The Samawa Till Jannah
Season 3- Episode 86 (Last)
A few months later, the time has passed about three months and now the sons of Aksa and Anin have reached the age of three months or less. They are now in the bude house and Pakde to stay there, he said Anin—the woman wants to visit her mother's grave later in the afternoon.
He had not set foot in the tomb for a long time, the mound of earth that covered it all and how clear it was that the dead man who would not return home if he had returned to the ground.
Anin is now ready to go to the tomb and her husband has used the male robe and the pack is ready to go. At home accompanied by bude and mamah Aksa who will stay later tonight, because the papa Aksa really bothered these days.
“Nak, let's hunt maghrib later!” take the pack and they both nod.
They walked out of the main door of the house, where Aksa's car was ready in place. Fortunately, it fits for three pakde pakde's perkarangan cars, although a little narrow and like a lack of space.
Yes, neighboring neighbors and everything here is very strategic if it is made to build a wider and wider house.
“Sharly yes, this is home what is the real hut?” yes, at first Aksa was surprised to hear the words from his papa who had brought his mama here. Just kidding, but like crossing the line.
Aksa did not expect, but Papah had previously apologized.
Want whatever it will be snuffed out for the calculation of the time of the reckoning in the afterlife, insinuating each other was actually but Aksa did not care if they argued small.
For them this is commonplace already many blasphemies that they receive.
Now they've got into the car and their respective places, Aksa who is in front and pakde drive his car he said he wanted a car like this but could not buy the same tax later can be boring.
The main idea for the car tax is already ketar-ketir, let alone have his car added runyam again and Aksa entrusts everything with the Anin pact.
Anin in the back, “Be careful pakde! Watch out for abrasions later, compensation is not much you know pakde. At least one billion cheap,” spontaneous pakde melotti Anin.
This child prayed nothing, and the pack before that sighed.
“Eh relax pakde,” laughter that heard such a clear breath.
“Hm yes thanks, son. But, have you been throwing away fart yet?” pakde folded his forehead wrinkled and Anin laughed loudly when the car was run away from the housing.
It turns out that if you see that Pakde is better at living his car, every time there is an event he uses his favorite car even though it has been brebet he said. Just use a reason, let it be rewarded.
“Then fart can be thrown away?” and Aksa laughed at the innocent question that came out of his wife's mouth.
Women are beautiful and graceful when wearing a robe and a long triangular veil. Aksa could not explain anymore, the man was just pensive.
A scar? It had been stitched several times at the doctor, and the wound had not been completely dry. It turned out that he was hit by a shard of clear glass that used to have problems with him. Can't do that as me being the glass to blame.
“Nin, if discarded by whom?” now Aksa who answered because he did not want his wife to interfere with Anin's final decision, Anin—the woman was unpredictable from her mouth and face that was almost flat plain.
“Iya do not want who it is, want you also will not want.” Anin rolled her lips and looked at her self-conscious husband who was willing to let go of his bad thoughts again.
Astagfirulagalazi.
After a few minutes of silence, nothing came out of Anin's mouth. Ask to be shaved with the cat's tail. Let me just get you all together.
”That now focus on the road,” careless to see the two of them endlessly fighting mouth. Pakde will not focus.
Now they are silent and staring at the streets a little crowded than usual, her husband was not working for a week more and his work was all completed by his personal assistant. I don't know, want to be asked what was the sudden how to get a call if his assistant was sick so Aksa to the hospital first before going to the tomb now.
After a few minutes of walking, they reached their destination and were ready to get out of the car.
“Mas, would you like to buy flowers?”
“Create what? Shower together,”
“Astagfirullahalazim, if a dirty brain is brought here will be holy then?” anin asked as she raised her hand to her waist and bent it, Aksa chuckled.
He scratched his non-itchy nape, while pakde. The old man narrowed his eyes, looking at an iron chariot he seemed to recognize from his plate.
“Why pakde?” Anin saw the eyes of the pakde and pakde gurgling himself, pakde swallow.
He now only answered with a headband.
“Yuk! This is the flower.” Aksa stuck out his hand and he held a plastic one containing flowers, after he bought it earlier when Anin and Pakde talked.
Anin held the bouquet and the plastic flowers, and they now walked to the tomb where Anin's mother was buried forever.
Aksa, he took his first step and got there was a man from behind who was muttering reciting a prayer and a man standing not far behind him.
Aksa frowned and Anin too, he had never met a visiting man only ever Anin met if there was a sprinkling of flowers on the grave of his mother who was still fresh. But Anin never asked that question.
