The Incomplete Love
There's No Sorry

Stella's breaking the table. The seamless plan to rid Qiara of Devan and Liam's life is ruined already. All because of Hanna's stupidity that instead of kidnapping Qiara, he kidnapped Kala.

After being arrested, Hanna chirps and calls Stella the mastermind. He is now a fugitive with Tom.

Stella is forced to abandon her glamorous life in Australia and hide in the middle of nowhere. Tom paid the officers there to ignore the red notes that were distributed to them.

The woman who was obsessed with her ex-husband looked at the paddy field that was slapping with a bored face. He was used to the lights of big cities, parties with many international socialites, befriending world-class artists.

Now only the sound of crickets accompany the nights. During the day, he had to cook in a makeshift kitchen with primitive equipment.

Unlike Stella, Tom enjoys a simple life. Buying a pet chicken and raising it, he also learned to grow crops from farmers.

Stella looked at Tom with a fury.

“Tom! Why do you look relaxed? We have to go back to finish our job.”

Tom turned to look at Stella lazily. He was relaxing in the bale-bale in front of his house after a day of planting vegetable seeds.

“Stella, stop. I told you your plan was undercooked. We shouldn't have involved Hanna. If you really want to eliminate Qiara, just use my people, sorted.”

“I don't want to use your people. Hanna shouldn't have changed her mind and kidnapped Kala. He should have instantly eliminated Qiara. Tom, find a way to get back. I don't want to know, anyway ..”

“Quite Stella!” Jerky Tom.

“How dare you yell at me, Tom. Who paid you?”

“Now this, it's nobody. That ex-husband you're after has frozen all your assets. I don't know who he's talking to that you're obviously broke. Misqueen!”

Stella's eyes are glazed.

“Lying! There's no way Devan could have gotten that. This must be because Qiara told him to.”

“Already Stella, don't make yourself crazy with wishful thinking. Devan used to be crazy about you. Now, with or without Qiara he no longer loves you. Be aware. Better fix yourself, think about the future.”

“My future is with Devan and Liam. You, you'll never understand that. You're just a former intelligence agent living in solitude. You don't know what it's like to love.”

“But I can profile people. I know what you feel is an obsession. Not love. People like you don't usually lose. Qiara is not as beautiful as you, nor is she a model, nor is she a nobody. But Qiara has sincerity that people like you don't. That's what Devan.” wants

With eyes glaring with anger, Stella opened her mouth about to refute.

Tom hurriedly interjected, “Stella, I am tired, let me enjoy tonight.”

The middle-aged man closed his eyes. While Stella angrily kicks the leg of the bale-bale where Tom is lying.

“Urus yourself if you get hurt,” said Tom ketus. To her Stella was a troublesome spoiled woman. And now he's stuck as a fugitive with her.

Stella decided to go into the small room. He took the e-cigarette and slammed it because there was no signal in the village when night fell. Finally he fell asleep covered in hot air and mosquitoes were ringing in his ears.

The next day Stella woke up. The body is sore because it sleeps on a thin mattress.

“Tom, have you made coffee?” He shouted while straightening his hands and back.

“Tom .. Tom .. aaah he’s so useless,” his grunt then out the room. Stella stared around in wonder. Tom usually opens the windows and prepares coffee for them. That morning the window was closed.

Stella walks into Tom's room. He looked and saw no one. Stella rushed out as her eyes caught a piece of paper lying on the table.

A letter from Tom.

Stell, I'm leaving. There's work waiting for me. Don't worry, you'll be fine if you keep living like you are now. Wait two or three years if you want to get out of hiding, usually your fugitive rank will drop by itself.

I left enough money for you. Live well. Forget Devan. Or you can also turn yourself in, serve the sentence and open a new page.

That's my proposal. Besides, it's up to what you want to do.

Tom's.

Stella squeezes the letter and throws it away. He screamed as hard as he could with emotion.

***

Prison was the last thing Hanna had imagined in her entire life. As the daughter of a successful expedition entrepreneur, having a watered-down brain, and once a village flower, Hanna envisions a comfortable and happy life like her late father and mother. With Thoriq.

Thats mistake. As an only child, he used to get everything he wanted. Although his parents also always taught good things, but selfishness has already become part of his nature.

She knew that Thoriq was happily married to Qiara, but she convinced her ailing mother to persuade Grandpa and Grandma to marry him.

Hanna was sure that in the end Thoriq would prefer her over Qiara. Then along with Thoriq will knit life until they are old.

After giving birth to Aira, Thoriq did not love her. The man stayed with her just to fulfill the trust. Until finally Hanna decided to give up and reach for a new love, Bastian.

What is the power that it turns out Bastian is nothing more than a disguised pimple. Married a rich young widow and made her merchandise for striped men.

Hanna feels so dirty. Hugely. And he spilled all misfortune on Qiara. If only Thoriq had chosen to love her and not Qiara.

