The Incomplete Love
Love Slow …

Liam goes into days of recovery. Instead of being concerned, the boy was busy showing off his wounds on social media. His caption was as if he was fighting to the very end of blood. To defend the honor of women.

Devan, Qiara, and four other children flew to Solo. Unannounced and shocked everyone, including Thoriq. Aira repeatedly told her father to keep his eyes on Qiara who looked more beautiful.

Liam is proud that his family came. Her sisters repeatedly told her to repeat the story, and the longer the story grew more exciting. In their eyes Liam is a super hero.

Devan took Thoriq and took him to the cafeteria. The arrival of Doctor Devan had horrendous small hospital in the suburbs of Solo. Many obgyn doctors who have known him from seminars and writing now have the opportunity to meet face to face. In the cafeteria, not a few doctors greeted.

Whispers were heard, “So that's Doctor Devan with his ex-wife's husband? Geez very lucky his wife once married a handsome man.”

Thoriq and Devan just smiled. Both ordered americano. Sipping it with pleasure.

“You notice, in every story of Liam, how many times did he mention Aira?”

“Many.”

“You don't mind my son liking your son?”

“No, Liam is a good boy. I just asked her to love slow first considering Aira was a kid.”

“Liam knows, really. He feels guilty for you, because he pretended to be Love Guru, Kala and Aira accidentally heard your story and Qiara.”

“Qadarullah. I now feel more plump because Kala and Aira know. Only I'm worried that Aira suddenly finds her mother.“

“You know where your ex-wife is now?”

“He should have been out of custody. I never called or saw him in prison. After all, we were divorced long before he got a case. Also, I have not been able to forget the many heinous deeds of me, Qiara, and Kala.”

“Kala and Aira are teenagers, their minds are still not open. Emotions are not stable. We who are already elders must escort,” said Devan while enjoying a snack of sausage Solo.

“Dev, thank you. You and Qiara have raised Kala well. I am also indebted to Liam for helping Aira.”

“No worries, Kala is my son too. And about Liam. Be prepared Love Guru that one will bring it to you as often as possible.”

Thoriq.

***

After recovering Liam and Kala still want to stay with Thoriq. While Devan and his family continue their vacation to Bali until the time Liam and Kala come home they will pick up again to Solo.

Aira prepares everything to start a life in the pesantren. He'll go down there. What he was worried about was Thoriq which meant that he would live alone. But apparently Thoriq himself did not have a problem.

Thoriq had reported the incident that had befell Aira and Liam to police. Quickly the police unfolded the horde of thugs who had indeed troubled the citizens.

Kala and Liam are still enjoying the holiday days at Thoriq's beautiful and comfortable home.

“Kala, you know not on the day of the incident I abis from where?” Liam asked while relaxing.

“Nggak... I didn't see you as early as.”.

“I went to a restaurant in the middle of the city, bought Solo Strait for you. Abis ye days gibbet. Usually you if there is food to be cheerful again.”

“Wah, macasi ya Liam. Waduh I became the Strait of Solo.”

From the grocery bag, Liam pulled out a white mukena with embroidered colorful pretty flowers. Then a long veil in baby blue.

“I bought this also for Aira, he likes it not ya?”

“Like sure. When will you love? What now mumpung again packing. I temenin.” Kala got up while pulling Liam.

The two headed towards Aira's room and knocked.

“Yaaa while still ribet.” A half-collared teenage girl.

“News, Dek,” says Kala. While Liam's demeanor was very santuy and there was no nervous face at all.

“What the hell, Mas, want to buy me a meatball?” Aira opened the door. Didn't think Liam was around, he didn't wear a veil. The young princess immediately slammed the door and wore a mukena because her veil was buried where.

Meanwhile, Liam, who had been very cool, was suddenly stunned. Aira's long hair, which had been dyed up, showed off a heart-shaped face. Neckline. There's a mole under the left ear.

Kala poked her brother's ribs making Liam gasp and just lowered his gaze.

“Hey, my sister, don't spare it. Oy!”

