Hazimah and Aqlan
Explanation

Aqlan clasped Zimah's hand and looked at his wife with a smile. Zimah felt calm looking at her husband's smile.Sighing for a while and looking at everyone.

"I have to go" Zimah directly stepped out of the crowd, at Aqlan's follow grasping her hand.

Along the way to his uncle's house, Zimah daydreamed about the incident just now, he had thought, would definitely meet people in his past.

"This is his house" asked Aqlan

Zimah woke up and saw the house in front of her.

"Like it is, it's exactly the same location in my memory of a long time ago." Zimah saw a fairly luxurious house among the houses of the residents here. "Much of the change." thought Zimah

After knocking and greeting, the door opened, and out came the middle-aged woman Zimah knew.

"The new rich man, come here."

Instead of being greeted with a friendly, Zimah instead got a satire, Zimah just showed his cold face.

"I want to see uncle."

The middle-aged woman looked at Zimah and Aqlan from the top down.

Aqlan frowned at the woman he knew the wife of his uncle Zimah.

"Is his good uncle there?, and Zimah and I have a need with him

The middle-aged woman looked at Aqlan dislikefully.

"Come in" let her step in

Zimah and Aqlan followed behind.

Before long came the middle-aged man sitting up in arms with them on the living room sofa.

"The date of the three walimahan events I and Aqlan mas in the pesantren. I hope uncle and family can attend." Zimah to the point was unceremoniously stale after seeing her uncle already sitting down.

"You're how Zimah is"

Not getting a response, Zimah instead got a question that made his heart ache, for a long time he did not get questions like this from relatives who were closest to him.

Uncle Good stared at his heartache, a pounding that used to always be spoiled on him, but lost instantly because of his greed.

Again Aqlan could only silently look at the situation between his wife and family.

"Don't ask him, he's rich, so old, so arrogant." cynical middle-aged woman sitting next to a nice uncle.

"Be quiet." his jolt looked angrily at his wife.

Making the middle-aged woman surprised unexpectedly would be snapped like this.

Zimah was surprised to hear his uncle.

"Good" he answered flatly.

"Sorry uncle"

Zimah shifted the gaze from her uncle, looking up to hold back her tears from falling, when she heard a soft voice pleading from her uncle.

It had been a long time since he had heard a voice without a clash from the man he had already considered like his father.

"Why?" zimah's voice shook with the cry

"Why did uncle not want to help father and mother?, when uncle knew the business of father went bankrupt, our family was in trouble, father and mother were in an accident, had no cost for their operations, he said, is Zimah's parents wrong with uncle?."

"Have they ever hurt uncle and family?, have they ever done it without Zimah knowing, thus making uncle hate them so much, and uncle hates Zimah, Zimah, as if this Zimah is shit that uncle and family should avoid."

Zimah quells all his strands that he has been holding, not easy for him to face problems in his old age which was still relatively small.

"Jawab Zimah uncle." Zimah's voice and gaze were cold.

His mind was completely muddled, his chest felt tight, so it did not dazzle Aqlan who grasped his hand.

Uncle Good's wife was silent.

"You're innocent Zimah, wrong uncle, treasure makes uncle dark, envy makes uncle hate your father, uncle envies your father's happiness, from the first uncle always wanted by your grandfather, your father is perfect he can get everything, including getting your mother, the woman he used to love."

Those in the living room were shocked, including several pairs of eyes that had heard their conversation from a distance, without being noticed by those sitting on the sofa.

The middle-aged woman who was sitting next to her, stared in disbelief at her husband.

"But why was my uncle always so kind to us, including Zimah?"

"The uncle tried to forget everything including forgetting your mother, because of the kindness of your father, who never looked at uncle one eye, your father always tried to be happy uncle. And when your father's efforts are successful, your family is happier and your father is always praised and flattered wherever he leaves, uncle who is always next to your father is only considered a shadow by everyone." Uncle Good sighed

Zimah's tears flowed more and more to hear his uncle's story, he felt guilty accusing his uncle who had been evil, without him finding out what the cause was.

"And that hatred came back, so uncle had people slandering your father, at the end of his business your father went bankrupt, and everyone hated your father for that slander."

Good uncle continued his story, even though his chest was tight to hear the roaring cries of his nephew.

"At that time uncle had no regrets, because after that slander and your father's business went bankrupt, people no longer looked at uncle like your father's shadow."

Zimah stared in disbelief at his uncle.

"Evil"

Uncle Good looked down in hearing the voice of his nephew.

"I'm sorry" the words are slow but can still be heard by people around him.

The wife of Uncle Bagus who was sitting next to him, and his two children who had been looking at them from afar, did not believe the story they heard.

"Uncle knows? for the actions of the uncle, Zimah's education was interrupted, and Zimah had to wander at the age of Zimah who was still a child"

"Sorry" that's all the middle-aged man can say

"Daddy and mom have anything to do with uncle?"

The middle-aged man shook his head quickly.

"That's the plan of your father's business partner, who doesn't like him." replied the uncle quickly, fearing his nephew was thinking a no-no about him.

Zimah breathed a sigh of relief.

"About why the uncle does not help your father and mother's expenses, because the uncle is threatened" said a good uncle braves himself

Zimah looked at his uncle waiting for an answer from the middle-aged man.

"They threatened to tell your father and would destroy the uncle's business that you had without your father's knowledge." the middle-aged man looked down even more and dared not look at Zimah.

Zimah stared at his uncle in disbelief.

"Sorry, because of uncle's selfishness, you lost your parents."

Zimah did not bother his uncle, he hugged Aqlan who had been faithfully sitting next to him. Zimah spilled her tears in her husband's arms.

Aqlan rubbed the back of his wife in order to let her spill all her grief, so that Aqlan's clothes were wet with Zimah's tears, but Aqlan did not care about it.

In the shadow of his parents holding back the pain, Zimah asked for help with people he knew, but no one was pestering, and the height of Zimah's destruction when her parents breathed their last.

Zimah's world was destroyed, seeing the eyes of two people who were very meaningful in his life closed for ever.

Her sisters who cry bitterly in calm right by the bik Dinda. The only family that holds her with affection.

"Istighfar, do not let emotions rule you." whispered Aqlan in the ear of his wife, because she realized a tight fist in Zimah's hand.

Zimah followed her husband's words, took off her fists and took off her arms, she looked at her husband wistfully.and smiled, grateful Aqlan was always there and remembered her.

"Zimah wants to go home" he said to Aqlan, without turning to his uncle who had been looking at him.

Aqlan nodded and pulled his wife to stand up.

"Zimah" called the woman who had been standing before her cousin stepped out.