The Incomplete Love
Thoriq's Son

POV Thoriq

That night I put Aira to bed sooner. My daughter now knows that she has an older sister named Kala. He cheered with joy and invited me to meet Kala.

Aira, Aira, if only you knew how happy and sad Aya was right now.

I saw a picture of Qiara kissing my son. Maybe Kala was only a few days old. My woman's face looks so radiant. The red baby fell asleep with his mouth slightly open. I was exactly in my sleep.

The daydream took me to the last night I saw Qiara. Sadness, disappointment, pain all I could see in the net that used to look at me with love. And I .. I don't even care.

Kalandra Akira Putra Thoriq's.

“Qia, does our son call you buna like you used to want? Did you introduce me to her?”

I looked at a picture of my son playing ball.

“You must be tired of having to keep Kala alone. Or is there someone else looking after you two?”

Suddenly my heart is broken.

I took the farewell letter that Qiara left me.

Dear Mas Thoriq,

First of all, Qia apologized for Qia leaving without asking permission.

Second, Qia apologized for breaking the promise to tell Mas that Qia could not stand it.

Qia pamit ya Mas's. It seems like only up to here we are fooling. Qia was unable to accept Mas and Hanna's marriage, but Qia could not accept seeing Mas as the dzolim husband between Qia and Hanna.

Mas, be happy with Hanna and your son. Qia will try to be sincere. Let Qia also knit a new dream and seek happiness on the path that Qia takes.

Thank you for twelve happy months. Twelve months in which Mas belonged only to Qia.

Sorry Qia because certainly Qia much wrong Mas.

Mas, later there will be a lawyer Qia who will take care of the divorce. Ah divorce. No doubt, our marriage will reach this point.

But Qia has never been the wife of Mas. Qia will only remember the happiness with Mas and try to forget all the sadness. Qia prayed that if one day we meet again, we can laugh at this incident. Without suffering and wounds.

Greetings Grandpa Grandma, sorry Qia left without saying goodbye. But there is a heart and a self to be guarded.

Good bye, Mom. Qia prayed that Mas would always be healthy and happy.

Qiara Anjani's

I read that letter thousands of times. I failed to understand the sentence there is ‘heart and self to be guarded’.

“Qia, dear, so much sadness and suffering that Mas gave you at that time that you chose to go to the country of people in a state of pregnancy.”

No tears falling down the letter. I was in a hurry to dry up, so as not to spoil the letter of my true love. Even if it really pierces the heart. The fruit of my insensitivity.

I opened the door to Aira's room next to mine. Tomorrow I will leave Aira to Grandma to Jakarta.

I'm touching Aira's blanket. He slept well while hugging his favorite rabbit doll. I saw something pop out from behind his pillow.

It turned out that Aira took a photo of Kala who was smiling widely and kept it. I kissed my daughter's forehead, even though she was born from the womb of a wife I never loved, but I loved her very much.

“My daughter, Aya pray that we can meet Sister Kala.”.

Pov Ends's.

***

Qiara, Dhanu and Marianne sat on the porch of the pavilion where Qiara and Kala lived. Dhanu and Marianne did not allow Qiara to stay alone.

The pavilion that was originally only used as a warehouse was transformed by Qiara into a comfortable residence in the contemporary style.

Kala was playing ball with Rama in the spacious backyard.

Qiara poured lemon tea ice into the glasses while saying, “Qia should not delay any longer to tell Mas Thoriq about Kala. My son also asked his father. Somehow the two-year-old boy remembered that his father was in Indonesia.”

Dhanu sipped the cold drink while thinking.

“It has been a few weeks since Thoriq called Mas Dhanu, Anne, and your friends. After a long time he never called us.”

“Mas say what?”

“Ngot lifted, Qi. We are confused to say what to Thoriq,” replied Dhanu while sipping a cold drink.

Qiara threw a glance at Kala who was trying to make a banana kick.

“Lay bunas, great Kala kick,” exclaims the boy with a wide grin.

