Miss Alexa
Hanum's Secret

Zoya walks out of the car. After hearing from Mbak Litta if Hanum stays at the store, Zoya immediately asks the driver to drive her there. Anxiety makes him unable to wait for Hans to come home. He should know why Hanum chose to stay at the store why not just go home in case of trouble.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ms. Zoya." said Ms. Litta who was standing behind the cashier's desk when she saw Zoya's presence.

"Waalaikum greetings, Ma'am. Hanumnya there?" asked Zoya who had stopped for a moment in front of her employees.

"She, Mom. It seems to be in the back house." Litta replied.

"All right, I'll go there first. This is food for Mbak Litta and others" Zoya said, handing out a large plastic bag containing rice boxes to all her employees.

The petite, earthy woman walked in search of a figure she loved so much. He opened the door of the room that was slightly open. Her daughter was sobbing by the window. Really, his heart ached to see it. Hanum is not the type of person who cries easily, but the stuffing this time really makes him understand if his daughter is in serious trouble.

"Darling...!" call Zoya to open the door of the room with a little width. Immediately she stepped closer to Hanum who was trying to wipe her tears.

"When did Mama come?" Hanum tried to remove the trace of sadness in his tears.

" Why are you crying? What's the matter? Why not talk to Mom? " laughter Zoya then hugged her daughter tightly. His heart was like it was sliced when he saw the sadness from the look of his daughter's beautiful face.

"Why not go home, baby?" Hearing her mother's question, Hanum could only shut up. It felt like he was unable to tell her the problem that out of nowhere he had to start.

Zoya still stared fixedly at the pretty eyes that became her duplicate. I don't know, what his daughter is currently thinking but she knows for sure that Hanum is feeling down. Maybe she has a problem with her husband? Zoya's mind is still guessing.

"Honey, Man is a weak creature, for that man is obliged to bow down before God. Don't be ashamed to admit our weakness." said Zoya to persuade Hanum to tell a story, which she understood her daughter always hid her weakness and sadness from anyone.

Instantly, Hanum's eyes returned watery. Really, he felt bad at the moment. All this time, he felt strong and well. But, if as a human being it can not be denied if many problems that sometimes make it worse.

"Sometimes telling stories to people you think you can trust can make you a lot better. Not to open a disgrace, but to find a different point of view that can be a consideration for the next." continued Zoya while wiping the tears that continue to drip on the cheeks of her daughter's cabi. He continued to persuade Hanum to be more open with him.

"Mama... " Hanum hugged his mother, his sobbing sounded even stronger than before. As if to spill all the burdens of such an excruciating thought.

Perhaps, this was currently quite a rare sight for the twenty-two-year-old girl while she was spilling all of her heart. But, he thought there was nothing wrong with what his mother said.

"Darling, you can tell Mama what happened!" pinta Zoya gently, she hopes to become a pedestal for all the anxiety of her beautiful daughter.

"Ma, Hanum wants to split with Arkha's sister!" hanum's words made Zoya instantly gasp in shock.

"Well why, honey? If there's a problem talk good." Zoya is getting agitated.

"Ma, my marriage to Arkha's sister is not like usual. Arkha's sister still loves another girl. Mama knows, right, Papa forced Arkha to marry Hanum." Hanum's sentence glided along with a sense of tightness that was growing. His love clapped one hand, all this time he was trying to make room for Arkha, but after seeing the incident earlier this afternoon in the cafe, Hanum had already given up. Love cannot be forced and it is from the heart not the mind.

Zoya tried to strengthen her heart. This time, he could not speak more. She still wants to know how Arkha really is and she still feels hard if her daughter's marriage runs aground at her young age.

"Darling, you should talk directly to Arkha. Only you two can solve this problem. But, Mama beg you better go home! If you don't want to go home with your husband. You can go home to Mom and Dad. We will always be there for you." Zoya then made Hanum nod, she no longer had the strength to resist or rebel.

Eventually they moved home. Even so, Zoya still does not feel calm hearing the story of her daughter's household. Still clasping her little daughter's hand, Zoya walks toward the car parked in the shop yard.

"Hanum's... " The baritone's voice sounded so jarring as Hanum and Zoya were about to get into the car.

Hanum turned his head, Arkha just got out of his car with a face that was already red. It was seen that his jaw was hardened the tall man walked over to Hanum with a few pieces of paper in his hand.

"Ma, can you leave us both? There's something we want to talk about together" Arkha said after being in front of the two women.

"All right, you guys have to solve your problems, but please after that, take Hanum to Mama's house!" pinta Zoya gently. Seeing the anger in Arkha's eyes, Zoya still feels worried even though she believes Arkha will not hurt Hanum. The beautiful and graceful woman also stepped away with her car.

"Talk what else, brother? It's all over, I know it all. In fact, after this Kak Arkha is free to be with the person that Big Brother Loves." said Hanum straight to the point. His heart was broken with this state of affairs, but he did not want to force the person in his heart to stay together.

Arkha did not reply to Hanum, he immediately pulled Hanum's arm towards the back house that was in the store by holding back the emotions that were still bursting in his heart. He simply did not want his problem with Hanum to become public consumption as some eyes had already noticed him since earlier.

Hanum himself just followed Arkha's steps, for some reason he felt shrill as Arkha's firm jaw snapped restraining emotions. This was the first time Arkha had looked so angry.

"Jeder... " Arkha slammed the room space that Hanum occupied, she knew that space was indeed special for the Owner.

"Is this Hanum?" arkha asked, her voice so loud as she waved the paper raised by her hand.

"Jawab Hanum...!" arkha's snapping made Hanum tiptoe, Her tears instantly dripping, this was the first time someone had snapped at her so hard adding to the pain in her chest.

"You mean to leave our marriage? Are you going to leave with my permission or not?" Arkha weakened his voice when he saw Hanum cry, it was heartless to see Hanum like that at this moment. But he was completely overcome with emotion.

"Where did Arkha get it?" lirih Hanum, he felt that he had kept it all planned to study abroad, but still Arkha saw some forms and copies of the university he wanted to run.

"That's not important... " Arkha sighed, trying to control all the emotions that had already taken hold of her heart. Knowing Hanum planned to leave him, his heart was already angry, not even if he did it silently. Yes, Hanum never discussed everything with him, so he was sure that Hanum would deliberately run away with him.

The man then looked at Hanum so sharply. He knew Hanum, if he already wanted something no one would stop him. Moreover, their marriage started without love even though he loved Hanum very much. In fact, his life is getting used to the girl, his naivety, his stubbornness and sometimes the attention hidden behind his insolence. The spoiled Hanum, makes the girl seem unique to Arkha.

"If you really want it and are not comfortable with me. I'll let you go!" lirih Arkha was full of emphasis, although she was disappointed with Hanum, but there was nothing that could be done for Hanum except to leave the girl to her will.

Hanum again sobbed, his body sitting on the edge of the bed. Instantly his bones felt limp, even to stare at the man in front of him he was already unable to. Is this what love feels like to clap one hand? He squeezed his chest that was painful. All this time, he felt like everything was going to be as good as he thought. It turns out, when someone who has become a part of our lives and hearts will release us, it turns out that it feels so painful.