mother now. He wanted to hug the woman. The woman he's been hugging and kissing for two weeks.

It was hard to equalize her husband's steps. Because the man ran, forgot himself that he was sick and took his wife.

"Have you peed yet? Let's pee first, later the mallem whining ask to be delivered to the bathroom."

"Yes, Mah."

"Your face why blue-blue? Stupid again, huh? Naughty yes, Mama told me Papa!"

"Duhduhhh ... Sick, Mah."

"Are you sure you want to marry Gana?"

"Doain yes, Mah. Adek must be happy with Gana"

Ammar continued to run, breaking through the shoulders that passed him. The wind that blows is not enough to give a cold to his body that is getting hotter.

"Well, strong yes. Adek's coming, Mah." Ammar. Keep running while wiping tears with the back of his hand.

"Ammar, don't run. You will fall!" exclaimed Gana who was a few meters away from her husband's steps.

The man was suddenly deaf and blind. Ammar kept running. What the hell's going on? Thought it.

Why is the woman he always considered strong, even suddenly had a heart attack?

TAP.

Her footsteps were stopped a few meters from the ICU patient waiting bench. There was Papa who was hugging his Sister-in-law in tears.

Ammar's chest movements up and down. Sighing in a rough breath as he struggled to run as fast as lightning from the parking lot to the ICU room.

His life is dying inside.

"Pah ..." The call made Papa and Gifali look up. The faces of the three of them were already wet and clashing against each other.

Papa looked at old Ammar. The man wandered, thinking. Isn't this the kid he raised?

"That? How's mama?" ammar sounded very anxious. He glared slightly into the translucent glass, intending to find the Mama who he said was in a critical phase.

The development of Mama Alika is indeed so rapidly declining. The big families are on the way to the hospital. While Maura was busy calling her husband while sobbing.

The sadness of a child in this world is, when knowing that parents are in a critical state. On the verge of life. There is nothing we can do but pray for a predetermined destiny.

Papa unravels his daughter-in-law's embrace. He stood up, facing his son. The son who inherited his blood.

SIR

SIR

Papa flicked his palms right at Ammar's cheekbones alternately from his right and left cheeks. Gana whose steps just arrived, immediately smothering the mouth. The woman flinched not playing.

Ammar shock. He stared at the goal of his Papa's eyeball which was glaring sharply. Spilling the anger that has been in the heart since.

"For twenty-seven years of your age. I always keep you from hitting my hand!" Papa shook his palm in the air.

Ammar looked at Papa softly while holding his left cheek.

"I never wanted to give a slap like this! Therefore I always want to make you a filial, righteous and kind child. To never make a mistake! Doesn't make me angry!"

Although I do not know what his mistake was. But, tears had already shed from her eyelids.

"What's my fault with you, Ammar? What is my wife's fault for you? What's our fault in educating you?" papa's tears are getting clustered in the fertilizer.

There was no longer the tenderness that Papa had always given Ammar.

"What's wrong, Pah?" ask her sadly. The man still did not understand his mistake.

"Wrong you, because of you! Making my wife sprawl inside-" Papa pointed to the door leaf of the ICU room.

"If it wasn't for you! I still hug her tightly! Why did you kill my wife! Why, Ammar? WHY!!"

All who hear to raise their shoulders, who does not know Bilmar Artanegara? If you are angry and disappointed. The wind refused to get close to him. So scared, chose to hide. The old man's cry spilled.

"Why am I not the only one inside? Why should my wife?"

"You're splitting me up with him in a minute!"

"You took it!"

"Captured it! Lead him to go home now!"

"Then how is my life without him? I'm not ready to lose him! NOT READY!"

SIR.

Papa slapped Ammar again firmer than the beginning, after throwing a series of annoyances in his mind.

The pain, the pain, the sadness, the disappointment of knowing that his son was a mobster, really broke his heart. Making his wife who he considered healthy turned out to be sick, and was not strong to accept the reality that Ammar had done.

Because fifteen minutes ago the doctor said, his wife's general condition is decreasing dramatically. Just waiting for sincerity from the families, because life expectancy is very small. The family was asked to try to accept.