Dhanu looked at his nephew and said, “When it was a copy of Thoriq. Thoriq small.”

Qiara nodded with a chuckle, “Qia is just a passatin aja, Mas. All of you look like Mas Thoriq, his face, his habits, his clothing style.”

Bik Surti, ART who helped Dhanu and Marianne's house came to them.

“Sorry Den Dhanu, in front there is a guest named Thoriq. Want to meet.”

Qiara.

“Yes Allah, just talked about,” said to Dhanu and Marianne. Qiara's face looked nervous.

“Qia, Mas is up to you. Kala is your son. Whatever your verdict, Mas Dhanu will support and take care of you.”

“Bismillaah.” Qiara steadied the heart.

Qiara nodded at Dhanu and Marianne. The three walked outside.

From outside the fence, Thoriq gawked.

He greeted Dhanu as soon as his former sister-in-law appeared, “Mas Dhanu, assalamualaykum. Thoriq to speak ..”

Thoriq's throat was blocked from seeing the woman standing behind Dhanu and Marianne.

“Qia .. Qia ..”

Qiara looked at the face of the man still in her heart.

“Mas ..”

“Qiara ..”

As soon as the gate was opened, Thoriq rushed over to his ex-wife. Qiara watched the path of Thoriq which was not what it used to be.

The two men looked at each other with longing eyes. Wanting to hug is hindered by the fact that there is no longer a bond between them.

“Assalamualaykum, Mas ..”

“Waalaykumussalam .. Qia .. Qia what is it?” Thoriq's voice shook withstanding the outpouring of emotions.

“Buna .. Buna where Buna Kala ..” sounds Kala is kicking while running closer.

Thoriq's eyes fiddled to see the little boy who was a sneak peek of himself. Seeing Thoriq, Kala immediately hugged Bunanya's waist. Hiding faces to unknown people.

Thoriq's emotions were stirring. His warmed eyes could not help but stare at the little boy hiding behind Qiara.

“Qia .. Qia ..” Thoriq only able to call Qia name. His eyes took turns to look at the mother and child in front of him.

Qiara smiled towards Kala who looked back at her with a questioning look.

Kala whispered. “Buna, he looks like Aya.”

Qiara sat on her knees to be on par with Kala.

“Kala, this is your Aya ..”

Kala with questioning eyes looked at his father. Thoriq tried to sit on his knees. Dhanu helped her ex-laws.

“Maa shaa Allah, Qia, this ...this is our child?”

“Iya, Mas..” Qiara kissed Kala who hugged her tighter while peeking at her father from behind her mother's veil.

“Kala, this Aya ..” Say Thoriq softly.

Kala's clear eyes were now staring at Thoriq. His index outstretched, slowly tracing the face that he had known only through photos.

“Aya?” Kala glanced at Bunanya like asking for permission. Qiara nodded.

“Aya Kala,” he said shyly and then reached out. Thoriq's hand reached for his son's hand. For the first time to touch his flesh and blood.

Kala who was still shy kissed his father's hands and then re-hugged Qiara. A typical two-year-old.

Thoriq touched Kala's cheek looking at her with affection. His chest felt like it was going to explode. How could she escape knowing Qiara was pregnant back then. It means that he hit and pushed Qiara pregnant in order to defend Hanna who was just pretending.

Tears down his face. He looked at Qiara and guilt.

“Qia, Mas ask for mercy ..”

Thoriq was about to prostrate in front of Qiara. Dhanu immediately held him down.

“Thoriq, we are not allowed to prostrate before another human being. Stand.” Dhanu then helps Thoriq who is still struggling to stand alone.

Hurriedly Qiara said, “Mas, come in yuk, we chat in dalem. Kala, Aya's gang in.”

She shyly pulls her father's hand. Thoriq felt very happy. His heart did not stop being grateful. She wiped away the tears with one hand.

“Aya .. Aya ..” Kala calls while sobbing. I don't know what the boy felt.

