The Incomplete Love
For Debay

Dhanu stared at the couple who were waiting for an obgyn doctor call. Hanna looked very happy, continuing to slide onto Thoriq's shoulders.

Sometimes Thoriq rubbed his wife's stomach which began to grow. Hanna kissed Thoriq's cheek a few times.

“Exhibitionist basics,” muttered Dhanu, then walked away from the annoying couple.

“Doctor Dhanu,” a nurse calls. From the corner of his eye he saw Thoriq turning. Wanted to run away quickly but the nurse asked a few questions.

Thoriq was already standing before him when Dhanu was ready to move from that place.

“Assalamualaykum, Mas, whatabar?”

“Good. You?”

Thoriq swallowed his saliva because he looked good, but in fact he was far from being in good condition.

“I'm good, Mas. Emmm, how is Qiara?”

“He's none of your business anymore. Just take care of your jealous wife,” replied Dhanu while grunting with annoyance because Hanna dared to look at her with a look of dislike.

“Excuse me, I have a lot of business,” said Dhanu leaving behind a man who had hurt his sister.

“Mas, I'm sorry, Mas. I can't keep Qiara.”

Dhanu stopped stepping.

“Already, Qiara doesn't need you. He's much better off without you.” Then without looking left the bewildered Thoriq.

“That you're better off without me, Qia?” Mumbled wailing.

“Mas Thoriq, here. Why the hell was there for so long,” exclaimed Hanna displeased, her eyes shining with jealousy seeing Thoriq talking to his former sister-in-law.

Thoriq sat down next to Hanna who was holding her husband's hand.

“Sial really should see Mas Dhanu. Kan Mas Thoriq so inget Mbak Qiara again,” ruuk Hanna in heart.

For Hanna, the news of Thoriq's divorce was the second most beautiful news after her pregnancy. Hanna is the only wife of Thoriq Aditya. The man she's wanted to be since she was a teenager, the man who first touched her.

Their lives are better too. The two move into a luxurious house purchased with inheritance money from Hanna's parents. His parents' company is increasingly advanced, Thoriq has now become one of the Vice President in his company.

Hanna felt that Thoriq's divorce with Qiara opened the door of blessing. He is now in the socialite circle. His face appeared on social media with other socialites.

The woman has changed completely. The veil was abandoned. Heeding her husband's request to close the aurat, Hanna now wears revealing clothes and branded items.

Moreover, his age was fairly young, he was still able to maintain his synthetic body. Only his stomach seemed to be swollen.

If Thoriq can love Hanna, then he is a happy man. Beautiful and sexy wife, abundant treasure, good career. In reality, Thoriq had not been able to love Hanna, his heart void without taste.

Hanna who started a lot of busyness was not too undermining Thoriq with her request. But for matters of desire, he still tried to make Thoriq crazy about his bed game.

As a normal male, Thoriq ended up enjoying the satisfaction Hanna gave him almost every night. He only hoped that one day he could love Hanna like he used to love Qiara.

Although he could not love Hanna, but Thoriq loved his future baby. Hanna's body is now five months old. It's starting to move.

In the obgyn room, Thoriq saw a fetal figure that now increasingly resembles a baby. Hands and small feet, the position of his fingers as if he was being cuddled. Thoriq stared at the screen expectantly.

Hanna looked at her husband. Only during the pregnancy examination did her husband look very happy. Hanna insists on continuing to wear her baby to tie up Thoriq.

“You know the gender? I looked up,” asked Doctor Amita.

“Mau doc,” replied Thoriq eagerly.

“Niiih, her daughter chick, in shea Allah.”

“In shaa Allah,” replied Thoriq with warmed eyes.

“Duuh Si Mr. Happy really want to dapet princess,” reply doctor while helping tidy up Hanna's clothes.

Hanna touched Thoriq's hand slowly, wanting to share the happiness. Thoriq smiled faintly as he helped Hanna down from the examination site.

Thoriq listened to the doctor's explanation of the baby's development. She is thankful that her baby is healthy. Hanna was upset that her husband did not ask about her health.

In the car Hanna spilled her frustration.

“Mas, could not mind a little Hanna. From the one the baby asked. Her mother's condition was not even asked.”

“Doctors say you're healthy, right? Want to ask, especially?” Thoriq answered without looking. He focused on the steering.

“Ya love attention cake, Hanna felt Mas just love baby.”

Thoriq marginalized the vehicle to a shophouse parking lot not far from the hospital.

“Indeed right, Hanna. To this day, the affection is still for my baby. Trying to love and love you. For God's sake, I try. But until now Mas has not been able to feel.”

Tears began to wash over Hanna's netra.

“What because Mas still loves Mbak Qiara. The woman that I adored left Mas. Hanna who always stays beside Mas. Hanna really loves you Mas Thoriq,” isak Hanna.

“Don't bring Qiara. And remember you and your cunning wits that made Qiara leave. Your love makes you lose the woman you love so much. Losing all the happiness that Mas already has with Qiara,” Thoriq said with a heart of grief.

The man continued, “Then what have you done to make Mas fall in love with you? As a wife, you didn't listen to Mas, where's the veil that Mas asked you to wear? Where's your long shirt? Are you preparing your needs? You're just a spoiled woman carrying my son.” Thoriq's voice trembled with anger.

“But I make you happy in every game of our love, Mas,” Hanna replied, not expecting her expression of annoyance to be reciprocated with a painful expression from her husband.

“Physical, yes. Mas admit. But have you ever felt the difficulty of making love without taste? Tasteless, Hanna.”