What about Ammar? Just apologizing, he hasn't had time.

Papa thought, he would die because he had seen the photos of his son's savagery. In fact, the Universe prefers his wife.

The woman he had married for twenty-eight years. As if the skin has been attached can not be separated.

True love binds themselves to hold hands waiting for their return to God. But this is not the way. Papa is not willing.

"My wife who is that good, deserves 'have you hurt her heart with your actions?"

"The woman who gave birth to you, and almost died at that time."

"The milk you can't reply yet! Do you deserve to die in this way?"

Tears were both shed, wet and flooded.

"Well, what's wrong? Why is Papa really doing Adek like this?" insist Ammar with trembling lips. He still does not understand, where the fault lies. Papa brushed off Ammar's hand as he was about to touch his body.

"Don't touch me! I'M NOT YOUR DAD ANYMORE!"

"Astagfirullah .." - Sighed Ganaya. Ammar's eyeballs swayed to look at the bright eyes of his Papa who was always shady.

"Well, Papa's heart will relapse." Gifali held onto the body of her in-laws, intending to take her away.

Papa took off Gifali's hand which started to hold her arm. "Let Papa talk to this boy first!"

DEG.

"Listen to me, Ammar! From now on, you are no longer my son! There is no Maldava Ammar name in the Bilmar and Alika family tree!"

"We've never had a child like you!" hardik Papa lantang's.

Be ill. Those who speak and hear are both sick. Papa looks grimacing, holding back his left chest because it feels pain.

Why did those words come out of his lips?

Gana was still confused, until she was hard to ask. Fear and confusion made him only able to mute, until his daydream was torn apart. And he raised a voice.

"Mrs ..." Gana also held the body of her father-in-law who is now being embraced by her brother.

"I'm sorry, Papa, Son. You cannot educate your husband well. Papa hand him over to you, what do you want is up to. Papa doesn't care anymore" Papa told Gana.

"But what's wrong with Ammar, Pah?" gana asked with tears.

Ammar still stared at the man who used to always stroke his hair and kiss his forehead until now if he was together.

The heat on his cheek, as if to make his facial bones crumble. Is this what it's like to be slapped by your own parents?

Papa removed the titanium ruby ring from his finger. Then threw it into Ammar's chest.

"I don't want to take illegal money from you anymore!"

Ammar kept staring at Papa's eyeballs that were still sharp. He let the ring roll on the floor.

"Never see us! Never set foot in my house! YOU'RE NOT MY SON ANYMORE! Let go and get you out of EG! I'd rather EG go bankrupt than succeed with your dirty hands!" snapped Papa.

"Huh?" just got away from Ammar's mouth. The man was getting more and more clueless.

Gifali took out an envelope whose wrapper was already seen crumbling. It thrusts rough on Ammar's chest. Ammar hastily grabbed it before it fell. Ammar stared into his Big Brother-in-law's face, why is it so different now? The man's gaze was cold and flat.

"Repent before death at the end of your throat, Dek." said Gifa.

"Papa want to see Mama again, son." Papa's voice was so soft to hear.

Gifa nodded and brought her Father-in-law back into the ICU room.

"You're going to the airport, will you pick up Maura?" ask Papa at the door. Gifali.

"Pah .." cried Ammar slowly, breaking through their conversation. Ammar hoped Papa would look him in the face again. But his call was not in gubris. Papa focused on talking to his son-in-law.

"Be careful, son. Calm your wife."

Papa stroked Gifali's shoulder with a tear. Seeing the gentleness that Papa gave to his Sister-in-law, somehow made Ammar become jealous.

Usually he would behave normally, but because now he felt he was thrown raw with something that he could not understand, Ammar began to sulk.

Before Papa completely disappeared from behind the door he turned his head and pointed at Ammar.

"Go from here! You'll never let me see my wife!"

Ammar was caught in tears.

Gana forcibly snatched the envelope still resting in Ammar's hand. The woman wondered what kind of problem made her father-in-law so angry that she blamed her husband.

Gifali, a shady man who rarely gets angry. Now look at Ammar with a vile spotlight. He repeatedly shook his head in disbelief.

