My Husband My Hero
31.Trying to forgive

Alisa came down the stairs with a limp body. The guidance this time, made him a little upset. Hoping it had not been revised but it turned out that there was still too much that he had to fix. The white face that looked even paler, ever since his quarrel with Dika made him lose his spirit. There was a sense of loss but also a sense of anger towards her husband.

"Alisa.." the soft voice stopped her steps and a moment later she stopped and turned her head.

"Al, I'm sorry. I don't know if Bang Dika is married to you. Really, it's not my max to disturb your relationship" Najwa said, feeling guilty.

"That's my family business, Ma'am." replied Alisa in a flat tone.

"Our relationship took too long to break, and I don't know about your marriage either." Najwa is still trying to explain to Alisa.

"Sorry Mom, I have to go. Oh yes, about our household it's our business there is nothing to do with Madam Najwa" said Alisa who then left the woman who was still filled with guilt.

Alisa walked towards the fork in the road not far from the campus. Since then he really wanted to buy rujak from Abang who went there. Just imagine making his saliva as hard to contain.

His steps stopped after Marcy's sedan stopped right near him.

"Al, come on in!" Handoko's voice made Alisa approach her.

"Where are you going?" handoko.

"Al want to run in that corner, Pa!" point Alisa at a fork that is still seven meters away.

"Will you accompany Papa to lunch?" handoko asks Alisa.

"Sure, Pa!" alisa replied who then got in the car.

The black Marcy stopped right at the fork. And then Alisa came down for a moment and went back in with two packs of fruit.

"Al, where's your car?" search Handoko.

"There is Pa. .. only Alisa Males brought a car." explained Alisa.

"Do you need to replace it with a new one?"

"No, Pa! Al, still likes the white guy." explains Alisa. 

The driver of Papa Handoko stopped his car right in front of the Japanese restaurant that had been instructed by his master since.

Handoko embraces her daughter towards the Vip room she has ordered, a closed room and enough privacy. He just wanted to spend his time with the Princess who always left longing and guilt in the middle-aged man's heart.

"Did you hear you're back in the apartment? Are you having a problem with Dika?" handoko's question made Alisa turn towards her papa.

"No, Pa! Alisa just wants to be there for a while!" alisa's reply made Handoko smile towards her daughter. She was still the same Alisa, who always kept her own sadness.

"Papa has met Dika. He told me everything. Al, every household has its own liking. To forgive each other, to accept each other would be better." Seeing Alisa who was looking down made handoko pause her sentence.

"Al, I don't think Dika is a bad man! He was guilty, even when he admitted to slapping you, it felt like papa wanted to beat him up. But, everyone will make mistakes. Like your Papa. A man who made a mistake with three women at once. Mama Meylin, Mama Liana and you, Al!" handoko said with glassy eyes. Remembering Meylin the best woman who ever filled his life.

"Pa, don't be like that! Papa is still the best man Alisa has!" Alisa clasped her Papa's hand tightly.

"Daughter, embrace your father. Papa misses you, Al!" Alisa hugged her papa, Alisa's heart was filled with excitement as the longing words sounded so deep.

"My daughter don't let the problem dissolve any longer. It will make your relationship unhealthy" Handoko said by stroking Alisa's head.

"Al, take good care of yourself! And be a wise wife." said Handoko by hugging her daughter tightly.

They had spent the day just sharing, wanting to shed long-suffered longings. Alisa refuses, when Papa Handoko offers to drive her because Alisa has to shop first.

"Al, .." The baritone's voice made him turn his head.

The sturdy man was carrying a suitcase and his backpack was walking towards Alisa who was about to open the door of her apartment.

"I'll move in with you, Al!" said Dika with a clear face.

"Whatever you are, my. I said don't you keep trying to get in!" answer Alisa by opening the apartment door.

Dika sighed heavily, gathering all his patience to face his now fierce and jutek woman.

Alisa put down her black crackle and took out two dishes and a spoon.

"Eat first, Mum! I didn't cook just oyster shrimp sauce and capcay."

"You still sick, Al?"ask Dika curiously.

"No, Mas. Just a little tired. Eat first, first! I'm gonna fall down!" Dika looked at Alisa's back which was slowly disappearing from her sight.

Dika sat his butt in the chair stunned. Angry at all, Alisa never ignored him and it makes the guilt that torments him even more.

Dika brought a plate of rice with shrimp oyster sauce approached Alisa.

"Al ... eat first!" dika said by approaching Alisa who was lying weak.

"I don't want to, Mom!" answer Alisa who then turned her back to Dika.

"Al, I'm sorry. But, don't make my mistake of making you sick!" lirih Dika with the corner of her eyes that had runny.

Hearing his wife sobbing softly made his heart ache" Al .. If my presence hurt you, I'll go, Al!" lirih Dika by touching Alisa's shoulder.

"Big, Dika...!" Alisa got up and tightly hugged the man in front of her with a restrained sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Al" said Dika. Dika stretched Alisa's embrace and looked at the woman with glassy eyes.

"We're going to start again, Mom!" lirih Alisa looked up at her husband's black bead.

"With Love. I love you my wife, my woman!" said Dika who then kissed the woman's forehead in front of him.

"Now eat! I'll bribe you." said Dika by taking back the plate he had placed on the nightstand.

"I don't want to eat rice, Mas! I was wrapping a rickshaw near campus."

"Al .. eat rice first, just eat rujak!" persuade Dika once again.

Drt. ..drt.

Dika picked up Alisa's phone next to her. Mama Liana's? Dika had scrunched his forehead when Mama Liana's name was clearly displayed.

"Yes hello, Ma!" alisa answered while picking up the phone and only a few moments later Alisa's body collapsed unconscious.

"Al.." shouted Dika in panic.

Seriate....

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