Grasping
The Part 73
Never ask for a wound to come, even every prostration always asks for peace. However, it was as if God was unceasingly inviting him to speak through the demands of the twisted destinies that had been outlined.
About the question ...
If he is not half his soul, why is his personality able to capture his heart?
If he wasn't the perfector of his life, why was his name always found throughout his memory?
If there is no common destiny. Why is it always met, even without intention?
Niar is looking for an answer to that, but God is not ready to answer. He is left to be netted on self-created questions.
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After telling everything to Mbok Jamu, Niar's heart did not immediately improve. It is evident that the woman is still carrying on fret.
Although Mbok Jamu has given a lot of input, but he needs to pet so as not to step wrong.
It was decided, if this day was the last to meet the man - in the sense that Yusha only came today - then he did not need to find and uncover everything. But, if he was reunited, perhaps God would allow him to be forthright.
Niar pensive in the living room, home Mbok Jamu. A moment ago, the middle-aged woman asked for permission to leave for a while, then left her alone.
Thinking about everything that happened made the grim-faced woman even more wracked.
A longing that almost passed, again present tore apart without a gap. He made his heart scarred.
Regretting. It is better that he does not see the man coming, if he ends up having to endure the pain.
God did not allow him to rest, he was forced to cut a wound. The suffering he endured continued to weigh on his shoulders.
Czechs ....
The side room door was opened, Niar did not switch despite hearing his voice.
"Nhbt ...! Nduk ...!" Mbok Jamu called by walking quickly to Niar. "God, that man is your husband, Nduk?"
Only then did Niar turn to look at Mbok Jamu who had just sat beside him. "Bok get back in there?"
The middle-aged mother nodded. "I'm sorry, abis the Mbok is curious about your husband," he said unkindly.
Niar looked away, a long breath was heard. Then, his face lowered. "He's no longer my husband, Mum. He's just the father of the baby I've born."
Mbok Jamu blinked slowly, he knew how Niar felt, it was definitely sad and sick. The right hand stroked the shoulder of the sad woman. "Patient, yes, Nduk. You must be strong. You can definitely face this problem. As Mbok said, he (Mbok Jamu pointed towards Niar's stomach) entitled to be known by his father. Mbok knows you can fight for your child, but think about his needs as well. He will be sad if only accompanied by his mother, he also needs a father figure. Do not be selfish with concern for your own peace, because the peace of your future children is also your responsibility. Your son-in-law can't speak yet, but he's already good at feeling. He also has an inner bond with his parents, do not separate him with his father's elusan. Although you can't be together, but your ex-husband has an obligation to take care of the baby. Think that. Only here Mbok does not force, the choice and decision is on you. Mbok's advice was heard yes, thank God. No, yeah, it's okay." Mbok Jamu's length gives a picture, but he does not force Niar's ability. Let Niar make his choice.
Niar looked at Mbok Jamu with teary eyes. "Thank you, Mbok. Mbok is very good. God willing, Niar has decided. If tomorrow or the day after we still have the destiny to meet, Niar will prepare to meet him and tell about this child. But, if only today Niar sees him, then God has not given permission to tell him everything" replied Niar.
Niar hugged Mbok Jamu. It was with great pleasure that the middle-aged mother welcomed Niar's embrace. Swiped Niar's back to give him some calm. "Mbok always pray for the best, Nduk. Believe me, God never wrongly gave destiny to his servant."
"Weh .. when there is a telephoto hug-hugging event. Sakky also wants to join, dong," said Sakky who appeared from the front door.
Mbok Jamu and Niar to not hear the sound of the Sakky motorbike engine because it is too serious to talk.
"Ck ... Bad mbok really tell son just wayangmu this warp electricity pole. Tough know, Mbok!"
"Hard-fisted! Have you ever been?"
"Yes no. It's crazy Sakky hugged the power pole, thought the tubby 'crazy' me later."
Niar was silent with endless hand movements sweeping the corners of the eyes and cheeks to clear the tears.
"Well, Niar why cry, Mbok?" asked Sakky who noticed Niar's look.
"Sobbing cry because the father of his future son came here."
"Well, that brash guy knows where Niar's from here?"
"Hust .. ngawur 'genuine'. Here sit down, let Mbok tell."
Sakky immediately approached and sat down on the opposite chair. Mbok Jamu told me everything, about the arrival of Yusha who turned out to be a city person and the man who would open a tourism place. It surprised Sakky. The man who had just come home from work switched to face Niar. Find the truth about her mother's story. But Niar refused to answer. The pale lips were tightly clenched.
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After the event gave a word, two words of praise for Ujung Kulon Beach, Yusha left from under the tent.
The man wearing a white shirt without his suit was enjoying the beach without the boisterous crowds of people. Four people
the men escort Yusha from a distance of five meters.
Yusha stood on the shoreline with a long, endless looking look. Ever since setting foot in this place, there was somehow a different sigh. Feeling his presence but unable to find his figure. 'Where are you, Niar? I want to meet and make sure you're okay. Though it seems impossible, I have to find you in this big city. But I have hope, I have a prayer that He may hear.'
In a glaring gaze, his memories returned at some time ago. Where he once invited Niar to go to the beach. Yusha also remembered, if women who now do not know where it really likes the beach. If he and the woman are still destiny, he would invite Niar to come to this beach and enjoy the beauty of the beach together. Oh, honey, he can only be smart. Because everything doesn't fit his assumptions.
It should not all pass as quickly as turning the palm of the hand. In order for the engraved memories to have a lot of space.
"Vin, get our men to comb the city. I want you to find Niar's whereabouts immediately!" his orders were on Kelvin who was standing behind him at a distance of 2 meters.
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Continue not yet? Did you meet? If the eyes are still okay to be invited to stay up, insyaallah will give me one more.
But if khilaf and overslept, yes, please do. 🤭
After this up Gibran first, yeah.🙏