How Will You Say Goodbye?
Ammar's Persuasion

Ammar's car has just been parked steadily in the yard of Desi's house. Ammar isn't working today. He decides to miss work, and drives his car to Desi's residence. Ammar wanted to see Kinan, especially he wanted to ascertain his heart's uneasiness, about Kinan's memory that might have returned.

How can Kinan who still forgets everything can go to Desi's house, and Desi knows the fact that Kinan has a psychic disorder. Ammar never told me before. Ammar just said that Kinan escaped from the Hospital, underline it! The Hospital! Without Ammar ever detailing that it's a Mental Hospital. Somehow Ammar felt that Desi was covering something up, but Desi did not want to reveal it to Ammar.

Ammar knocked on the door, waiting for a while. Knocking and knocking again until he was a little irritated because the door was not opened by the owner of the house. Ammar thinks Desi must be out. Work, maybe. But Ammar believes Kinan is in there. A second later, Ammar wanted to knock on the door again for the umpteenth time, but it had opened from the inside.

"Kinan?" Ammar smiled at the face of his wife who he had not seen for a long time.

"Bag.." Kinan looked surprised but was immediately bowed. He hurriedly hid his beautiful face and looked even thinner.

"Can we talk?" Ammar asked quietly, but his words were full of intimidation.

Ammar stepped in without any consent from Kinan, either a home-entry agreement or an agreement to hold talks. He sat on the sofa while looking at Kinan who was staring and still bowed.

"Sit down!" He patted the sofa right next to him.

Kinan felt a cold aura envelop him, for some reason now he felt afraid. Ammar looks terrible even though Ammar clearly said very softly. Soft that feels forced-think Kinan.

Kinan ended up sitting on the sofa opposite Ammar. Blocked by a glass table. He refused to sit next to Ammar. He is afraid at any time to mispronounce or even fall into a misbehavior. Ammar smiled obliquely looking at Kinan who decided to sit far from his reach.

"Kinan, we're going home, right?" Instead of asking Kinan's situation, the man went to the point with his purpose and purpose.

"I still want to be here, Mom!" kinan's voice sounded vibrating. He squeezed his own fingers.

"Why? Is not the best house for a wife the house of her husband?"

Kinan. Maybe that house was the place to go home. But now it doesn't feel anymore. Not the same anymore.

"Kinan, if you don't want to go home and live with my mom and my kids, it's okay. I've prepared a place to stay for you." Ammar's voice was slow but still with a tone of intimidation. He said not asking for Kinan's answer, but like forcing Kinan to follow his rules.

"Mas, that's not it. I still want to calm myself."

"Sobbed? by leaving your husband and following another man?" Syndir Ammar raised his eyebrows. His gaze focused on Kinan who was clearly reluctant to look at him.

"Bu-not so Mas, me and Mas Rey.."

"How dare you call him that in front of me, huh?"

Kinan stood up, he could not face the man who had the status of her husband but he barely recognized. So this is the man who married her. Soft yet full of emphasis? Kinan was cornered and could not explain anything. Let alone explaining, just said a little but Ammar immediately cut his words. Ammar is still the same as before. He did not want to hear Kinan's explanation.

"Go home, Mom! I will never return to your house or any other house that is yours!" Kinan threw his gaze in the other direction.

"Kinan's.." Ammar's voice weakened. I don't know why his voice was so slow. Now it feels like a plea. Kinan was a little overwhelmed by it.

"I want to be alone, Mom!

"All right, but answer me honestly!"

Kinan stared at Ammar's face for the first time since their meeting today. Ammar was the same, as if locking the view. Focus on the woman in front of him.

Kinan was silent, but Ammar could see in his eyes that Kinan said yes. I don't know why.

"Answer Kinan! I want to hear from your own mouth"

"Is that important?"

"Very!"

"Why?"

"Because of me.."

"Why Mas? Is it because you're my husband and you have the right to rule my heart?"

Ammar shook his head weakly. Now he realized, he had not received an answer from Kinan's mouth but he already knew exactly what the answer was.

"All right, I'm home. Whenever you want to come back, please let me know. I understand how hurt you feel. I'll be waiting for you, Kinan!" Ammar tried to give up, maybe this is the best way to face the wife.

"Why wait for me, Mommy?"

Ammar approached Kinan's collar, he clasped his wife's fingers. Ammar looked back at Kinan's eyes.

"Because I'm starting to feel like you're God-ordained to me, and I have to take care of it!" Ammar kissed Kinan's head with a feeling. It was enough that he had lost Kinan all this time, enough that he wasted Kinan. He realized there was nothing more he was looking for, but to defend what was already his. He doesn't want to lose anymore. That's enough. And he regretted everything. Can it change and change everything from now on? Even if it's too late.

"Mass?" Kinan resuscitated Ammar who had unknowingly held Kinan in his arms.

"I know it's too late, to believe you're too late. To prove and find the man who destroyed you is also-"

"That's it!" Kinan cried in the arms of Ammar. He didn't return the hug. But somehow he also did not intend to escape from the embrace of the husband. This is what I kept from the beginning. He was afraid of misbehavior and fell into the arms of Ammar.

"I'm gonna change my mind, I'm gonna start believing in you. We'll start all over. I will close my eyes about the bad things that happened to you! I'll take it all." Ammar's voice now sounded sincere. He stroked Kinan's hair lovingly.

As a woman, Kinan still had self-esteem even though he had lost everything since then. He did not want to easily forgive Ammar who had contributed to incising wounds in his life. However, as a wife she was like a woe to Ammar. Has Ammar really changed? will Ammar be willing to accept reality and the child in his womb? Kinan stroked his stomach which still looked flat. A drop of clear water flooded his smooth cheeks.

Without them noticing, there was a pair of eyes staring at all of it from the doorway. His reddened eyes held the agonizing turmoil in the depths of the heart. Both hands clenched. However, before the two men before him realized his presence, he hurriedly left his place with wounds after hearing everything, especially Ammar's tutoring. It was in vain for the courage he had gathered to come to meet Kinan. He assures himself that he is not a coward, he must dare to meet Kinan. However, the universe seemed to ridicule him and showed a spectacle that sliced through his feelings.

"Whatever I try, your status is still not mine!" Inner says. Disappointment and anger are piled up there.

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