Pursuing the Love of My Husband
The Part 62 MCS

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Half of My Husband's life.

# One Billion.#

The sound of a hearse roars, from a distance has filled my eardrum. After news from the police told me that my husband had an accident and died on the spot. I really don't believe it.

A few minutes ago, he was just happily married when he was about to go to work at an Abi boarding school, where my husband taught religious knowledge to the students there. I don't think, on Friday morning, God took it.

To leave me, to end the happiness of four years I felt so perfect.

The world seemed to collapse instantly. It is inconceivable how painful it is to lose a priest, a friend of joy and sorrow, a soulmate.

"Mas Azzam." I shuddered.

Wanting to scream but not enough power, even the voice that was usually high, was now choked. My heart is like it's split in two, my heart seems to stop beating.

The white car stopped.

My husband's sister approached the hearse in tears, reaching for Mas Azzam's mute body.

"Maaaassss.." I cried out in tears, my eyes were dark, the world was not friendly.

My tears became more and more when the body of Mas Azzam lay in the middle of the living room, unable to look at the handsome face that I love so much is now lifeless.

"Patience Fiza."

I felt dumb to hear the word patient thousands of times said from neighbors and relatives come to worship. I can't answer...

To me, Mas Azzam is still alive.

"Ikhlas Kak Fiza, everything is predestined by Almighty God. Mas Azzam died martyrdom, ablution and handsome face without any injury."

That's my sister's advice, Nur.

It is true, Mas Azzam died with a radiant face, not even a trace of pain on his face, just as he slept soundly on the nights he was with me. Although yes, the back of the head was cracked, with a brain that was hit hard, of course he would not survive.

My tears came down hard, not because I was not sincere. But I'm grieving, losing an incredible love, a great man, the father of our only child, Arafah.

Until the funeral.

A drop of rain falls right on my nose.

I looked up at the completely dark sky in the third of the day, I turned to Arafah who still did not understand anything, he just sat watching the lump of land that was parallel to his chest.

"We should go home first, sister." said the sister of my husband.

I was reluctant to move, still wanting to remain beside the tomb of Mas Azzam who for me could really be embraced to release the longing.

"The love of Arafah" said Achmad Hairudin again, he was a young Sergeant. My husband's brother had just finished his military education two days ago. Even had to watch his brother die, indeed he was feeling the loss, considering all this time Mas Azzam who had sent school and met all his needs.

I finally gave up. "I go home Mas." I wilt as I sweep away tears, home with a heavy heart.

The sky was getting darker towards Ashar, from a distance heavy rain was approaching. Seconds by seconds until it became a gripping minute, when water from above the sky seemed to spill on the roof of my modest house, was describing my sorrow for the loss of Azzam.

"People who hit Mas Azzam's motorcycle are dying."

I can't say anything, even if he stays alive and then in prison, of course it can't make Mas Azzam's life back. Indirectly I also want the hitter dead.

"Astaghfirullah." Just one word can I say for the pain of loss. Only God knows how broken my heart is.

"We're going to the police station tomorrow morning. To be clear all the cases and they can not be separated just like that." said Ahmad again, as a member of the military, of course he knows what to take care of his case, like what, although he has just graduated and only get one Sunday off, but his presence is quite helpful. Because if I just myself come to the police station, of course I won't be able to. Just stand up I can barely.

Next day.

I went to the police station with a pale face, puffy eyes and a red nose. Of course because all night I cried.

"Sorry, the suspect's family could not come because the suspect himself is still critical. Nevertheless, I as the attorney of the family of the suspect will be responsible, and give the compensation to take care of the victims, as well as for the continuation of the lives of the family left behind by one billion."

I stood up quickly, my chest claustrophobic with tears couldn't possibly be weathered.

"Hyawa Mas Azzam cannot be exchanged for money" I said with great emotion, making all parties surprised by my refusal.

"But this is a manifestation of our sense of responsibility for your family Mrs Hafizah." the lawyer spoke again.

"Responsibility isn't just about you being valued with money. Where's the family of the suspect whose identity you guys just covered up!" again, I was angry.

"Is it not clear that the suspect is critical?" The lawyer was emotionally disturbed. "If calculated losses, of course our side suffered many losses even many times, many times, the suspect's 2 Billion-dollar car was completely damaged in front of a power pole and the driver himself was seriously injured, his face was smashed, his legs and arms broken!"

"Then what about the dead Mas Azzam!" I screamed the more I couldn't control myself. "Is it because my husband is just a motorcyclist and you are willing to pay for his life with money?"

"You should be grateful we're still_"

"Stop!" a police officer stopped the already mixed-emotion debate.

"Look sir, we want to meet with one of the family parties, so that my brother-in-law is not too disappointed." Ahmad mediates.

"I told you that my client has privacy! Not just anyone can meet them!"

"Alright, then tell your master that. I don't need the money!"

"Mrs!"

I chose to come out of the room with tears growing, my heart is not strong enough to argue today.

"Sister!" Ahmad chased after me, grabbed my hand.

"They thought Mas Azzam's life could be bought!" I was angry with Ahmad.

"It's not like that, brother, but the money you can use to continue living with Arafah." Ahmad persuaded.

"They want to be free from guilt in an easy way. By accepting the money, it means I forgive the culprit. By God, I can't. Let them live with guilt forever."

"Sister!"

Brugh!

Intention to leave Ahmad, even accidentally hit someone who seemed to be fixated on hearing my conversation.

His hands held my limpid body, I could feel that a handsome man of Azzam's age was trembling. Even the finger that accidentally touched the back of my hand felt cold.

"Sorry." He said as if he were frightened.