The Incomplete Love
Idaho …

Kala stared intently at Hanna who stared back at him with sadness.

“Kala, Aunt is really sorry for everything Auntie has ever done with you. Suppose you can turn back time, then Aunty will fix all errors.”

Thoriq, Qiara, Devan accompany Kala who insists on meeting Hanna. After discussing with Ms. Asimah, a psychiatrist and psychologist who handles Kala's trauma, it is permissible that the origin in supervision.

Aira still doesn't want to see Hanna. He chose to return to his old school in Solo.

“Where do you know that Aunt is really sorry, not just delinquents?”

“Kala ... good talk, yes,” Qiara reminds her fiery son.

“At the moment Aunt's life is just filled with regret. Aunty is guilty of your parents, as a mother, Aunty is an ungodly mother. Mas Thoriq, Ma'am Qia, Kala, really I beg for forgiveness for mistakes and stupidity.”

Hanna's voice trembled and choked, her hands cold.

“Tante know? Until now Kala was afraid in the dark because Aunt's men always turned off the lights so that Kala could not see that time. The slap on Kala's cheek is still imprinting here,” Kala pointed at his chest.

Thoriq and Qiara exchanged looks. Qiara felt guilty because the things Kala said escaped her attention.

Still venting emotions, Kala continued, “Tante knows the scariest? Running between the shootout and looking back time .. when looking back, Kala loi Buna dragged into the car. When I was two years old, Auntie, two years!”

Thoriq held onto Kala's shoulder, rubbing her slowly trying to calm her child.

Tears dripped down the veil Hanna was wearing. What a cruel act he did to a two-year-old who knew nothing. Once in the wound that was incised until now the bad incident is still stored in the memory of Kala.

“Angry, Auntie! So angry!”

Hanna lowered her head, herself sincerely receiving Kala's anger. He hoped that at least the boy would have a chance to vent to him.

“Tante is also evil with Buna! They take away people's husbands. Until the heart makes Buna hurt Aya,” exclaimed Kala released all his anger.

“Kala... “ Qiara reminds. Thoriq rubbed his eyes, the events of the night were like bad films that were always playing in his head.

“Hate the same Aunt Hanna, Buna. Why did God create a man as evil as him?”

“Darling, done getting angry?” Qiara continued to speak in a low and gentle tone.

Kala wiped away the tears on her cheeks violently. The teenager did not answer his mother. He leaned against the sofa with his hands folded over his chest.

“Im sorry my son's anger.”

“Hanna sincere, Mbak ..”

“So now you stay here?”

“Ustadzah Nurlaila invites Hanna to live and work here. It was she who guided Hanna. But ... But what makes Hanna change is the book Jalan Penance, Qur’an, and the prayer device that Mbak gave time in prison.”

Thoriq, Devan, and Kala looked at Qiara in surprise.

“It took years for Hanna to realize all the ugliness that happened was the fruit of Hanna's own actions.”

Hanna did not dare to look at Qiara.

“Hanna just wants to have a chance to be forgiven by Mas Thoriq, Qiara, Kala, and of course Aira. That's what Hanna begs at the end of each prayer,” he continued.

Qiara replied with a pensive face, “It took years for Mbak Qia to forgive Hanna. Especially forgetting. It turns out that forgetting is harder than forgiving.”

Then he continued, “But Mbak has forgiven you Hanna. That everyone must have a path of repentance and Maak hope you will survive in it. Happiness will not be perfect if you hurt others.”

“Hanna understands now, Ma'am. Thank you for forgiving Hanna.”

Thoriq looked cynically at his ex-wife before raising his voice, “It's not that easy for me to forgive you, Hanna. What you did to me and Aira was disgusting. I don't have an ocean-wide heart like Qiara.”

Hanna gulped at the words of her ex-husband.

“Hanna, sincere, Mas.”

“But you can work for Aira. I will not hinder your efforts to get close to Aira.”

Hope grows in Hanna's heart.

“Thank you, Mas. Hanna will prove it to Aira. And may Mas have the breadth to finally forgive Hanna.”

“Tante, Kala wants Buna to forgive, but can't. Kala would be sorry if he could prove that Aunt really loves Aira.”

“In shaa Allah, Kala. Aunty will beg for forgiveness and prove that Auntie loves Aira.”

“Hanna, among us there is nothing, so do not expect anything from me,” stressed Thoriq.

Hanna nodded, the passionate love that used to be felt for Thoriq was dead replaced with shame and regret.

Thoriq continued, “I will not be a bridge between Aira and you. But I will try to persuade Aira to return to the pesantren because from the first his ideals are mondok.”

“In shaa Allah I will take care of Aira during the pesantren, Mas.”

Qiara held onto Kala's shoulder. His son was still staring suspiciously but was no longer as fiery as before. Kala is expressive from childhood. He dared to express his opinions and feelings.

