
Annisa's mother began cleaning her daughter's room which had been destroyed by her rampaging daughter.
Although in his heart was very upset by what happened in his life, but he still cleaned Annisa's room.
Annisa's mother looked deeply at Annisa who was now asleep.
"Actually, it's all because of your stupidity, Nisa. If you had not loved the orphan so much, this would not have happened to you" Annisa's mother murmured.
Mr. Didin came out of the house, he wanted to leave the house for a moment to eliminate the sense of affection he felt at this time.
"Annisa why else, sir?" ask one of the neighbors when they see Mr. Didin about to take his motorcycle.
"It's none of your business, ma'am. Just take care of your life!" snapped Mr. Didin upset.
"Ye, people just doang, even insist," the neighbor's lips did not accept being yelled at by Mr. Didin.
"Before the panic, Buk. Mending should not be invited to talk, then his mother was killed," whispered the other neighbor.
Their curiosity is not as sympathy, but rather want to find out the lack of family Mr. Didin to ridicule when they gather.
Such are the mothers in the village of Tanjung, most of them prefer to see difficult people, especially people like Mr. Didin.
****
One afternoon in his garden, Rama and Rudi enjoy a cup of coffee while breathing the cool air of the afternoon that hit their faces.
"Rama," said Rudi, starting a conversation between them.
"Mhm," muttered Rama responding to Rudi.
"Do you feel like there's something Diska's hiding?" ask Rudi to Rama.
"Mhm, what? I did not pay much attention" answered Rama.
"I feel like I've seen the same face as Farel before" Rudi said.
"What do you mean?" rama asked confusedly.
"Rama, you know I have a picture of someone the same age as Farel. Someone is very similar to the son of Diska," said Rudi again.
Rama stared in wonder at his best friend, he tried to digest the words of his best friend.
"Rud, what exactly do you want to say?" rama asked, increasingly curious.
"Do you know this kid?" asked Rudi while holding out an old photo that Rudi kept in his wallet.
"Let's take a look at this kid's picture, he looks a lot like Farel." Rudi pressed his words.
Rama knitted his eyebrows together, he tried to guess the photo of who is in the nature of the wallet of the friend.
Deg.
"Oh my God, is this not my picture?" rama murmured in his heart.
Rama begins to remember what Diska told him about Farel's father.
"Astaghfirullah, I just realized this. That Farel is my real son. A child born of a great sin we have committed?" rama murmured in his heart.
"Ram," said Rudi calling his best friend who is now busy with various thoughts in his mind.
"Did you not feel any inner contact with the little boy who always wanted to be in your arms?" ask Rudi to Rama.
Rudi already knew the answer to that question.
"Whatever has happened you do not need to hide it from me anymore, because I already know it with the attitude of Diska," said Rudi.
Rudi's words made Rama speechless, inevitably he finally admitted what he had done with Diska.
"I hope you're the only one who knows this. I am ashamed to have done what God hates so much" said Rama.
Rama begged his best friend to hide it, he did not want his good name and Diska tainted because of the sins they had committed.
"But why is Diska hiding this from me?" rama asked his friend.
"Because you weren't honest with her that you're divorced with Annisa" replied Rudi.
"True, I have not dared to tell Diska that," said Rama honestly.
"If only you were open to each other, maybe you could still be a match," said Rudi expressed his opinion.
"But, Rud. The disc was already a famous doctor in his city. It was all her dreams and her dreams. I can't possibly ruin everything he's achieved" Rama said.
Again the pessimistic soul in Rama appears, he is always weak in the problem of fighting for his love.
He always felt defeated before the war.
"This is what I don't like most about you, you've always been weak in fighting for your love. It should be anything you do to get the woman you love, and for your son who desperately needs a father figure." Rudi advised his best friend.
Rama looked pensive thinking about the words of his friend.
"Yes, you think! I want to go home first, it's late afternoon," said Rudi.
Rudi stood up and then stepped leaving Rama alone in his little cottage in the middle of the forest.
Rama was still pensive to think about what his best friend said until he did not realize the azan maghrib began to reverberate, the darkness of the night now began to cover the blue sky.
"Astagfirullah, it's dark. Maghrib time has come in," he said.
Rama stood up and he stepped into the creek for ablution'.
Then he went into his cottage and closed the door of the little cottage.
The man of the village began to fulfill his duty of prayer maghrib, he prostrated on his alphabet begging for forgiveness for the sins he had committed.
After the Maghrib prayer Rama established the sunah ba'diyah prayer and then joined it with the prayer of repentance.
Rama returned to perform prayers of repentance, he wept for his actions.
Rama weeps for her irresponsible actions, she weeps for the suffering Diska endured during her childbearing, the seed of love she planted in the womb of the woman she loved before they separated.
Rama imagined how heavy the burden carried by Diska over the past 3 years.
"O Allah, forgive all my sins, forgive all my sins. I've put a burden on the life of a woman I love so much. I have made the woman I love carry a heavy burden of bearing, a heavy burden of raising a child born from the sins I have committed against her. Please, God! Forgive the great sin that I have committed," said Rama began to sob.
At the moment he felt himself to be a very cruel person. A man who is not responsible for the contempt he has done.
Rama wept over all the sins he committed, after he finished praying, he bowed down on his alphabet.
He kept pleading for his mistake.
"Oh my God, if you give me the opportunity to mend my relationship with the woman I love, then I promise never to waste it. I will make Diska and our son happy" said Rama.
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