Please Let go of me
Chapter 26 - Being romantic

In Palestine, a little girl sat pensively in the ruins of an almost flat building. So many memories in the ruins, where he lived when he had a complete family. Lamenting his fate of once again losing his loved ones, a brief encounter that makes Rasidha so fond of Saints that looks similar to her dead mother. 

Grasping the pendant he had just taken off, saw a unique carving that read "Holy" in Arabic. Grasping it tightly and sticking it on his chest, slightly reduced the sense of longing for his volunteer mother. A thread of clear liquid flowed profusely, occasionally as hiccups in light of the breakup that occurred three days ago. 

A sacrificial person sat down next to the girl, knowing how Rasidha had lost the Saints, and somehow they would meet again. "Uncle you know, must have missed the Holy Mother?" said Zaid who tried to cheer up the little girl. 

Rasidha replied with a nod of the head, a sobbing sound made Zaid unable to bear and hugged the tiny body. He also felt lost, a brief encounter that had to be let go, considering the Saints were husband status people. "I also miss him," his inner being tried to toughen up.

"Well, when the time comes we will meet him. Uh, what's in your grasp?" 

Rasidha immediately showed a distinctive carved pendant, a gift of Holy giving and fond memories. 

"The locket is so beautiful, where did you get it?" asked the curious Zaid, looking at the pendant inscribed with the name "Holy". "Is this what it is?" Rasidha nodded his head with great enthusiasm, immediately picked up the pendant and put it on the neck.

Zaid felt his old wounds re-open, always finding Rasidha in the ruins of the house. Guilt for killing both of the little girl's parents, but she has tried to make amends by taking very good care of the little girl, giving her family-like affection. "Everyone's looking for you, we better join them!" 

Rasidha shook his head, moving his hand against the invitation of the man wearing the turban. He still wanted to linger there, just letting go of the longing for his family. Staring at the face of the adult man next to her, was paying attention to something. 

"Why see me like that?" 

Rashida simply shook her head, and ran towards the direction to the foundation, leaving Zaid alone. "Did he recognize my face?" his mutter who was so afraid that if it happened, could not accept the hatred from the girl. 

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For several days, Zufar did not go to the office, preferring to be with his first wife and indulge as best he could. He did not even allow Saints to get out of bed, making himself a backrest. 

"If Mas has always been here, what about Siska?"

"There's Mama looking after her, I've seen her condition, and she's fine." Sahut Zufar while feeding the wife. 

"But he needs you too, to contain the seed from you, ma'am." Suci tried to direct the husband to be fair, because the decision had been taken by Zufar when he decided to marry Siska secretly a year ago. 

"Later to see how things are going, now finish your food. From today on I will be working in the office, my assistant that can not be expected. A lot of work was abandoned, and I had to step in." 

"Aamiin, it's time to pray ashar." Zufar glanced at the clock in his hand which was time to face the Khalik. 

"We pray together, Mas, has not been together for a long time," exclaimed the Holy One who was very excited and enthusiastic.

"But..your condition?" 

"We're not at war, Mom." 

"Yes.iya, I know. Today you win, we pray in congregation at your request." It was Zufar who made the two smile, a moment they had long since passed.

Zufar helped Saints, carrying the body of the wife, accompanied while taking ablution water. After that, the two unfurled two prayer mats, whereupon the man became a priest for his mother. Fervent prayer, in the silence of the atmosphere. Facing the Rabb, carrying out obligations as a Muslim. 

After the greeting, do not forget to recite and pray. Put both pairs of hands together, with prayers offered by each individual. "O Allah, give blessings in every path we take. Strengthen the foundation of a household that is almost cracked, give us the pleasure to keep going on what you want. Aamiin," Holy murmured inwardly, rubbing his face using both hands.

The saint crawled to the side of the husband, immediately grabbed his hand and kissed him. Zufar replied by kissing his wife's forehead. Both look romantic, they smile happily, the man also stroked the stomach is still flat, do not forget to kiss it too. "Hurry to birth, son. I can't wait for your birth."

"Father will have to wait another eight months to see me" said the Holy One who mimicked the voice of a toddler. 

"Oh, really? Can't it be accelerated?" 

"No, I'm still growing. So, be patient until the time comes."

"Huh, what a pity." Complain Zufar who pretends to sulk. 

A pair of eyes were looking at the romance of two lovebirds, the anger in the heart was radiated through his gaze. Squeeze the tip of his clothes, and grit his teeth trying to stay patient. "Since the presence of the Holy Mother, I was abandoned. Zufar's entire priority was only on him, did they not think about how I felt being hurt?" muttered Siska furiously.

"Are you starting to peek at them now?" someone's chirp made Siska immediately turn to the source of the voice.

"Mama, since when are you standing there?" 

"Since you've been blabbering indistinctly."