Rainbow At the End of Dusk
Chapter 50

"Bah, Ilham please tell Ilham the address of Uncle Guna in central Java," please Ilham.

"For what?" ask Mr. Nugraha flatly.

"To correct the error of Ilham Pah," replied Ilham firmly with a bow.

After often listening to Parto's advice, Ilham decided to follow her employee's advice. Inspiration tries not to keep blaming itself but tries to show itself more responsible.

Inspiration must be at peace with itself and the circumstances, as Parto said. Inspiration began to reorganize his life by taking responsibility for the work and trust of the papah. He began to restore the old Inspiration, the friendly Inspiration and always think positive.

Mr. Nugraha was silent for a few minutes, he weighed a lot of things in his mind. Can he really trust his son this time?

"What guarantees can you give if papah wants to give Uncle Guna's address in central Java?" asked Mr. Nugraha with a full glance.

"This time Ilham just wanted to apologize, and. will never force Tia to be with Ilham again if she does not want to," replied Ilham with his head lowered.

Yes, this time he will be more accepting of all the consequences for his actions on Tia. This time he would not force his will if Tia did not want to take it back.

It has been two months since Tia left home, and this is the limit that Inspiration has as a human being. He was already unable to bear this kind of unclear situsi. So he was determined to get it done as quickly as he could.

If everything should end yes already, there should at least be a clear name for his relationship with Tia. In order to... Tia and herself can move on with each other's lives, right?

Problems will not be solved if they continue to be avoided, so Ilham decided to face them and make things clear as soon as possible. Tia deserves to be happy even without her, so she will no longer force Tia to stay with her if Tia is unhappy.

"All right." Mr. Nugraha got up from his seat and went to his desk.

He took out a piece of paper and wrote something with a bulpoint in his hand.

"Here, try as best as you can, son! not everyone in this world gets a second chance. So use this well," said Mr. Nugraha handed the piece of paper to Ilham.

Inspiration received that piece of paper with teary eyes.

"Thank you very much Pah" said Ilham sincerely.

"Take Papah's confidence this time with good Ham!"

"Definitely Pah."

Ilham rushed out of the papah's study and he entered his room in his parents' house.

He kept a piece of paper that the papah gave him well in his jacket pocket. Do not forget the piece of paper he photographed in case his physique was lost he still had his picture.

He packed some clothes if needed, then he booked a plane ticket through an online application. She also reserved a hotel room through an online app, in case she wasn't allowed to stay at her in-laws' house.

Ilham sighed deeply, noting once again his luggage and readiness to go to central java. Luckily yesterday he did apply for three days off work plus Saturday, so he had five days to finish his business in central Java.

Everything he has prepared well, the results will be enough to submit to the All-Knowing God.

"Bismillah..," he muttered softly as he dragged the suitcase outside the room.

After saying goodbye to his parents, he rushed to the airport using an online taxi.

His departure time was still two hours away, but he did not want to risk being late. It is better to wait at the airport than to miss the plane, he thought.

After traveling for several hours, he arrived at one of the airports in central Java. After making sure her luggage was complete she rushed to find a taxi to drive her to her in-laws' house.

Along the way, his chest pounded, his hands cold with nervousness. I don't know, he feels more nervous than before he said ijab qabul.

Throughout the journey Inspiration does not stop squeezing its own hands. In her brain she composed many apologies that she would pass on to her in-laws and Tia of course.

Dada Ilham pounded to see the house that was not far from the car he was riding. The light of the lamp illuminates it from the darkness of the night. Yeah, Ilham got here when the time showed at eight o'clock.

"Thank you sir" said ilham while giving some money to the taxi driver.

Ilham began to step out of the car by dragging his suitcase, with a definite step towards the house in front of him. When right in front of the entrance Ilham's chest pounded back, his hands trembled. There was a sound of a voice that was joking from inside the house.

Ilham sighed deeply, he swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. He has come here and can not retreat again, whatever the outcome later he must be able to deal with it.

"Bismillah..," he murmured softly before venturing to knock on the door in front of him.

"Assynoltomodel.." Ilham said his greetings on the sidelines of the knock on the door that he gave to the door leaf in front of him.

"Waalaikumsalam..," replied someone from inside the house.

Deg.

That voice, the voice that for two months Ilham longed for. The leaflet on his chest was getting crazier, ah it felt like his heart was racing like it wanted to get out of its contest. Inspiration held onto her chest trying to seduce her heart so that it could beat normally again.

When the door was opened, Ilham held his breath. Her eyes were now fixed with a brown eye bead belonging to someone she desperately longed for, an eye bead belonging to Tia.

He wants to hug his wife now. But no, he should be able to hold back, he should apologize first and then he can hope to hug his wife again.

"A Inspiration," Tia muttered softly, the look in her eyes showing shock.

Ilham smiled broadly at his wife who was looking at him in shock.

"Tia.. how are you?" That stale question escaped the mouth of Inspiration.

I miss you baby, I'd love Inspiration to utter that phrase. But no, his mouth was tight and his throat was choked. That yearning word could only be her shouting inwardly.

For a while Ilham and Tia just silently stared at each other without words and greetings. Their eyes sat for quite a long time, each other radiating longing through the glare of the eyes.

"Who's Tia?" ask a young man who is now right behind Tia. The question the young man asked broke eye contact between Ilham and Tia.

Dahi Ilham furrowed, looking at the young man with a fierce gaze. Is that easy to replace? Ilham looked at Tia who was now also looking at him.

"He... Who's Tia?" tanya Ilham quietly while holding back the anger in his chest that felt stifling.

"In-dia..."

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