My Wife Drabia's
51. A lesson

After the death of Ansel, Drabia and Mr. Ilham. From earlier, Nimas' mother was still pecking at where she stood. Drabia turns out to be his daughter, and Ansel the son of Mutia and Pak Hendry.

He used to cheat deliberately, because he could not bear to hear the insults from his husband Hendry's family. He was always said to be barren, so he intended to try it with another man. Wishing she could get pregnant even if it wasn't Hendry's son.

But a few months did the kezi. Nimas' mother did not also become pregnant and made him despair. Because he could not bear to continue to hear the insults of the Hendry family. Nimas' mother asked Mutia, a maid at her house to marry Hendry. To give birth to a child for them, unbeknownst to the Hendry family.

Six months into a polygamous household. Mutia, not pregnant. And the attitude of Mutia who wanted to master Hendry, made Mother Nimas not like it. There was a quarrel between Nimas and Mutia. To make their relationship bad.

"I didn't set you up, Inspiration. But Mutia set us up. He wants my household and Hendry destroyed" said Nimas.

**

Ansel and Drabia, who were sitting in the back passenger seat of Mr. Ilham's car, were equally silent and pensive along the road they were traveling. They are still as shaken as the reality of themselves.

What's more, Drabia, she doesn't think that her real mother is Nimas' mother. People who have loved him and at the same time want to eliminate him with the Father.

Until Mr. Ilham parked his car in the yard of a house. The couple remained silent with empty eyes ahead. Both of them were like breathing statues.

Seeing that, Mr. Ilham sighed. This is what Mr. Ilham thinks if he tells the reality of Drabia and Ansel. But indeed seeing that both of them are adults and even married, they deserve to know their genealogy.

"Drabia, Ansel, let's go down, we have arrived" said Mr. Ilham. But the two human children were still unaware of the daydreams of both.

Mr. Ilham opened the door beside him, then went down and opened the door beside Ansel.

"Ansel" called him to pat the young man on the shoulder.

Ansel regained his senses and immediately turned his head towards Pak Ilham who was bowing towards him.

"Bring your wife out of the car" said Mr. Ilham again.

Ansel was still silent, he turned his gaze outside the car glass, watching the house in front of him. Ansel did not know whose house it was, but could have guessed that it was the home of Mr. Ilham and Drabia. Then Ansel nodded his head.

Mr. Ilham put his feet first into the house. And Ansel got out of the car, walked to the door beside Drabia, and opened it.

"Drabia, we've arrived" Ansel said.

Drabia turned to her with her face still wet with tears.

Their lives are as sad as they are, but Ansel must be stronger, in order to strengthen Drabia. Ansel lifted Drabia out of the car. Carrying the body into the house. Although Drabia can actually walk, and has no problems on both legs.Drabia who was carried, leaning his head to Ansel's chest.

"She's a cruel woman" said Drabia again shed her tears. His heart was very sick, hearing the woman who gave birth to him throw it away.

"Don't think about it anymore" Ansel replied.

Actually the sadder one is, Ansel. He doesn't have two parents anymore. Papa and the woman who gave birth to him have been gone for a long time. And the family of her parents, Ansel doesn't know who.

Maybe because Ansel was raised by Nimas' mother. Makes her family not care about her. Or maybe his Papa's family doesn't know he's Hendry's real son. So Ansel is not considered part of the family.

Only Mr. Inspiration knows that.

"Take your wife to the room" said Mr. Ilham after the house.

"Above" replied Mr. Ilham.

With great effort, Ansel climbed the stairs carrying Drabia in his carrier. Hm! heavy, what's more than two years ago, it looks like his wife's body has grown full. While Ansel's body grew thin.

At the door of Drabia's room, Ansel was forced to lower his wife, unable to open the door. When it opened, they entered. Ansel immediately closed the door and locked it tightly.

"Drabia" called Ansel to lift his wife's body back, take her to bed, put her down with a very careful heart. Then Ansel laid his body beside Drabia. Hugging the body tightly, like fear of loss. They also returned just as silent with their respective minds.

Mr. Ilham himself, he also sat pensively beside his wife who slept asleep in bed. After twenty years of keeping the secret itself. Now Mr. Ilham felt his chest plong, after telling the truth.

**

Early morning, hearing the dawn. Drabia awakens from her sleep. Although his eyes are still very sleepy due to lack of sleep all night, he must still wake up to carry out his duties as a servant of God.

Drabia opened her eyelids, then closed them back when she saw a faint handsome face above her face.

"Morning!" greet the man who was awake all night.

Drabia again opened her eyelids, making sure that the handsome man next to her was her husband.

Ansel reviewed his smile, then kissed Drabia's cheek from the side. Ansel raised one hand, stroking the beautiful face of Drabia.

"We started all from the beginning. Whatever our past, I don't think we need to think about it anymore. All we need to think about is how we're going ahead." Ansel paused his sentence, looking at Drabia lovingly." Now I just realized, if the past is a learning. Whether it's a bad past or a good one. All of that is a life process to mature humans" continued Ansel.

Drabia silently replied to Ansel's view, choosing to listen to what Ansel would say next.

Ansel took one hand out of Drabia, and then kissed her."Thanks for coming back." Ansel kissed the back of the hand in his hand again." I'm sorry I hurt you, insulting you so low. Has been prejudiced against you. I'm sorry Drabia."

Drabia nodded her head slowly, smiling.

"I love you" said Ansel, again peeling the back of his wife's hand. This time it took a long time.

"Related?"

Drabia was still doubtful about her husband's love.

"Tell me how I can prove it baby" said Ansel, not removing his lips from Drabia's hand.

Drabia further commented on his smile, his face seemed to sparkle with pleasure. It's her dream wedding. Where the husband treats her with affection. Just called darling, the happiness in the heart of Drabia has been bloated.

Drabia sat his body, directly assisted by Ansel. Drabia also brought his face closer to the face that had been sitting next to him. Slowly Drabia ventured to kiss Ansel's lips at a glance. Then her hand caressed her husband's handsome face.

"Be my Imam, lead me closer to the Khalik. Make me a good wife beside you" Drabia said with tears dripping from the corner of her eye.

Without aba Aba Ansel kissed his wife's lips. Let go of her yearning for two years.

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