
"I am Ihsan Rauf, the witness behind the events of twenty years ago."
Those loud words made things in the room quiet, silent. Everyone locked their mouths tightly still in disbelief.
One of the prosecutors said, "You.. Aren't you mayor, City V?"
"That's right, my mayor, City V," I Ihsan caught Basima's attention.
The old woman widened her gaze, surprised instead of playing. The only witness who at that time heard all his plans to harm the informant of Ashraf's family was present at the trial.
Basima got up from her seat and faced Ihsan in disbelief. His hands clenched firmly with his dark brown eyeballs rolling on Ayana who was sitting behind the mayor's back.
As the two women looked at each other, the painter grinned softly making Basima grow furious.
"No! Honorable judge, the woman" pointed it at Ayana. "The woman's been working with this mayor to set me up."
"Surely the woman gave him some money to blame me. Ba-how can the mayor-"
"You're wrong, Madam. We didn't trap you, but... You yourself admit your mistake," retorted Ayana who now let out a voice.
"This is evidence of footage on CCTV of the downtown art building. The perpetrator admitted his guilt and also injured the victim. Honorable judge, you can see the circumstances of the victim itself," Hanut Haidan handed the tape to the judge, then pointed to Ayana as the victim for the crime of Basima the other day.
"There was also an Ashraf family brooch pin left on the scene. It is likely that the perpetrator hastily left and did not realize that any of his belongings had fallen," Ayana's lawyer continued, handing the small object to the judge.
Other evidence was given and increasingly led to Basima.
"You think I can't do this? I should have killed you twenty years ago, too, with your parents' ashes."
Basima's hoarse voice buzzed in the room. Everyone was again surprised to hear his confession, as well as the judge who saw scene after scene before the speech was thrown.
The bespectacled middle-aged man looked up directly to Ayana. He frowned how the wound that was still wet on the head was wrapped in the hijab.
"Can you tell me what happened twenty years ago?" ask the judge for the only witness.
Ihsan nodded and began to tell from the beginning of his arrival to the perfume company of the Ashraf family until asked to be a witness whether the Basima people actually burned the Nakazima building.
He also defended himself, if at that time he quickly called the fire department. However, the incident still killed ten people directly at the scene.
"Basima Ashraf you were declared a criminal twenty years ago. Will the victim testify again? Is this case still being run or-"
"Ayana, please let go of Grandma. Poor thing, if grandma had to spend the rest of her time behind bars," said Mega again.
One by one they asked Ayana for help to forgive Basima's behavior. The woman grinned and shook her head.
"Their mood changed very quickly, earlier...they chided us and now ask for forgiveness? It's amazing" Ayana said in her mind.
The painter rose from his seat looking at all the members of the husband's family and ended up in Basima.
The old woman also developed a smile without guilt. Ayana snorted softly while clenching both strong hands.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Suddenly he thought about how the pain of the fire that burned ten people there, especially father and mother.
He could not imagine what their screams would be like when the fire champ devoured their bodies without access to an exit.
He closed his eyes tightly trying to calm himself, then vaguely shadow about his parents when he was unconscious alighted again.
"Don't hold grudges and forgive others' mistakes. That is what makes our lives worthwhile. Because everything has its own provisions."
He opened his eyes again displaying his iris.
"I-" Silently welcomed, the atmosphere in the courtroom was again silent, silent. All attention leads to one point.
"I have forgiven all the mistakes made by Ashraf's elder Basima Ahsraf. However, as we know, what we have planted someday must be harvested as well."
"I forgive all his mistakes, but the law must go on and apply. I'm handing everything over to the authorities."
After saying that Ayana came out of the trial room which immediately also heated up.
One by one the family members uttered the word no longer wearing as long as his feet stepped.
Ayana's face turned cold and sharp, the look in her eyes showed firmness no matter what they said and threw it at her.
Because for Ayana to be at the point now is also very enough. He does not want to sacrifice himself for useless things.
While both hands are in the pocket of the coat, the footsteps wrapped in heels also deliver him kaluar.
Everyone who supported Ayana smiled widely. Zidan hurried from there and followed where his wife was going.
...***...
"Assalamu'alaikum, father, ma'am. I'm sorry, if Ayana could just take the time to come."
"Well, yeah.. are you guys okay there? Here, Ayana is fine. Mama and I don't have to worry, there are people here who love Ayana."
"Well, yeah.. What did you feel at that moment? Does it hurt so much?"
Ayana could not help but cry, as tears fell down her cheeks. Both of his legs were not able to support his own weight, making him immediately rest next to the mound of land.
He hid his watery face in the palm of his hand. Isakan immediately sounded heartbreaking to remove the silence in the tomb.
Not long after, he felt someone pin another coat on his shoulder.
"Assalamu'alaikum, mother, father. I'm sorry for making your daughter cry and get hurt."
"I also apologize for my grandmother's actions. Her behavior has made Ayana suffer a lot."
"However, you don't have to worry, I will make Ayana happy anytime. For that, father, mother, I beg the blessing of our marriage."
"I love Ayana very much. I want to spend the rest of my life with him and also I hope we can be together in the realm of eternity."
Ayana was stunned to hear the husband's confession. All this time he did not suspect that Zidan had helped him to reveal the truth of Basima.
Although he also realized it must not be easy for Zidan to get through this. However, the husband still supports whatever his decision.
Ayana turned her head to the side watching the firmness as well as the seriousness on her handsome face.
Getting attention, Zidan also turned his head and faced the wife.
He immediately embraces Ayana bringing her into his arms. At once also the cry of the wife broke which he had been holding.
"It's gonna be okay, honey. You're a great kid. I'm proud of you, honey. Cry, I'll always be by your side" she said warmly.
Ayana returned her embrace no less tightly channeling gratitude through impulsive movements.