“Udah relieved now, Kal?”

“Hopefully, Bun. At least I've seen Aunt Hanna and talked directly.”

Qiara looked at Hanna, then said, “Hanna, we're saying goodbye. Hope you can continue like this.”

“In the Lord. Once again Hanna apologizes.”

Qiara smiled then approached Hanna. He hugged and hugged until Hanna was crying on his shoulder.

“Try on the rest of your life to be a good mother to Aira. He's a good boy and sholihah don't waste it,” whispered Qiara. Hanna nodded. Her determination was unanimous as hard as she would be to be a good mother to Aira.

Thoriq and Devan were amazed at Qiara's attitude towards Hanna. While Kala prepared beside Bunanya in case Hanna did some strange action.

Qiara let Hanna cry to the satisfaction on her shoulder after which she continued saying, “Mbak Qia will pray for you and Aira.”

“Hanna will also pray for the happiness of Mba Qia and family.”

“We're saying goodbye, Hanna. Assalamualaykum.”

“Waalaykumussalam, Mbak.”

Thoriq, Devan, and Kala nodded and walked out of the room Ustadzah Ella lent so that they could speak freely.

Hanna didn't deliver her guests. He was still sitting in thought when Ella came in.

“How?”

“Alhamdulillah, Mom. May Allah ease Hanna's path forward.”

“Aamiin .. there go to the hospital. Hape you've been sounding constantly, Doctor Dicky phone seems like something urgent.” Ella did not want Hanna to dissolve in sadness for a long time.

Hanna's eyebrows furrowed, to the best of her knowledge Sunday her task was to only record non-medical purchase items for a week.

“Thank you, later Hanna phone Doctor Dicky.”

“Hanna, did you meet your ex-husband? How do you feel?”

“Honestly, Hanna currently has no taste whatsoever for Mas Thoriq. And he is still the same.”

“Means?”

“Still loving Mbak Qia very much. Hanna was trying to feel if there was any jealousy every time Mas Thoriq looked at Mba Qia. But nothing, Mom. Even Hanna feels kasian because Mbak Qia looks very happy with Doctor Devan.”

“You slipped a prayer for their happiness. Every time we pray well for others, then angels will pray for us.” Ella smiled and hugged Hanna. “Mother's son, you're all right, yeah. Now off to.”

“Hanna wants ablution and then leaves for the hospital. Pamit, Ma'am ..”

Meanwhile towards the parking lot Devan took Qiara who was walking in front. While Kala darted away as soon as he saw Liam and his sisters.

“I didn't know you used to meet Hanna in jail.”

“Oh it ..”

“Qiara,” Devan calls his wife with great emphasis. He knew very well the habits of his wife who could not possibly just visit without doing anything.

“Qia just love the same book prayer tools, really. Oiya all pay Hanna's cellmates to keep an eye on her behavior, yaaa a little lesson if she's weird. Pretty long also she bullied them,” Qiara chuckled.

Thoriq and Devan who were walking parallel instantly stopped and stared at each other with raised eyebrows. Qiara continued walking towards her children who were already gathered beside the car.

“Dev ... don't be weird. I don't want to hear your news mutilated.” Thoriq stared in admiration at the figure who continued to walk leisurely.

Devan whispered, could not accept another man looking at his wife with a look of adoration. “Mind a view or we fight here.”

***

Hanna sat in the angkot. He was still contemplating what happened this afternoon. Although Thoriq and Kala have not fully forgiven, but at least they give her a chance to be a good mother for Aira.

Incoming message:

Real long. This is a work stack.

Hanna replied:

Sorry, Doctor Dicky. Already in angkot. Twenty minutes until.

Dicky wrote:

Okay. Be careful on the road.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Hanna went straight into the warehouse after retrieving the notes and barcode printer labels. Last week the hospital bought a lot of non-medical equipment such as brakar, tray, and more.

From a distance he saw Dicky talking casually and joking with some nurses. His style is flamboyant. Doctor Dicky was a prima donna working women in that hospital.

Hanna grunting, “Cabul.”

There are already several apprentices in the warehouse.

“Hanna alhamdulillah you finally arrived. Please handle the print items yes, we because it is already half way for big items.”

“Siap, Mas.”

The barn door opens. Dicky looked up. As soon as he saw the figure he was looking for already working, he smiled. Hanna didn't see it because she was busy taking notes and labeling.

He gave a thumbs up to Stump who told Hanna to do the print. That part is the most annoying because the item is a lot so it takes patience and high-level precision.

“Rasain, emang I do not know you diem-diem still like me kataain I pervert,” murmured Dicky then out to his practice room.

Dicky closed the door with a satisfied smile on his lips.

In the afternoon, Hanna tidied up all her belongings and prepared to go home with the other interns.

