Night Destiny
Repeating the Same Mistake

"What is the condition of Salsa, Mas?" asked Anya who saw Danar enter their room.

Looking at her husband who was just silent, Anya suspected that something had happened. "Why keep quiet. Salsa and its contents are fine, right?."

Danar shook his head weakly, "He miscarried!."

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Anya dropped her body on the edge of the bed. He squeezed his chest that was so painful. Seeing that, Danar immediately rested on the legs of the wife. "I'm sorry, His. Sorry!," the man couldn't hold back his tears. He's really sorry.

"Why do you always get carried away with emotions, Mas. You've always been hard to control yourself. You see the consequences of your actions. You killed our granddaughter!!" cried Anya.

Danar hugged his wife's legs, his crying was unable to make Anya's anger subside. The woman hit the husband's chest. "You're killers. You're a murderer!."

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Danar choked, the memory of the events of several years ago appeared instantly. Gita once said she was a killer when their baby was gone. Anya continued to beat her husband's chest, venting disappointment and heartache at the man's actions.

"Why do you repeat the same mistake. You should learn from past mistakes. It is not enough that the son of Mbak Gita and Tari who died in vain. Now you also killed my grandson!!."

"I-I didn't mean to kill them, Him. I have no intention at all" said Danar.

"But in fact you killed them. Now get out of here. I don't want to see your face anymore!!."

"His, I'm sorry. I beg you to forgive me!."

"Go. I said go!!."

Danar was forced out of the room. He could not see the anger and tears of his wife. Anya is the most patient wife. Always remind him if he's guilty. But Danar sometimes neglect and heed the woman's advice.

"Pa, what's wrong? I heard Mama screaming. You quarreled?."

"We just have a little problem. Papa, take your mama first!."

The man stepped foot down the stairs. Take the car keys and drive them. Despite having no purpose, Danar left.

Satisfied you Danar. You're killers. After your son, now you kill your grandson. How bad* you're Danar. It flows in the heart.

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Maria just arrived at the hospital. He walked with Gita to Salsa's room. His daughter-in-law did not say much. But there was sadness in his eyes.

"Come, Mom. You're the one Salsa needs the most right now. I'll just wait outside!." Maria nodded, she opened the door and walked towards the bed where her daughter was.

"Son, are you okay?."

Salsa looked at Maria, the woman's cry broke seeing her foster mother coming. Maria immediately hugged her daughter, trying to calm her grieving daughter.

"He's gone, Mother. He left me. I'm not a good mother because that's why Alalh took it!."

"Std. Don't say it like that. God loved him more until he took it first. You must be strong, this is a trial for your household!."

"When I can continue my household, if the reason for our marriage is no longer there. I can't go on, Bun. I can't!."

Maria was aghast, "Why are you talking like that? Azka hurt you? He asked you to leave because your son is no more?."

Salsa shook her head, "She never asked me to leave. I just don't deserve to be by her side anymore. Who am I? Only ordinary women came from orphanages. He deserves to be happy to achieve his own happiness of course without me!."

Mary looked at her daughter wistfully, "Marriage is not an easy thing to start and end. Marriage is a sacred thing. Unite two people with two different characters. Different views, different traits, different attitudes and backgrounds. In wading through the household certainly will not escape the problem. Everything must be done both, well communicated. Not by taking a unilateral decision that would hurt any one of you. Azka doesn't want a farewell, does she? It means he accepts you whatever shortcomings you have."

Salsa recalls her argument with her husband. He was in a dilemma, confused and worried. Salsa thought, mumpung heart has not been adrift more deeply for the husband, then parting was not a problem.

"Let's not until you're sorry for making the wrong decision, son. Think carefully before you decide to step up!."

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Azka smokes cigarettes for no matter how many times. He was still angry with Salsa's words. How could the woman ask Salwa to return. Although only known and married for a few days, there was no intention of Azka's heart to pray let alone leave Salsa. Salsa is his wife, and will forever remain that way.

"Bao. Stop, you're not a smoker. Why do you smoke now?."

Saga took a cigarette in his brother's hand. The man came with his parents to the hospital. Now in the room of his sister-in-law there is Gita, Dirga also Miss Maria who has arrived from the city of B.

"Give, Ga. Don't ruin my mood!."

But Saga did not give what his brother asked for. It made Azka cluck, "Go, Ga. I want to be alone!."

"Are you fighting with brother-in-law?" guess. Sagas.

Azka looked at her sister, "Not fighting. Just a little arguing!."

"What a difference, Bang. Same point. What are you guys debating? Brother-in-law asked you to go back to Salwa?."

"How do you know?" asked Azka in surprise.

Saga smiled, "Women are sensitive creatures. Especially the sister-in-law who just lost her child. Of course it was a very heavy thing and made him hit. You were forced to get married because sister-in-law got pregnant first. And now, your son is gone. He would have such thoughts. There is no more bond between you. And that's what sister-in-law might be worried about."

"Maybe he's worried about that?."

"Can. What can she keep with you if the child in her womb is gone!."

"But I don't think so. The departure of our son is not his fault. I'm guilty of Salsa's miscarriage to save me!" said Azka.

Saga looked at her brother, "You love brother-in-law?."

"Yes. And it seems, since the first time we met!."

Now Saga smiled, "Then your duty is only one."

"What?."

"Make sister-in-law fall in love with you!."