Liam stuttered. “Iy.. yes, sorry. I'm sorry, yeah, I didn't know I was here. Mmm... I bought you a farewell gift, there's a mukena and a veil. Hope you like.”

Aira blushed in embarrassment. “Makasi, Liam. Yes I packed again yes.”

The little girl flipped over and pranced away the fun while kissing the gift from Liam.

“Dek, the door has not been closed. Haiish.” Kala looked at his sister's behavior.

While Aira was hoping to be swallowed by the earth, Liam had a meaningful smile.

***

“Ustadzah Ella, there's something I want to say.”

Hanna sat in front of Ella. His hand put down the file containing the Aira file. Since they were both in Ella's office, Hanna took off her veil.

Tears shed.

“What's up, son? Why did you bring this santri file here? And why we cry?”

“Because ... because .. santri Aira is my son I dumped, Ustadzah.”

“Innaalillaahi wa innaailayhi rooji’un. Hanna. You never told me you already had a child.” Ella covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide open not hiding her shock.

“Mas Thoriq Aditya is Hanna's first husband. I once told a story but about Aira still hiding because she could not fight disappointment and guilt to herself.”

“As for the orientation of the new santriwati, you are in contact with Aira or her father?”

“Hanna contact Aira. Once Mas Thoriq once sent a message asking if Aira could retreat a week for orientation. They know me as Early Mom, from the long name Hanna Andini.”

Ella's Ustadzah was silent. His eyes were staring at the photo of Aira. The child resembled his mother, only the shape of his eyes and lips were different. Maybe it looks like his father.

“I'm not ready to meet Aira and Mas Thoriq. My sins and mistakes are so much on their”

“Hanna, that man is the place of the caliph. Now I ask, do you regret what you did?”

Tears dripping into Hanna's hands, “Very, Ustadzah. Hanna felt very guilty and very sorry.”

“Have you repented?”

“Hanna has already done penitent prayers and really promises not to do the same stupidity. Hanna hope, Allah accepts Hanna's repentance before this life is taken away..” Tears are flowing more and more.

“Hanna pray also for ease for you to apologize to your ex-husband and child. Pray also that they will be given the gentleness to forgive you.”

While sobbing Hanna wiped away the tears with both backs of her hands.

“You also have responsibilities towards your son Kamelia Aira. Did you know that we will be punished for how responsible we are for our children? Fight to correct your mistake against Kamelia Aira.”

Hanna replied in a soft tone, “I'm afraid, Ustadzah ..”

“Fear only on God. Implore him. If God wills to soften the heart of Kamelia Aira, then that is what happens. Kun fayakun.”

“Ustadzah ..” Hanna covered her face with both hands.

“Sssh, cry for relief. After that, open your heart. The road is not always easy, but remember that we always have a place to lean on Allah Subhanallahu wa Ta’ala. Our duty is to continue to strive for goodness. Niat all because of Allah ..”

“Ustadzah ..” Hanna is speechless, there is fear but growing intention to improve the relationship with her son.

“From now on, Hanna call me, if you don't mind.”

With teary eyes, Hanna looked at the woman with shady eyes and a calming smile.

“Mother ..” Hanna then kissed Ella's back hand solemnly.

***

“Ay, busy no?”

Thoriq looked up at Aira who was peeking out of the doorway. The man was finishing some take-home document reviews.

“Sign in, Darling. Duuuh, Aya's child is ready yet to live mondok in pesantren?”

“Only one that Aira is not ready.”

“Oh, has nothing been bought yet? Tomorrow before Semarang we stop by.”

Aira shook her head strongly. Thoriq tidied up the files and put them on the table.

“Aira is not ready to leave Aya alone at home. A few days after the Aira in Mas Kala and Liam boarding school will return to London. I will be alone at home.”

“Sini sits next to Aya.” Thoriq patted the sofa beside him.

Aira sat on the sofa directly hugging her father.

“How about loneliness?”

“No, later Aya manyin tilawah. Plus there's Netflix.” Reply Thoriq blinked one eye,

“If you miss Aira? I can call once a week. That's also if Aira's memorization deposit has been settled.”