Passing through the ER, he sees Dicky being charmed by the nurses who seem to be heavy with the booze coming out of the mouth of the weathered bachelor.

“Ckckckck ..” Mumbles while continuing to pass without turning his head.

Unknowingly, as soon as Hanna passed by, Dicky ended his conversation and peered at Hanna. His eyes stared at the long, thistled woman's back walking away.

“Ngak .. no. .. he's not my type.” Dicky shook his head while scratching his non-itchy head.

***

“Dev, we're fine stayin kids in hotel just the same Kala and Liam.”

“Only overnight, Darling. After all Abby and the triplets are really kind of like her sisters.”

“When we are impatient that Barran has disturbed Hayyan.”

“Udah is okay. Here, senderan in me.”

Devan rented a luxury villa on the slopes of Mount Dieng. The wooden villa offered warmth in the temperature range of 10 degrees Celsius that night.

Qiara walked up to her husband and then turned her head to his chest. They sat on the deck overlooking the green hills. With a thick jacket and blanket and a fireplace that the officer lit.

Devan embraced Qiara's shoulders and peeked at the tops of his heads.

“Maa shaa Allah the scenery,” muttered Qiara.

Devan pinched Qiara's chin facing the beautiful face to her face.

“Iya, maa shaa Allah,” he replied and landed a soft kiss on the lips of his wife.

Qiara drowned in the warmth of Devan's unsatisfied lips **********. Her husband increasingly tightened his embrace and increasingly launched an attack not only to the lips.

“Devan, Devan briefly ..”

Devan looked at him with a disturbed look.

“I want to check the kids. At least Kala, yes can be two minutes.”

As soon as Devan loosened his embrace Qiara darted into taking the hape.

Devan is unwilling to let go of his wife easily. After turning off the fireplace, he locked the door and closed the curtains. Qiara was talking to Kala.

“It turns out Mas Thoriq transported all the children from the hotel to his home. They're making a bonfire in the backyard. Triplets again learned to make grilled corn,” whispered Qiara who was still listening to Kala's report.

“Abby again learn to make fried bananas with Bibik and Aira. Hayyan did not stop eating fried oncom.”

Devan smiled then stood behind Qiara as he slowly removed the veil his wife was wearing then removed the thick jacket and threw it carelessly.

“Dev, leave ...” Whisper Qiara again.

“Now while waiting for the corn to mature, Barran and Azka again table tennis opponents Thoriq and Liam.”

“Hmm,” Devan has already sunk in the niche of Qiara's neck making the entire body of the woman bristle.

“Okay, Kala, greetings to sisters, yes. Bye.”

Qiara could no longer resist Devan's attack.

“Dev, ih I again horrified ..”

Devan pushed gently Qiara over the bed then restrained her. Ten more years they are together and he still continues to crave the sweetness of love with Qiara.

They are very aware of the sensitive point of the pair and never stop looking for other spots that can arouse desire.

In between long, lustful kisses, they looked up, admiring each other. Qiara stroked the coarse hair that grew on the side of Devan's jaw and looked at her husband's brown netra.

“Now Yes Qia,” pinta Devan. Qiara nodded and felt Devan move slowly. Both enjoy the rhythm they create.

After finishing, they lay facing each other, as usual Qiara would slough into her husband's warm chest.

Devan stroked Qiara's smooth shoulder. Smacked it a few times.

“Qia, according to you later in London, Kala should continue therapy?”

“I think advanced yes. Kasian turned out Kala often woke up nights and scared.”

“By the way does not feel next year Liam has gone to college.”

“Iya, Dev .. sad also he chose a lecture outside the city so only occasionally can meet. Dev, a few days ago your father asked me if I would like to hold his company because he wants to retire.”

“You want, Honey?”

“I don't want to be too busy because Abby and the triplets still need attention. Maybe some of the hotels I hold.”

“According to me, you can hold a hotel and restaurant that head office in London. To which Australia looks like Daddy will hand it over to my cousin, Austin.”

“You don't mind your allot being held by Austin?”

“Honey, without it all we've had more than enough. The education of the children is also guaranteed and I have prepared funds that can be liquid if they are twenty-five years old. Very adequate for them to start independent life.”

“Austin's the one who visited December to London?”

“Betul, be careful he playboy.”

“Bond.”

Devan looked at Qiara who at the age of almost forty years was still looking young.

“Just be careful, enough I'm jealous of Thoriq, no need to add Austin.”

“Kok bring Mas Thoriq? Why her?”

Devan did not answer but honestly he knew that Qiara's ex-husband was still unable to move-on and often stole a glance at his wife.

“Just like you have me, dot.”

Devan restrained Qiara and kissed the woman. Back they sipped the sweetness of love that night until their tired bodies hugged each other to provide warmth.

“I love you, Dev. Don't be jealous of anyone. I’m forever yours.” Qiara kissed gently the tip of her husband's nose.

***