Hanna was crying, her shoulders were up and down. Months of struggling to get Thoriq's love without knowing when the love will be whole for him.

“Hey hey, don't be sad later my baby follow sad.” Thoriq rubbed Hanna's head and returned to running his vehicle.

Hanna was still sobbing staring at Jakarta traffic that had to be coupled with heavy rain.

***

“Mel, Stephanie, look!” exclaimed Qiara as soon as she arrived at Mel's house.

The two middle-aged women approached, taking a photo from Qiara's hand.

“Oh my God's. It’s a boy. Our grandchild is a boy, Steph.”

“Grandchild?” Qiara looked at Mel and Stephanie alternately.

Qiara was unable to say a word.

Stephanie interrupted, “But if you mind, we understand. Whatever it is we love you and your baby.”

“Are you kidding? My mother died when I was two years old. I don't remember a mother's love. Let me consider you as mothers.

The three of them hugged, then discussed the three-dimensional photo of the baby in Qiara's stomach.

“Basic women, great drama,” Mark told Jeremy while chuckling.

Jeremy noticed how radiant Qiara's face was. Heart warms.

On Sunday they all gathered at Mel's house for lunch. Hape Qiara rang. Video call from Dhanu.

“Assalamualaykum Mas Dhanu.”

“Waalaykumussalam Qia's. What's Deck?”

“Alhamdulillah, fine. Qia again at home Mel.”

Qiara then aimed the video camera at everyone there, including Jeremy.

They already knew Dhanu because Qiara often received her brother's video call. Also friends of Qiara. Marianne herself

“Mas, my son in shaa Allah boy! This is his USG photo,” Qiara said with a beaming face.

“Waaah, in shaa Allah, healthy hold baby and mother. Dek, the photo sent to Mas dong.”

“Later Qia send. How are you?”

“Mmm Deck, actually Mas want to tell you something.”

Qiara's forehead was slightly wrinkled.

“Mas, what's up? All right, right?”

“All good, really Deck. Only one wants to tell.”

Suddenly on the screen appeared Marianne and her eight-year-old son Rama.

Qiara. Marianne looks very different, her short hair is now covered in a neat veil. His clothes that always tend to open are now covered in a long tunic.

“Assalamualaykum Qiara, dear.”

“Mas Dhanu, Ms. Marianne. Maa shay Allah! You guys? Waalaykumussalam, Qia to forget to answer greetings. God since when? You guys are like Tom and Jerry fighting.”

“Since you went Qi. At first we often argued. Your brother is angry with you because he gave me the idea of moving to Melbourne. And so we're both the ones who contact Lawyer Reza to take care of things. Finally got close.”

Qia saw Rama now floundering to Dhanu.

“You're okay, right, Dek? If Mas Dhanu and Mba Marianne are in a relationship?”

“Yes is okay. Qia tell Mel,” said Qia was about to call Mel and the others who are now chatting on the terrace of Mel's spacious and comfortable home.

“They already know, Deck. We intentionally do not tell you because there is a lot that you have to pass alone. Sorry Mas, yes, Dek.”

“Iiih Mas's. Qia was not angry, Qia was very upset. Don't be long2, halalin aja.”

“In shaa Allah, Qia. In two weeks we plan to join in Melbourne, so you don't have to fly here. There was Marianne's Muslim uncle.”

Qiara nodded. Her heart was happy because her sister met someone she loved. Marianne was a convert when she married her ex-husband. His family is also mostly non-Muslim.

“Qi, you will teach me many things. I am new to Islam. But I want to really carry it out.”

“Ready, Ma'am! Worries. So in two weeks' time in shaa Allah we meet?”

“In shaa Allah,” replied Dhanu and Marianne compact.

“Dek, your car has been sold, later on Mas Dhanu transfers the proceeds of sale. If the house, mmm, Thoriq will not sell. But he gave money for your right to the house.”

Qiara's sparkling gaze suddenly turned grim.

“Why wouldn't Mas Thoriq want to sell the house, huh? Would Thoriq want to stay there with Hanna?”

“It's not, Qi. They now live in luxury homesteads in elite housing. Thoriq's car changed to BMW. Hanna also has become a socialite, shameless meeting parties with a big stomach,” said Mel ketus.

Qiara sighed. Maybe now Thoriq has moved on and completely forgotten about it.

“Qi, sorry, Mbak can not be diem, yes?”

“Not what, Ma'am. All are through. Now Qia is focusing on the baby in the stomach Qia.”

“Iya Qia's. Yes, Jeremy came to call you.”

“Oke, everything.”

“Tante Qiaraaa,” exclaimed Rama suddenly while bringing his face closer to the screen.

“Iya Rama, dear,” sahut Qiara.

“Later baby will be given whose name?”

Qiara was amazed, actually he and Thoriq had designed their children's names but now everything has changed.

“Not yet, later Rama help Aunt want?”

“Thank you the name of Captain America, Aunt,” he said plainly.

The three chuckled, Dhanu ruffled Rama's hair furiously. They spoke for a few moments then ended the video call.

Qiara went to the terrace, enjoying the variety of food prepared by Jeremy. Qiara obediently tried all the food Jeremy gave her after making sure everything was halal.

Three pairs of eyes observed Qiara and Jeremy's interaction. Although Jeremy is always so cute, but he rarely gives attention to women. Not like his attention to Qiara.

While Qiara who is still in the period of iddah and has wounds because of love, has not wanted to open his heart to anyone. Giving birth to a healthy baby is a top priority.

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