The Incomplete Love
Eternal Relationship

In the car after returning from Lastri's house, the five of them fell silent.

“Mas turn around! We can't stay in Malika there!” Suddenly Hanna asked Dicky.

“Hanna, I was too heavy to leave Malika, but she will be hysterical and disturbed psyche and then reject us. So said psychologist Asima who we have been to.”

“Can't, Mom! Rewind! Or stop! If Mas doesn't want to take our son, let's just Hanna! STOP ME SAYING!” Shouts Hanna hysterical.

Dicky's marginalizing the car, they're driving down the county road. Hanna immediately opened the car door and ran outside with her big belly.

“Malika! Go home, Mama, son! She screamed with tears. She did not want to leave her daughter with a stranger.

Dicky rushes out of the car and catches and hugs Hanna from behind.

“My dear, patient, Istighfar,” he said softly. Tears flowed from the man's eyes.

“Leasin! Hanna wants Malika!”

“Hanna, Hanna, please. Istighfar.”

Hanna turned around, her eyes staring at Dicky. She broke her husband's embrace violently.

“Why don't you want to take Malika? Don't you want Malika to get together again? Let Malika live with Hanna!” Hanna kept screaming on the side of the road and fell down while covering her face.

Aira, Latifah, and Fatimah looked at Dicky and Hanna in confusion.

Dicky approached Hanna and hugged her. Hanna held her husband tightly, crying in her chest.

“Sick, Mas. Sick when the child himself does not recognize and even assume the other woman is his mother. Hanna Malika's mother, Mas,” cried Hanna while banging her chest.

The woman was still hysterical then yelled at her husband, “Tomorrow we bring Malika for DNA. If the fix is proven, we immediately take it home.”

Hanna kept crying. Her husband said nothing, he prepared the chest as where Hanna was leaning, evaporating all her emotions.

“Honey, I also want Malika to come home with us. Soon, Honey. I've put a few people in to keep an eye on Miss Lastri and her family. In case they intend to take Malika away.”

“Mas, we're looking for a contract near Malika. Hanna doesn't care where. But Hanna wants to be near Malika. Please, Mas, let us turn around and find lodging or boarding is also okay.”

“Hanna, you will soon give birth. Remember that there is a baby in your stomach. We can't get away from your doctor. Try to calm down. We have to think about steps so that Malika is also comfortable.”

“Mas ..” Round eyes Hanna staring at her husband's bead. Dicky placed a palm on the side of Hanna's face.

“Quiet, yes. I'm not gonna let Malika disappear again. In shaa Allah. May all our steps always be facilitated.”

Hanna's still sobbing.

“Aamiin .. Mas, sorry Hanna, was angry.” Hanna did not dare to look at her husband. As a wife, she should not act like that. Talking loudly, yelling, are things to avoid when talking to your husband.

Dicky pinched his wife's chin and kissed her forehead gently.

“Mas will take care of you and all our children. Now that we go home, you should rest. Later tonight we video call with psychologist to set the step.”

Dicky helps Hanna to stand up and takes her to the seat next to the driver. Make sure his wife is wearing seatbealt before he returns to the driver's seat.

***

“Aya, can I have a chat with Liam?”

When the video call is directly mounted long antenna.

“Ngapain you want to chat with Liam. Can not men and women who have not become mahrams to chat together-two,” he said seriously.

“Yes not both, did Mas Kala me.”

“Ntuk.”

“Later to make fruit cake.”

“Same moreover?”

Aira Manyun, if it is close, Kala has finished it cubiti.

“Sama know criuk.”

“Cocord.” Kala gave a thumbs up with a sumringah face.

Thoriq was just in a hurry to see the behavior of his two children. He was very protective of his sister. His tall and well-built body not to mention his watered-down brain made him respected by his High School students, even SMA around.

Kala deliberately followed the race in the Semarang area and told me that he had a sister in the pesantren. Kala doesn't want anyone to bother her sister like she used to.

Although Liam is his brother, but he does not want his sister to chat directly as long as there is no legitimate bond. And it's still very long because Aira is both in High School.

“Adek Aira wants to say what?” Ask Kala kepo.

“Liam wants to graduate as a psychologist, I want to talk about child psychology. It's about Malika, Mas.”

Thoriq interrupted, “You still see Malika often, right?”

“During this holiday Papa Dicky and Mama rented a house near Bu Lastri's house. We visited Malika. It's just a long process. Is there another way. Poor Mama, every home cry because Malika still does not want to be near.”

Now Hanna has to fight hard for Malika to accept it. It's not easy for a one-year-old who only knows Lastri as a mother to be close to Hanna's biological mother whom she never met.

Malika still does not know the concept of biological mother or not. For her mother was Lastri, who raised, loved, made milk, and was with her every day.

For Malika, Hanna is just a stranger who is a guest of Lastri. Malika is more able to get together with Aira, Latifah, and Fatimah. But with Hanna and Dicky, the boy still keeps his distance.

“Aira, say the same to Liam tomorrow you will go here. All if you have made fruit cake and know criuk,” the word of Kala who always acts as the boss of Aira. Strangely his sister just wanted to be told her brother.