Pakde, he was stunned to want to say the ban if Anin asked. He has to answer what. Pakde shook his head and cleared his throat slowly, they advanced to the final resting place of Anin's mother.
The man standing not far away immediately approached his master to stand guard for his own master. The master was disturbed, Aksa and Anin guessed that this man was no one who knew if they were misplaced.
Aksa who came forward and wanted to pat the crouching man's shoulder was pushed aside by his men and got a sharp glare from the man who was holding his hand.
“Oh so rough play! I want to say if this is your wrong tomb, it means it should move immediately and—” when you want to continue the conversation, the crouching man stood up and pulled his black glasses removed.
The crouching man smiled devilly and looked at all of them, at this moment Anin had his eyes flashed, he had not expected this person to be in his own mother's grave.
What the hell is this strange little guy trying to do, the feeling that he has no taste whatsoever and this guy is still spinning all the way to his new life.
The man looked at his own brother, his older brother was full of smile marks and the man he looked at was a little scared of his own brother. Because, never will his name be able to get a sharp gaze of his own grandfather including his parents first.
“You what are you old man?” tanya Anin cynicism with twisting eyes.
Pakde, it was like biting his own tongue it was so painful to hear his voice calling his own father and his father with harsh words.
“Huh, sorry who's here the old man. Not just me,” The man did not accept it seems but like a person who was provoked by his emotions.
“Oh yes? Pakde to, forgot me.” His kekeh slightly gave a joke when joking it with a predetermined limit and did not exceed the limit.
“What are you doing here?” asked Pakde with a flat and cold gaze and the man seemed to raise his hand to ask his own brother for salim.
“As a sibling adek so be a good sibling adek.” Interspersed with such remarks, the two couples looked a little surprised by the words given.
It would be nice if he dismantled it right now.
Yeah, that guy Revin's not far from that Revino's coded his men to pick up some files and there's already a file he seems to be carrying. In an envelope it was given to his master.
“This, please understand son!” with a soft word and his eyes not far away he glanced at his own biological brother.
Anin who did not know anything received because the envelope was somehow filled with what but kok loved him, he was confused.
Anin looked at her husband in response, Aksa just kept quiet without being able to answer. In his mind now thought that Anin would not accept the presence of the man.
“What is this sir?”
“Just open son,” command Revino develop his smile that.
Anin opened slowly, in front of his wife's grave he could see that this was really his son, his own daughter whom he never imagined if he had a biological daughter from his own flesh.
In the past, his wife never told me if she had a child and the woman was never honest if she had a child, the man was very suspicious.
And seven new months discovered if it was his own son, Revino did not expect if at that time really oscillated between the problems and burdensome prospective children themselves.
Pakde's heart seemed to be dislodged in place, pounding fast and he did not want if later Revino will be closer to the pound itself. But he can't blame fate if Revino is his father.
Anin who opened the envelope felt nothing, she opened the white sheet wide and there was a hospital logo on it.
Anin frowned, who?
Then, Anin's eyes moved downwards where the ninety-nine letters of the coma indicated that Anin's own biological father was Revino.
“Hah! Mean what? I don't understand who's this? Revino,”
Anin who scratched her non-itchy head asked the people around her and looked at her pakdenya who lowered her head.
Then Pakde pulled back his head and looked at his shoulder.
“Just ask your own father!” Pakde replied giving that understanding and Anin looked at the man in front of her who was smiling warmly at him.
“Whose father? Kok suddenly knew the name of a man who did not pantes called his name to become a father! Answer, sir!” Anin needed an answer, Aksa turned a little.
Yes, it must have been predictable if Anin would not be able to accept now the chest if this man answered with certainty.
While Revino, his heart throbbed in pain hearing his daughter's own words and the man sighed softly, he should be able to answer. He explained slowly that his daughter understood what was in her past with her own wife, the mother of his daughter.
“Ehm, son. Sorry if that man is right now in front of you, your own father son.” Revino's answer shows his white teeth.
The flat look he put out, dominated by dark eyes contains a lot of longing with his own wife. Having to get out of that problem, complicated and difficult that he faced.
“Hahaha, you are so funny! Just go home! It's a fake DNA test if you know. Yes ‘kan mas?” at the end she asked her husband, turning to her husband and Aksa who pretended not to know it was just silence, not responding to his own wife's question.
Revino once again simply answered a smile and turned his gaze to his older brother, “Kak. No one wants to be explained?” revino whispered a little.
Pakde again and again silent, flinching somewhat made Revino a little emotional and he had to neutralize his emotions so as not to reach his climax later.
He did not want to hurt his wife who was different in nature, he wanted to make his son happy and before his different life he could feel as a father.
