The Incomplete Love
EP 4: The Incomplete Love

“Mr Kala, there is Mrs Fatimah and Mr. Alex in front.”

“Mother? Any Mother?” Ask the two kids who are straight away.

Hazel and Kenzo did not wait for a response and ran straight to the main door of the Donavy mansion.

“Mother! Mother!”

“Assalamualaykum children Mother!”

“Waalaykumussalam. Mother!” Hazel and Kenzo rushed into her mother's arms. Missing each other after a long time only met through video calls.

Proudly Kenzo pointed at the nose and said, “Enzo has already used an agi hose. Mamam ewat ulut.”

“Hazel has been able to bribe Adek, continued earlier Adek ..” Hazel did not continue his sentence because he only realized the figure standing behind his mother.

“Adek, ati-ati, there is Evil Oom, later you are taken.” Hazel spread her arms to protect her sister. His eyes defied Alex.

“Your son is so, Fatimah,” muttered Alex tried to smile kindly but instead became like a grinning wolf. Hazel glares at Alex for challenging her.

Fatimah ruffled Hazel's head which immediately hugged her mother tightly, her eyes still staring intently at Alex.

“Fatimah,” sounds a voice still missed by Fatimah.

“Mas ... whatnews?”

“Aalhamdulillah's. You alone?”

Fatimah replied with a smile.

From behind Kala appeared Qiara and Thoriq.

“Fatimah, God willing. Buna could hardly believe you were coming. What's the son of Buna?”

Fatimah kissed her former mother-in-law's reverence and they hugged. Eight years married to Kala, the relationship between Fatimah and her former father-in-law is like a mother and child.

“Fatimah really skinny, Darling?” Without waiting for an answer, Qiara stared intently at Alexander who suddenly hoped to be swallowed by the earth.

“You!”

Alex swallowed his saliva. At the age of sixty years, Qiara's courage did not shrink. No matter Alexander Mahendara once occupied the highest position in the black world, still his anger bubbled up to see Fatimah look tired and suffering.

“You married almost a year, see, does your wife look happy? You are a husband or a wall, usually not sensitive.”

Thoriq embraced Qiara, just in case Alexander did not accept his wife's treatment and words.

“Sorry Buna!” Alex's voice trembled, in his youth, he used to get a knock or a punch if done wrong. But Qiara was not just angry. Alex actually felt the middle-aged woman's affection for his wife.

“Do not call me Buna. You have made my son Kalandra suffer, my grandchildren are far from her mother, in their time of need of a mother's affection. After that it turns out you are not a Becus husband.”

Kala embraced Qiara.

“Buna, don't get mad. High blood later. Fatimah, Alex, we're going to the living room, yuk. Hazel, have the waiter prepare drinks and food for Mother and Oom Alexander.“

Kenzo still continues to slip spoiled on his mother.

“Kenzo, here with Dad. Mother cape abis by plane.”

“No what, Mas.” Fatimah endlessly kissed the cheeks, nose, neck of the Bungsu to the keenness.

“Enzo want Mommy. Angen.” Kenzo was almost five years old but had a speech delay so he still often omitted the front letters of the spoken words.

They entered the family room. Fatimah remembers always chatting with Kala and the children in this room. His smile expanded as waves of fond memories broke through his mind. The woman was unconscious as Alex looked at her wistfully.

***

The weather was sunny. Fatimah plays with Hazel and Kenzo in the gazebo. Kala followed with a cure for Kenzo.

“Hai, Mas.”

Kala smiled. “Kenzo, take the same medicine Mother.”

“Ay ay, Captain!” Excited Kenzo excited.

When he finished, Fatimah sat on the bench. Kala looked far behind the hill behind their mansion.

“Mas still misses you, Fatimah ..”

“I too, Mas,” replied Fatimah softly while watching Hazel and Kenzo play a chase.

Kala smiled. The net is still far away.

“Our destiny is funny, yes. I used to desperately save you from Alex. Years later, it turns out he was instrumental in saving our son's life.”

Fatimah sighed, her eyes staring far away.

“Mas, Alex asks if we can still get back together.”

“He asked that?”

***

From inside the living room, Alex looked at the two people talking in the gazebo. Repeatedly breathing heavily.

“You love Fatimah so much?” Thoriq was standing behind him.

“More than my life, Sir. On the operating table, I willingly give the whole liver if it makes Kenzo healed and Fatimah not sad anymore.”

“Alex, you've caused a divorce. It is the work of the devil,” Qiara said without shady aling-aling.