The mood is getting bigger. Thoriq held Kala, hugged her tightly. Spilling affection on the little man sobbing on his shoulders.

“Kala, Aya is very happy to meet Kala.”

“Mas, sorry if Kala likes to not understand, Bahasa Indonesia he is still not fluent.”

Thoriq turned his son's face away and stared. Kala's lips cut down to hold back the cry.

“I love you, Kala. Even before I know you,” he said softly. Kala nodded and then again buried his face on the shoulder of his father's field. The longing has been spilling over all this time.

Dhanu invited Thoriq to sit down. Kala now sits on his father's lap while sucking one thumb.

“Maa shaa Allah, Qia, as a child Mas also likes to suck thumbs. Until Grandma had to give asem to the thumb Mas.”

Qiara smiled gently at Kala who glanced at him. Like asking for approval whether it can linger in Thoriq's lap.

Seeing her mother smiling Kala smiled at Aya and Bunanya. Qiara observed Thoriq who looked thin, his face looked older. One leg looks stiff.

“Mas Thoriq ..”

Thoriq endured the tears of hearing the longed voice call out his name. He secretly stole a look. Qiara, her face is getting radiant. Looks more mature and beautiful.

“If Mas could hug you and let go of the longing that squeezes this chest, Qia,” screams Thoriq's heart.

With teary eyes, Qiara said, “Mas, sorry Qia has not dared to tell you about Kala.”

“Buna don’t cry ..” Kala instantly slumped from Thoriq's lap and hugged Qiara.

“Are you sad, Buna?”

“I’m fine Kala, it’s happy tears ..” Kala then kissed Buna and sat sweetly beside her.

Thoriq enjoyed the beautiful scenery in front of him. The woman who was still firmly enthroned in her heart and the flesh blood she had only met for the first time.

“Mas don't want to think about anything Qia. Meet you and Kala has been a miracle and happiness for Mas. Don't go again yeah..” Thoriq gasped glancing at the pretty circular ring on Qiara's ring finger.

“Qia .. Qia, married again?” Thoriq's voice shook withholding emotion.

“Not yet, Mas, in shaa Allah next month,” reply Qiara made Thoriq's heart throb.

“Mas, can you still see Kala?”

“Mmm, Qia's future husband is Australian. After marriage, Qia and Kala will travel to Australia. We'll talk later, yes.”

Trying to contain her sadness, Thoriq asked, “Candidate husband Qia, muslim right?”

“In shaa Allah, Mas, his name is Devan. Just last night Devan proposed to Qia,” said Qia shyly but her heart was knocked to hear Thoriq's question. He remembered how long the man had protected him. Before Hanna came…

Thoriq. I don't know, his heart felt pierced by a thousand sembilu.

“Sorry Qia, you must be sicker than Mas now when you know first Mas married again. Then you received a husband share with Hanna.” Thoriq again regretted his treatment of Qiara.

“Mas, Hanna and Mas's son where?” Qiara's throat choked asking what was still painful for him.

“Mas has a daughter, Qia guess whose name is?”

Qiara's eyebrows shot up.

“Kamelia Aira Princess Thoriq?”

“Qia still remember ..” Say Thoriq.

Qiara smiled and nodded. Thoriq reached into his pocket and took out a hape and showed a photo of Aira.

“Callation Aira.” Qiara's eyes widened, shocked at how Thoriq gave a nickname similar to his name.

“Yes Allah, Mas, Qia never met Aira in the hospital toilet if that is so. When pointing to girls keep saying adek ..”

Kala saw the photo of Aira and then recognized the girl.

“Adek, Kala.” Everyone in the room was stunned. Kala could recognize Aira as his sister when at all they never mentioned about the son of Thoriq and Hanna.

“Iya this sister Kala,” sahut Thoriq soft.

“Aya, I want to meet my sister,” said Kala with sparkling round eyes.