“The story is on diem anyway!” annoyed Anin rolled his lips and stepped closer to his father, looking at his iris closer.
“Pakde, Anin ask for an explanation!” anin exclaimed excitedly and the pakde raised one of the corners of his lips.
“Pakde wants to clear, but—pakde wants you to accept what is later? Promise not to be angry?”
Anin's eyes moved and rolled her eyes lazily.
“OK, ready. Anin will be horrified kok,”
“Iya pakde would like to say, actually if the man is right, Revino is your father. Now that this person is behind you,” Pakde displays his beaming smile and does not want him to show his sadness if Anin will accept it sincerely.
Anin, the woman was shocked. He was unable to hear his pakde's answer, he always saw the man look wara-wiri on TV but what? Never asked and once again searched, studied the info. Never did the man, and now why did he suddenly come without any news. The man who had left his mother during pregnancy, never asked how she was and his mother who used to be in therapy until several times to a psychiatrist to treat her stressed mother.
No one helped his mother, it was and until now remains in Anin's heart hear the words of others who had already understood the household of his parents, pakdenya?
The man she met at the time of her mother's near-suicide and that time was completely above God's will if her mother really committed suicide.
Because suicide is a sin once, it seems later if you die. In the grave will be what, then the act is really disliked by God.
“Iya-iya, I want to go home! Don't meet me until whenever old man! I don't want to have a father like you! The cruel one has no heart for a woman, the woman who is now your wife must be happy because you love her more!” Anin looked as if the woman was looking cruel and hated it was pulling her husband's hand to leave this cemetery immediately.
“Pakde if you want to go home, please take a taxi later!” Anin left some money hundreds of it five sheets.
And Aksa he had to follow Anin's steps so quickly.
But before that Revino, the man chased his daughter with a melt of tears as well as sweat that appeared quickly.
The man stopped his daughter and she crouched down, staring at the cruel gaze and the daughter cried sobbing, she said, he wanted to wipe and kiss his daughter but did not want her to add to the burden and emotions of her daughter.
Now the man speaks, “Sorry if you are late son. Dad ngerti—”
“You better get out of the way old man!” Anin turned her way, she chose the empty path and again pulled her husband firmly, holding back that sense of emotion that was on her mind and her gaze was completely blank.
He did not think that the man was his father, a father who never sought his existence.
Daddy's! One word, the man who was supposed to be the first love for his daughter.
This doesn't!
Anin, the woman has gone away. While the man was still crouching with one of his legs as a pedestal.
“Sorry brother..”
This Revino who looked fragile and really could not accept the situation, his brother who was not far away was helping his brother to stand up, rubbing his brother's back.
Revino immediately hugged his brother.
However, the brother must protect his brother, it was a message from his parents first to keep his brother even though he was married. The older brother remained the second seat of support after both his parents died.
“Kak, am I too quick to explain it? Sis, I want me to be a father to my daughter sister, moreover I want to be a father to my own biological daughter instead of someone else. I wanted to hug and warm her for a few days, but my daughter seemed to not accept for my presence—” the man seemed to be crying more profusely, she said, very different and not far to look at the very heartbreaking master with a tone had stopped for a moment.
Pakde held back his tears not to fall, his old eyes and farsightedness were not too able to see because he had really mengikhlaskan to get old with his wife.
“Kak, sorry I can't be a father. Please apologize, please tell my daughter. I'll go far, never to see my daughter again. I can see my daughter happy with her man of choice. Just order brother, I still love big brother. But, I can't keep living like this.” He spoke with words that were inappropriate for his brother to hear.
Pakde, did not feel pooled tears that collect in his eyes and look at his adek with eyes that are not easy anymore.
“Sorry if you can't help, you will leave before you forgive. But, one of the sisters! Later meet brother if you are really accepted by your daughter herself,” said pakde by strengthening the adek itself.
And sir, that man is no longer strong. His tears spilled, hugging his adek tightly and his gaze was already regretting that there was no misunderstanding that would not have happened.
Sorry my presence will be for a while, but it will always stick in your heart, son. Dad, can really go quietly after this if you can't accept father's presence. If you can meet me at the moment of my death, I will see you before my father's death.
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...Finished... ...
Tired huh? Heehe, I can already tell you this story. I want to do this story, a little not to make sense for this episode. Like hanging, but inshaAllah is well received.
Two and a half years have passed for this story. Really draining energy but for this story can be appreciated 🤣.
Heheheh, I am tired of school for this story.
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Definitely not ngefeel, if later back in the mood then I actually again 😫.
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