Fatimah's husband again sighed.

“It won't be long, they'll be back together,” her inner slice. Kala and Fatimah now speak familiarly, occasionally laughing at the behavior of their children.

Alex spoke slowly, “I want what Kala and Fatimah have. Love and family. I have never had both since my mother died. I forgot what it feels like to have a family. Fatimah I forced to forget her family and love me.”

From afar Alex observes how new it is for a moment, but the encounter with Kala and the children makes his wife's face beaming.

“Fatimah is the only woman who makes me want to be good.”

***

Kala, Fatimah, and the children entered the mansion as the air outside turned cold and windy. The four of them laughed happily. Hazel walks in a silly style just like Kala did when she was a child.

Alex's bones are like decays considering that he will eventually lose the woman he loves so much.

Entering the mansion, Hazel and Kenzo stormed the hot chocolate the waiter had prepared. Not forgetting Hazel took the time to throw a razor sharp gaze at Alex.

“Bang, we go to the hotel first. Tomorrow we go with the kids.”

“Kita?”

“Ang to walk with Hazel?”

“Your name,” great-grandson Alex. The guts of a high-class criminal yawned in front of an eight-year-old who was still staring at him with a suspicious look.

“We say goodbye then.” Fatimah kissed the takzim Qiara and Thoriq, hugged her children and nodded to Kala.

That night Alex was quieter. Fatimah was busy because Hazel and Kenzo were contacting her. They are excited about tomorrow's event.

From the bed, Alex smiled as if he were feeling the happiness of Fatimah. As soon as his wife finished talking to the children, the woman who had been wearing the night service outfit got into bed.

Fatimah prepares to receive an attack from Alex, but is stunned to see her husband just looking at her.

“Fatimah, we sleep only yuk, you must be tired.”

Can't believe Netra Fatimah is breaking up.

“Abang will not punish you. Brother just want you to rest, good sleep.” Alex rubbed his wife's head.

“Mm .. makasi. My brother is sleeping too, yes. Fatimah's not going anywhere, kok.”

Alex kissed Fatimah's forehead.

“But a hug, yes. Can?”

Fatimah smiled. “Bby.”

Then she spread her head, slumped into her husband's chest. In a matter of seconds, a soft snoring sounded.

Alex once again kissed Fatimah's forehead then muttered, “The first time you smiled without me, Fatimah. Thank you.”

Like any other night, Alex doesn't want to sleep. He softly kissed Fatimah's deep face in his sleep. Tears flowed on the face of the cruel man who was being struck by love.

“It's definitely too late, but you have to come back happy with Kala and the kids. Tomorrow I'm gonna yell at you.”

Alex tightened his embrace. Enjoy every second of the night that might be his last night with Fatimah.

***

“Fatimah, it's dawn, Darling.”

Fatimah blinked, “I shower first.”

“Not done, darling. Last night we did not do anything, kok.”

“Serious?”

“You can't sleep well if I attack you. I've been ablution, mukena same prayer also already Brother readyin,” replied Alex while chuckling.

Fatimah hardly believed the words of her husband until she saw the prayer rug that had been held and the mukena folded neatly on it.

“I wudhu first, yes, Bang.”

Alex became a prayer priest with great sincerity. Several times his voice shook. As soon as he said the greeting of the man instantly wiped away the expanding tears.

“Abang why?”

“Honey, makasi yes. This year is a very happy time for my brother. Your presence allows you to love someone. Since you are at Brother's side, the desire to accumulate treasures and the throne is gone from Brother's mind. And you're the only woman you want. You make your brother remember the pleasure of being a good person. Even though it turns out that Brother is even evil with you.”

Alex stroked Fatimah's face gently.

“Abang apologizes for selfishly destroying your family's happiness. Then my brother did not treat you well. Sorry Brother, yes.”

Fatimah flinched looking straight at Alexander's jet bead.

“Abang .. Brother ready to split. You should come back happy with Kala and the kids.” Alex's tone of voice trembled withstanding the overwhelming sadness.

“Bang, why the hell did you never know what I wanted? Brother, I'm not a robot that's just being told to. Yes indeed as a wife I must obey brother. But as a husband, isn't Brother in charge of me? Including my happiness?”

“Abang unaccustomed ..”

“Customize, Bang. Husband wife must communicate two ways not only in the direction of Abang.”

“In Allah, Brother will ... wait. Fatimah. What ... what does it mean you should get used to?” Alex swallowed his salivary eyes wide expectantly.

Fatimah bit her lip.