“Aira is in Solo with her Grandpa and Grandma. Qia, Mas and Hanna are divorced. Mas and Aira live in Solo. Mas now open business there.”

Qiara. Like a burden lifted, but he was not sure what he should feel. Should happy? Should concerned?

“Mas, Qia ... Qia does not know what to say ... but Qia always pray for happiness Mas.”

“Sama, Qia, every time you finish praying, Mas always send prayers for you. And in Shay Allah will continue to be so. Now added a prayer for Kala. Aya's son wants what prayer?”

The clueless Kala looked at her mother with raised eyebrows. Qiara explained to Kala.

“I want to be designed to be a famous footballer.”

Everyone chuckled at the simple and honest answer from the almost three-year-old.

Thoriq extended his hand and Kala returned to his father. Thoriq hugged his son tightly, kissing him to the point of Kala kegelian.

***

“Dev, I want to tell you something. Please listen first, yes,” pinta Qia via video call connection.

“Yes my dear Qiara, your wish is my command.”

Qiara took a breath, uttered a bismillaah, then told a story, “Tadi Mas Thoriq came here and finally for the first time met Kala and I.”

Devan was grateful that God created an internal organ with a system so powerful that it did not degenerate or dislodge when he heard Qiara's words. She knew how much Qiara still had love for Thoriq.

The man chose silence waiting for the continuation of Qiara's story.

“Kala seneng really met his father.”.

“Had?” Devan really couldn't help himself.

“Honestly, after a long time of not meeting Mas Thoriq, I was awkward. She is divorced from Hanna.”

“Hmmm ..”

“Kok hmmm?”

“You're the one who's making me awkward. Qia, I'm afraid the incident with Stella will happen again. When I fell in love too deeply, it turned out that she only considered my love and sincerity as a sacrifice. Forgive me for being selfish for talking about my feelings instead of focusing on Kala and her father.”

“I understand very well, Dev. We both failed to keep love.”

“Does, do you still love Thoriq.”

“Until any time, I will love Mas Thoriq because he is the father of Kala. It's just, I don't want to go back to her, Dev.”

“Why?”

“I don't know how you're going to interpret this. Some of my body is still goosebumps imagining I used to be willing to share Mas Thoriq with Hanna.”

Devan was disappointed with Qiara's reply. Jealousy indicates that her fiance still loves Thoriq, again she is faced with an incomplete love for him.

“Qia, is ... do you want to try to love me?”

“What kind of question is that? I love you, Dev. There's no way this ring would be around my finger if I didn't love you. Do you think I'm a girl?” Qiara spoke with her eyes whizzing.

Devan smiles. That's how he used to fall in love with Qiara who always dared to express his opinion. Especially her eyes.

“If we are halal, Qia, you are exhausted with me,” Devan's mind while blasting his lips and replied with a wink of Qiara's eye.

“Dev, we both have a past. I have Mas Thoriq while you have Stella.”

“I want you, Qia, not Stella.”

“But Stella will always be around us, because of Liam. And I have to be ready for that. Btw, you know if it turns out that Stella told Mas Thoriq about Kala. Looks like I should be more wary of your ex-wife?”

Devan's forehead is wrinkled.

“Let me settle,” he replied riled.

“Don't get near him, Devan. I'm sorry, but we better keep our distance from our ex.”

“Stella has gone too far, Qia. I know what his intentions are. He thinks if you and Thoriq refer, then I'll go back to him.”

Qiara massaged the base of her nose.

“Yes Allah, ease my path to love Devan,”.

“Qia .. Qia .. are you okay?”

Devan was worried seeing Qiara's expression.

“I just thought, why is it so hard for me to love someone? My happy marriage was ruined when Mas Thoriq fulfilled Grandpa and Grandma's request to marry Hanna. Now that I started with you, Stella has already sabotaged me twice,” Qiara said.

“I promise I won't do anything because you asked me not to go near Stella. However I will put people to monitor his movements.”

Qiara sighed.

***