“Aya will send a prayer for Aira.”

“If you miss Aunt Qia how?”

“Hush, wife of people.”

Both chuckle. Thoriq kissed the head of his son.

“Aira is also fine there. No need to cry if you miss Aya.”

“Iih who also ..” Aira cut down when in his heart he was also worried far from his father. Thoriq is the world, father and mother to him.

“Ay, Aira does not forbid if Aya wants to marry again.”

“I know. Makasi, yes ..”

Aira stared in the netra of her father then asked seriously, “Nobody can change position of Aunt Qia, yes?”

“Not ...” Thoriq smiled at Aira's pretentious older behavior compared to her age.

“Basic bucin. Anyway Aya promise will not be sad anymore. Aira so Aya's mind, later Aira can not think of continued bad value.”

“Beuh, ngancem.”

“Embur ... Aya, promise ..” Aira looked seriously at her father with a fierce gaze.

Staring gently at Aira, Thoriq replied, “Aya promise, won't be sad anymore.”

“Aira love same Aya.” Aira hugged Thoriq.

“Maa shaa Allah. I love Aira too. Now sleep, tomorrow we leave at any time, so until Semarang before Dzuhur.”

“Ay, mmm .. Liam give me gift, mukena same veil.” Aira spoke while hiding her face to her father's chest.

Thoriq raised his daughter's face, looking at her seriously.

“Anak Aya is already big .. Take it easy with Liam, yes. The first school was real. Remember, one day Aira will be an independent adult woman, wife, and mother. Everything needs a strong educational base. Also good morals.”

“Let's not like Mama Hanna.”

“Aira ..” Thoriq reprimands.

“Just Aira doesn't want to like Mama, destroy people's households, leave children, become kidnappers. Aira hates Mama. Unfortunately just the same Aya and Mas Kala.”

Thoriq breathed heavily.

“Rasulullah advised that we respect Mother. After all, Mama Hanna was Aira's mother. Have respect. Learn from the mistakes of Aya and Mama, and be a devout and gentle Muslim.”

“In the Lord. Prayer’in yes, Ay ..”

“Always, always. In shaa Allah. Now sleep!”

“Ay ay, Captain ..” Gelak Aira follows her brother's style.

After her daughter returned to the room, Thoriq looked out of her study window. The sky was clear, the stars scattered. The moon shows a white light.

“Bring sons and daughters, servants, yes, Allah. Only to You do I give the best protection. Aamiin ..”

***

“Maa shaa Allah, the pesantren is good. Deck, really cool. You must be at home here.” The spirit pointed to the pesantren building.

The area of the pesanten is divided into four parts. At the front is for the office of manager and business administration and auditorium space. Left for the princess pesantren and residence of the ustadzah with views overlooking the rice fields.

Separated by a vast green field surrounded by jogging tracks is a building for classes and laboratory space both for language and science lessons. At the back there is a sports hall complete with a swimming pool, a field, basketball, and volleyball.

Thoriq and Aira did choose a girls boarding school. The pesantren had only a few male teachers for certain subjects and they did not live in the pesantren area.

“Liam can not enter, because it is not mahram,” said Kala when they arrived at the lobby and written an announcement.

“It’s okay, I wait in the car aja,” reply Liam while helping Thoriq and Aira remove the goods.

Along with them were some new students. Aira immediately got acquainted with them and it turned out that they would all study in the same class.

Thoriq, Kala, and Liam also get acquainted with the parents who deliver. The santriwati looked up at Kala and Liam until their parents rebuked. Kala and Liam finally stepped aside because they also had to keep their eyes.

Two women greeted them from the corporate office.

“Assalamualaykum, ahlan wa sahlan, parents and new students. Let's please come in,” greet the veiled woman in a friendly manner.

“Waalaykumussalam, ahlan bik, yes ustadzah,” answer them in unison.

Thoriq like to recognize the voice of the woman but heed. He escorted Aira in with the other parents while carrying some of Aira's belongings.

Because he was busy, Thoriq did not have time to notice Kala's face turned deathly pale with a streak of cold sweat coming out of his forehead.

***