Just now he wanted to step away from Gana and Ammar to pick up his wife who had arrived at the airport. Instantly his steps came to a halt as the phone in his pocket shook.

The man scrunched his forehead. When there's a call from his dad across there. He thought his wife was going to call again.

Gifa groaned. "WHAT? MAMA'S NOT CONSCIOUS?"

The reflexes look. Her chest was re-shaken, had just heard the curse of the curse from in-laws to her husband, now she was back in the waves because she heard the info about the mother who gave birth to her.

Gifali looked back at his sister with the device still clinging to the earlobe. The tears of the man began to pour down his cheeks.

"Yes, Pah. Brother will take Gana home."

The envelope held by Gana fell, he had not seen the photo, but the photo was scattered. Gana approached her brother and Ammar bowed to the photo, and was immediately surprised and privileged.

The boiling blood flow seemed to go straight up to the crown. The soles of the feet were cold and suddenly shrunk.

Ammar fell on the floor, his body limp helpless. Her tears are shed again. Worth the Papa until the wrath of durjanahh. He deserves to be called the murderer of his own mother.

"Yes Allah ... Mah." cried Ammar with tears.

Stripping fists on the floor. Spilling a painful regret.

Hearing her husband struggling, Gana turned her head, intending to approach. But the move was blocked when Gifali forced Gana to move away from her husband.

"You go home now!"

"Why mom, sister?"

Gifali did not reply, he again pulled his sister to step away.

"Ammar ..." exclaimed Gana. Ammar, whose face was wet, turned his head and was surprised because Gana had moved away. The man got up and chased them.

"Sister, why?" ammar asked Gifa, the man sped up and broke through the hand of his wife and sister-in-law. Although still sick, Ammar's energy is still greater.

Gifali's face was fiery. The man who always looked shady, wise in speaking. It's really changed drastically now.

Gifa approached, staring at Ammar.

SIR.

The slap he had been hiding since,

finally landed on the cheek of his Sister-in-law.

Gana pushed her sister's body. "Why did Brother slap Ammar?" the woman looks unwilling.

Gifali let Gana thrash, but the look in his eyes still looked at Ammar with a dim look. A rough gasp of breath as his chest that looked up and down echoed in Gifali's body.

"If anything happens to our Mama you're the first person I'll look for!"

"Sorry ... Brother." replied Ammar lirih. Thorns as if stuck in his cleavage, blood while pouring and can not be accommodated.

"What the hell is it, brother? What's Ammar's fault?"

"You don't know what your husband's side has been doing behind us? Or do you already know, but pretend you don't?"

DEG.

Gana's shoulders slumped to the bottom of the waist. His eyes are perfect. His heart raced again like he was circling the field with two hundred rounds.

It was as if an earthquake had struck him. Even the same with Gifa, he thought only the Artanegara family knew, it turned out that all this spread to his extended family.

Now, Mama Difa fell unconscious. Doctors say the tension is high and breaks down blood vessels in the brain. The woman had a stroke.

"Let's go home!"

"Why mom, sister?"

"Here you go, let's go home first! Papa asked you to come home!"

Gifali again dragged Gana's body which is still haunted. The woman cried, because now her two extended families already knew who her husband really was.

"Never look your face in front of my parents!" appoint Gifali when Ammar steps still want to approach to pull his wife's hand.

Gifali is disappointed, annoyed and resentful of Ammar's authenticity. A murderer, a destroyer and a destroyer. It's hard to forgive. These two families are still in shock.

"I'll go home first. Wait for me here, I will definitely come back ... I love you, baby." the tone was slurred from Gana's lips with tears waving as a sign of farewell.

Why should we hear such words of love in times like this?

Ammar nodded and looked sadly at his wife who was forcefully pulled with all the thrashing. Ammar should have been intrigued by Ganaya's last words.

The woman finally declares love, but the timing is not right. Ammar's chest was not rustling, as it was already covered with thousands of hay in this ari.

Pray Ammar, that Gana may have a way back into your arms.

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The longest part in my opinion is 2300 words, and I accidentally missed two. Let you guys just read the feeling dapet.

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