“Aira want to say what's the same with me?” Liam couldn't stand it and joined in on the video call. He eavesdropped outside Thoriq's study as soon as he heard Aira's voice on the phone.

Aira blushing. Liam looked at her affectionately before Kala threw a pillow at her brother's head. Liam chuckles.

“Close view! Aya, this person was returned to England,” Kala's scolding while staring fiercely at Liam.

“Strouble, Kala, how do I talk to Aira if I can't see Aira? Am I gini?” Liam in theatrical style facing the wall.

“Or gini?” Now Liam squats under the table. The twenty-one-year-old man looks anxious towards Kala and Aira laughing at him.

“You are married, it is right I do not need to be an intermediary or a mosquito,” proposed Kala conveying a brilliant solution according to him.

“Hush, don't mess around,” now it's Thoriq's turn to nag Kala, while Liam takes the opportunity to blink one eye at Aira.

The girl chuckled, momentarily forgetting the worry towards her mother and sister.

“Aira want to say what?” Liam asked Kala to give him his seat.

“Malica. I sent the picture to you guys, right? Aunt Qia was also caught. Funny, right? Similar me...”

“Beauty you,” muttered Liam whose leg was directly stepped on by Kala.

“Iya yes similar ..” Liam glanced at the so-called bodyguard next to him.

“Liam, you will learn psychology, until when the hell should be in PDKT gini mode?” Aira asked with a worried look.

“Hmm, at that time Oom Dicky told me that you were already under the guidance of a senior psychologist. Certainly his science and experience are more comprehensive. I'll try to talk from my experience. Look ...” Liam fixed his seat, his face turned serious. Thoriq smiled at Love Guru who was ready for action.

“Malika is one year old. It's still hard to give her understanding. Although Aunt Hanna often goes there, not necessarily Malika wants to be close to him. If my approach is not to take Malika from Bu Lastri but to combine two families until Malika feels comfortable.”

“Waaat? Oom Dicky should marry Miss Lastri?” Aira glaring. Liam bit his lip as he thought the girl's expression was adorable.

After swallowing the saliva he continued, “Ya is not the concept. Aunt Hanna must start accepting that Malika has other women as mothers. Make a condition where Miss Lastri remains a mother and Aunt Hanna becomes Mama. If I see in Aunt Hanna there is still jealousy and anger.”

Aira nodded in confirming. His mother does not seem to be able to accept the fact that Malika is closer to Lastri.

“I never forget My Mommy, but I accept Buna as my mother. Yes indeed, Mommy was evil to Buna but in front of me, Buna did not show a hostile attitude that made me feel guilty. I don't feel Buna venting her anger at me. That's what made me comfortable from the beginning with Buna. Just until jealousy.”

“No, anyway,” protest Kala while picking up. It is true that when he was a child he was often angry that Liam wanted to be close to his mother.

“Yes, you used to cry every time I called Buna. Acute possessive base.”

“Biarin, it's my Buna, yek,” replied Kala while peeling her tongue. Among the children of Qiara, Kala was the most spoiled. Although now seventeen years old, Kala still needs a moment to chat or just sit next to his mother when Qiara to Indonesia.

Liam rattled Kala's hair.

“Ai, as a mother, it is natural that Aunt Hanna is jealous of Miss Lastri. It's tough for Aunt Hanna. If the husband or wife is having an affair, then if there is no reconciliation it could be that both of them break the marriage. Done it. But no one can break the rope of mother and child. It is the only eternal relationship. Therefore it is hard for Aunt Hanna to see Malika loving and consider other women as her mother. Even according to the testimonials I read, it feels heavier than cheated.”

Aira felt tight.

“Angkukhi aja pain up to the bone and jellyfish,” added Liam again.

Hearing Liam's words, Thoriq's eyes turned sad. The years passed and the guilt that once hurt Qiara still hangs.

“Try talking to your mother to make Bu Lastri a partner and not a competitor. Although Malika did not speak, but the little boy felt more sensitive. He'll feel Aunt Hanna antagonizing his mother.”

“I tried, yes. Moga Mama can soften. Makation Liam.”

“Makasi aja?” Liam asked with eyebrows down. Kala prepared to storm her brother.

“Wait! Oom Thoriq, Kala, I want to take Aira to watch, is it okay?”

“Ngak!” Answer Kala firmly. More because lazy must accompany.

“Kala, you are a brother from Aira, yes you have to dong nemenin.” Tegur Thoriq again. That night, I acted a little.

“Why not Abby, why not Azka, Barran, or Hayyan.”

“Ck, they are not Aira's brother, Bambang,” reply Liam began to be annoyed because Kala could potentially scuttle his plans to leave with Aira.

“OK, fruit cake and tofu criuk from Aira. Motorcycles from Liam.”

“Kalaaa!” Thoriq again rebuked his son who was always resourceful. Kala had been asking for a motorcycle for months but Thoriq, Devan, and Qiara agreed not to grant it.

“Yes, Liam, I'd like to be treated at Steak House.”

“Beres! Ai, get ready yeah, Sunday night abis maghrib I picked up in front of your room.” Liam flickered flirtatiously which was greeted with a timid but willing laugh by Aira. A moment that made Kala pretend to vomit.

***