“When you asked me to go back to Mas Kala .. Maybe that was the first time I started loving you. Marriage is no joke. We can't just try and give up on him. If you're still happy, I want us to try again. Fatimah has conveyed the desire and even objections in our relationship. So how, does Brother want?”

Alexander Mahendra. The heavy weight that was squeezing his chest seemed to lift up.

“Fatimah really do not want to leave Abang?”

For the first time, Fatimah touched her husband's face without orders and nodded.

“Is ... is this because Kalandra is’aruf with a woman?”

“Not. Mas Kala and I will always love, but no longer as husband and wife.”

Alex kissed Fatimah's hand which was still touching her face. His eyes began to glaze over.

“Abang from earlier cry on, deh,” said Fatimah while smiling ignorantly.

Alex gasped, this was the second time Fatimah smiled at him.

“Abang to prostrate thanks first.”

The man gushed to tears. When he was satisfied, he turned and embraced Fatimah.

“Ajari .. teach your brother to be a good priest for you. You don't want to lose you, honey.”

“We learn together, yes, Brother. And one more. Since Kenzo is already healthy, the kids want to stay with us.”

Alex smiled but then the smile disappeared.

“Haz ... Hazel too?”

“He asked for. He said he would take care of his mother from Oom Jahat.”

Alex nodded. One hand clenched and hit the other.

“Okay, challenge accepted. I'll be the best husband and father.”

“Bang, horrified, ah, kayak again challenged fight.”

“Sorry, old habits are hard to lose. Fatimah, maybe only the first ten years of my life, I'm a good person. My father died before I was born, my mother remarried a thug. When mom died, that jerk sold me.”

Alex pensively remembers bitter memories.

“Abang made a street beggar. If my deposit is lacking it is definitely the punishment that you receive. Brother held on until one of the guards wanted to harass Abang.”

Fatimah heard with wide eyes. Alex is uncomfortable telling her about her past and Fatimah is also reluctant to ask.

“Abang takes the wood then hits his head. After that, he fled. I don't know if that bastard is dead or alive. He then became a street kid. Whatever you do to survive. Stealing, pickpocketing. After bigger brother joined the mafia group. Luckily the mob boss at that time considered Brother as a child. Brother can even study abroad before he can finally become a leader.”

Alex covered his face.

“The first time you met, Brother became a passenger on the plane you were carrying. Go to Amsterdam if you are not wrong. You get out of the cockpit to solve a passenger problem in the cabin. Since then, he has always followed you. Fatimah, in you, you see hope for a good return. But my brother doesn't know how. Teach Brother.”

“In shaa Allah, Brother. Alhamdulillah Abang now prayers have been diligent. Keep on maintaining yes. Second, clean the haram treasure.”

“Everything is dong,” Alex said with a wry smile.

“Yes. Everything.”

“How can you and your children finance?”

“Rejeki comes from Allah. My children are used to living well, but they are not arrogant. You know I used to be very poor when I lived with Oom Dicky? Sometimes we have to learn by wearing candles because Oom Dicky's salary is not enough to buy electric pulses.”

Alex listened carefully. It's not that he doesn't know, but it's the first time Fatimah has told me.

“For the future, I have enough savings for capital. If necessary, I can still teach at the pilot school, just need a re-exam.”

“You take care of the kids. Brother will try. Fatimah, thank you.”

“Do not cry again, Bang,” replied Fatimah while chuckling.

Alex took his wife who was still wrapped in a face. Pecking at his head. Alex looked up at Fatimah, looking at her gently.

“Abang really love you, Darling.”

“Make Fatimah fall in love with Brother in a gentle way.”

“In shaa Allah ..”

***

“Barakallahu fii umrik Kenzo!” All exclaiming. Kenzo laughed happily.

They were all gathered in the backyard of Alex and Fatimah's house. Not as grand and spacious as Alex's previous palace, but comfortable and beautiful.

All the families of Thoriq and Qiara, and all the members of the Dicky and Hanna families gathered.

“Sorry the house is tight, yes,” Alex said nervously. Fatimah hugged her husband. Her stomach was swollen as her pregnancy went into the second trimester. Alex smiles. Fatimah can always give you peace.

“Not his house is crowded. Most of his people,” Dicky chirped while nudging the perverted Thoriq.

Alex ceded all his power to Alvin, who now ruled the black world. The temptation to go back there continued to come, but Fatimah even more Hazel always strengthened her.

Kala came to meet Alana, his wife who was also pregnant young.

“Kenzo is very happy. Makasi, yes Lex.” As she shook Alex's hand tightly, her smile warmed.

