IT WAS THE WIDOW'S FAULT

IT WAS THE WIDOW'S FAULT
118. Tears of regret


The Dinata residence.


Salsa that is not feeling well now must rest in the room. She sat on the bed, with Ardi her husband. They also light up the television in the room. It was unexpected that the television show turned out to be about Asifa's marriage. Ardi who had been leaning was directly sitting upright with a flat face without expression.


In the event of the marriage contract procession, ijab qabul, until the completion of the sacred event. It was broadcast live, though it looked simple. But be able to make anyone cry by watching the event.


Like the current Salsa who can not come but can watch the live broadcast of Asifa and Fahmi's wedding. The marriage agreement with the Arabic language, made Salsa happy. Because his best friend got the right person, to accompany his life.


Now she realized that her husband was crying and silent and her face was flushed and flat with no expression. She believes that her husband is currently mourning her fate. Who is now watching a live broadcast of his ex-wife's wedding.


Which is full of sincere happiness with simple men. Who was able to get rid of his name from the heart of Asifa his ex-wife. Even now because he was sick, they could not see directly in Jogja. And they just watched through the glass screen, in his room.


Yes Ardi now feels tight in his chest until it is difficult to breathe. How hurt he was to watch the wedding of the one he loved. Even though he did not see it directly in Jogja. And watching through the glass screen alone, the pain is incredible.


Now she knows how Asifa felt when she remarried her best friend. At that time, he could not accept and love Salsa. It still hurts the people he loves.


Now the tears of regret that he felt, look more because of his stupidity he let go of Asifa just like that. Now the woman who still fills half her heart is now happy with the perfect man.


Yes, anyone who saw it would have thought that Fahmi was the perfect man. And Asifa the lucky woman could be loved by Fahmi with her whole heart.


Asifa looked happy, and the words they both said every ijab qabul were so romantic. Now he realizes that he is indeed inappropriate for Asifa. And Ardi also regretted his words that made Asifa hurt deeper so it was difficult to forgive.


Ardi knew exactly what his ex-wife was like. It is easy to forgive people's mistakes even if they apologize. But unlike her, Asifa said that she had forgiven her whole heart. But it was not sincere from the bottom of his heart, because it was visible from the look of his eyes.


Yes, Ardi understood if the fault of self in Asifa is so deep. So that his heart was destroyed as destroyed, even though it could be healed. Can not be perfect again good shape, because it looks beautiful again. Because the heart is like a mirror, then when pacah to pieces. Even though it has been repaired with adhesive glue, it is still not as before. The mirror cannot reflect a perfect image.


"May you be happy with the one who has healed the wounds in your heart dear. And be your guide in the world and the hereafter, as you would expect." Ardi said in his heart.


Then he realized that he already had a heart that he had to take care of. He wiped away the tears that had soaked his cheeks. And neutralize the feeling before he looks at the face of his wife Salsa.


"Honey mas happy with his marriage Asifa and Fahmi went well. He was even overwhelmed by seeing their happiness. Mas also felt moved, at least Asifa will not fall again."Ardi said to his wife.


Salsa looked into the eyes of her husband who was looking at it deeply. Seeking honesty from her husband. Is he really happy to see the happiness of the person he loves. But in the eyes it is difficult to guess, it is an honest word or not.


"It's true that I regret hurting the heart of my loved ones. But mas is also happy, because the person who has made Asifa happy is a man like Fahmi. A man can accept it with all his heart. So I am happy because the woman who loves is happy. Even though happiness is not the mas that gives it to her. And now that must be happy wife mas his last love mas, that is you."Answered Ardi with a sweet smile and landed a warm kiss on his wife's forehead.


Salsa was still wondering if her husband had started to love her. With the answer given by her husband, she could believe in her husband's answer about Asifa.


"Have you started to love me?"salsa asked with a look of hope not her.


"Mas loved you from before we attended Asifa's engagement, baby. But if how much love mas on you, mas maybe half hearted mas already filled by your name. Can you love me and forget Kevin?"ask back Ardi to his wife, who they both have not been able to move on from the former.


"I can also love you and be bigger than in the past. Because the painful past is impossible to remember."Salsa answered, with a sweet smile she gave to her husband.


Ardi instantly drew Salsa in his arms, as you he was happy with his wife's answer. But from the answer it also struck his heart. That was also what Asifa currently felt, would forget about her. And it is impossible to make himself a memory, because it will hurt his heart.


"Yes, then we have lunch. I am hungry too, a person who is hungry. Because we can only watch the live broadcast of their wedding through the glass screen. Then we eat at home, because we can't enjoy the food on the screen."Take Ardi in joking.


"Come, Salsa is hungry too. But hare ya."rich Salsa with a spoiled tone.


"Dear whatever you want, you'll do." Raise Salsa ala bridal style.


The two of them walked out of the room and headed towards the dining room. After Ardi went down Salsa gently. Then he took the food that had been served by the servants in their house. Mes is currently just the two of them, as opa and her father attend the wedding of her adopted daughter who is none other than her daughter-in-law. His ex-wife, who is now happy with the man who has healed his wounds.


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