Though he insists on not knowing where Bastian is. But CCTV cameras show he was the last one to enter the apartment with Bastian, and came out alone. There was no trace of Stella at all. The grudge has made him negligent and foolish to trust Stella.

No one from his family came to give him support. Not Grandpa, Grandma, not even Thoriq. Hanna really felt alone.

It turned out that the news of him as an actor had spread. The women in prison have mostly felt the pain of being cheered on. Until they vented on Hanna. Especially after they found out Hanna was even a former sister honey and her son.

The woman's life is miserable. No one wants to be friends with him. He became the servant of cell friends who always had the sense to bully him.

“Heh, actor, who told you to sit down? Stand in the corner!” Susi orders, one of the occupants of the cell that most often bother him.

“Sorry, Brother, I'm tired. Let me rest for a while.”

“Job! If I say stand up stand up!” His impact.

Gasped, Hanna immediately stood up and headed towards the corner of the cell. The other residents laughed mockingly.

“Rasain, fitting so your plaques are good right? Plakor will be spoiled!” Examine them again.

Hanna lowered her head, she did not dare to cry as they would usually punish her even more severely. The woman resignedly held back tired after a day in the laundry doing what should be the task of Susi.

“Hanna prisoner, there is a visitor,” call a bodyguard.

Hanna was surprised, but she was happy because she could at least sit off her legs.

Susi clenched her hands at him, Hanna lowered her head and immediately came out of the cell. He wondered who was visiting him.

Arriving at the visiting room, Hanna was stunned. His footsteps stopped looking at someone who was waiting. The officer pushed her slowly to keep walking towards the guest who kept staring at her.

“Assalamualaykum Hanna, sit.”

“Wa .. waandanganumussalam ..” Hanna's throat choked.

“Waalaykumussalam Mbak Qia's. What do you want Qia to come here? Wanna taunt me? Want to hear Hanna's apology? Mbak Qia has won now,” he said with a trembling voice, tears rising.

Qiara looked at Hanna who had destroyed her happiness, but what made her even more angry was that she had hurt Kala.

“I don't know what your heart is made of so it can be so rotten. You were only 21 years old when you forced marriage to Mas Thoriq, your wits were such as to slander me. Your actions kept Kala from meeting her father from birth. You still bother us by hurting us. Ck ck ck, Hanna, Hanna, you know why I'm here?”

Qiara stared intently at the woman in front of him who was sitting holding back angrily.

“I want to see how you after tortured your cellmates. You wonder why I know?”

Hanna's eyes were wide. Qiara came forward to whisper.

“I'm the one who told them. I'm really willing to put money aside to pay Susi and her friends.” Qiara's eyes flashed wickedly.

“They do hate actors, I just spread the news that you are a bad actor,” he added without removing his gaze from Qiara.

“You turned out evil, Qiara Anjani!”

“Heh! Polite bit! You are younger, call me Ma'am or I have Susi and friends torture you more cruelly.”

The angry look in Hanna's eyes changed with fear. He would die if his cellmates beat him again. Every day at least he receives a kick from them. Sometimes just because of the fun.

Qiara continued, “And more annoying, you have absolutely no sense of regret. Foul is your heart!”

“You are a jerk, Ms. Qiara. I've loved Mas Thoriq since I was a teenager. Grandpa and Grandma who asked me to marry Mas Thoriq! I can't arrange a growing love for Mas Thoriq,” staunch Hanna.

“Then you don't have to say it. Your love is destroying my happiness and Mas Thoriq.”

“No! Thoriq is happy with me. We made love often and he enjoyed it,” denied Hanna, knowing that his speech was just wishful thinking.

Qiara's heart throbbed hearing Hanna's words. Qiara hardened her heart then said sharply to Hanna, “Love is not the same as loving, stupid child. Well anyway, enjoy ten years in agony. I really hope that one day there will be light and guidance that softens your heart. While waiting and suffering, this I brought Mukena and the Qur’an ..”

Qiara offers a set of prayer tools and the Qur’an. Hanna looked at the two things in surprise.

“In mukena bag there is a veil, wear it. Hanna, I can't, I won't even forgive or forget what you did to me and Kala. I'm not that good. But I hope you want to live your life better after this. Good bye, Hanna. Assalamualaykum.”

“Waalaykumussalam,” says Hanna. He looked at the back of Qiara who was walking towards the exit. His hands trembled reaching for the items Qiara had given him. Do not remember when he performed prayer, let alone read the Qur’an.

Hanna crying fucked up. Both hands covered their faces. He continued to cry until an officer touched his shoulder and told him to go back to the cell.

Inside the cell, he stood back in the corner. His hand continued to open the package from Qiara. There is mukena, prayer mat, veil, Al Qur’an, then a book titled “Tobat Road.” Hanna came back crying her head was leaning against the wall.

After being satisfied, he said, “Kak Susi, permission to pray first.”

“Don't pretend to be a nyesel. We're worse off than you. If it gets pretentious good, I tease you!”

***