“Together,” replies Alex is now chuckling at the sight of the two children he continued acting silly in front of his cousins.

“If they are so you really, Mas,” said Alana with a foreign accent that is still thick.

“Mas is serious, Al.”

All who heard directly. Kala chuckled while rubbing his wife's stomach.

“Dad, dad, Papa Alex give me books and science experiment tools. Later we try yes,” Kenzo approached while carrying a large box. He likes everything to smell science.

“Hazel was given the adventure story book of Detective Hiro, but not his birthday. Eh what lest Papa Alex forget when my birthday is?” Hazel glanced sharply at Alex.

“Inget, you're October 7, right?” Alex's eyes glanced at Fatimah.

“Six October. You forget. Six October.” Hazel grinned, her hands folded in front of her chest. Her lips are two centi.

“Find your problems, Bang,” said Fatimah as she stroked Hazel's chest up and down holding back emotions.

Alex squatted on his knees, levelling with Hazel.

“Mas Hazel was born from Mother's stomach on October 6 at 12:30. You weigh 3.9 kg and are 52 cm long. The father of Kala and Mother Fatimah gave your name Hazel Thoriq Putra Kalandra because your eyeballs are brown. You bear two big names, Grandpa Thoriq and Kala's father. Mas Hazel is a brave boy.”

Hazel smiled happily. He then whispered to Qiara who was sitting nearby, “Papa Alex already I've been aiming, Gemma.”

Qiara laughed amusedly seeing the similarities of Hazel and Kala in childhood. Fatimah covered the lips of her son who really likes losblong when talking.

Alex laughed happily. He stood up and invited everyone to enjoy the dishes that had been prepared.

***

Thoriq, Qiara, Dicky, and Hanna sat on the terrace. Looking inside saw their extended family joking and laughing together.

Thoriq and Dicky embrace their wives. A happy smile expanded on his fourth face.

“Hanna didn't expect the journey of our lives to get here. Thank God. Hanna doesn't stop being grateful.”

“Betul, everything that becomes a suratan destiny is the best. Not easy when living it but after completion all feels beautiful.”

“Alex uses all its assets to build mosques and support orphans. At the same time he began to open a small shop of Grilled Chicken Blessing. His favorite food as a child. He often helped his mother cook. Alhamdulillah is now open branch to three.” Dicky explained.

Hanna connect, “Fatimah with friends in pesantren also open online classes tahsin and memorization Qur’an for mothers. Heard his students were already a thousand from all over Indonesia. Sometimes he's a simulation tester for aspiring private jet pilots.”

“Alhamdulillah, we are happy. Mas Thoriq plans to include Grilled Chicken Berkah in his restaurant menu,” continued Qiara.

Thoriq nodded, then laughed to see Kala take a look at Barran.

“Our son did not end his prank. Very compatible with Alana.”

“I heard that Alana is a doctor from Syria who managed to evacuate?” Hanna asked while looking at the beautiful face typical of the Middle East.

“Military doctor. His entire family was killed when his home area was bombed. Including her husband who is also a soldier and her baby son. Alana survived because she was on duty in the hospital. He met Kala after successfully working at a hospital in Manchester, then they’aruf.”

“Maa shaa Allah. Hanna seneng Kalandra looks happy.”

Thoriq and Qiara agreed. Thoriq stroked the shoulder of his wife who was still leaning on him. Then kiss the side of Qiara's forehead.

Their big family story begins with a love that is no longer intact. The sweetness of the journey of their lives by continuing to believe that God will always give the best.

Destiny does not always give them what they expect. Farewell and death come as happiness and pleasure do. Because that's how life spins like a wheel.

“May Allah always be pleased with the happiness of our family,” Thoriq said expectantly.

“Aamiin yes Allah.”

The four of them continued to look inside with happiness. Leaning hope on the best of the backrest, Allah SWT.

\~Terms Tamat\~

Hello everyone .. thanks for joining again in extra part. This section I wrote because it was inspired by the story of someone who was previously the ruler of the criminal world and then emigrated and became someone who obeyed.

After this, Thor will rest ten days (hopefully Noveltoon yes). There is a non-fiction solo book project that must be completed within the next ten days. Prayers accepted publisher hehehe.

Psst. I also prepared my next novel: Revenge of the Twins. Still working in progress. In shaa Allah, released November 16, 2022 in Noveltoon.

Healthy and .. always happy everyone! Freya Alana said goodbye, yes .. see you later.

\~Freya Alana\~