Tired of Loving you
Condition of Aina House

Morgan was speechless to hear Rania's question that had a point. Yeah, she's not Rania's husband's song. Rania no longer belonged to her, but to her sister.

"I'm sorry I was too presumptuous to ask this. I ... I just can't accept completely if you're no longer mine. All this time, I've always felt you were still mine." Morgan smiled wryly while looking down sharply at the fingers of his feet that felt stiff.

"I know how you feel. I felt the same way when you left. But I thought, someday I will also leave the people who love me. From there I began to change my view that great and eternal love was for God alone. I gave you to Him at that time, I begged Him to take care of you. And gradually, Shaka was present breaking through the empty space of my heart, healing the wounds that time was hard to dry." Rania stared blankly at the round clock hanging on the wall of the room. Recollecting the bad times. Time where it is like a kite that is swayed by the wind, not necessarily direction.

"I'm sorry, if I wasn't sick at the time, I wasn't weak, maybe you'd still be mine."

"Don't talk like that. Everything that happens to us is part of the line that God sets for us. Be excited! I'm sure there will be rainbows after the rain. Do not get stuck with the past that will actually make you worse off and have no spirit." Rania smiled sweetly, then turned to look at the clock, remembering the husband never returned.

"Right, at least I can still see you even with a different status." Morgan returned Rania's smile.

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"Honey .. his rice has been able to, nih-" Shaka fell silent, seeing Morgan who met his wife secretly making her blood boil.

"Morgan?" Shaka looked at the bitch Morgan who was also staring flatly at Shaka.

"Don't get me wrong, Mom. Morgan just wants to see how I'm doing, okay."

"Seeing things? Shouldn't wait until I'm here, should I?" Shaka raised his eyebrows.

"Curtain, jealousy!" Morgan screeched, then took his wheelchair out of Rania's room. Rania was only able to shake her head at the behavior of the brothers.

"Darling, are you going to switch hearts and go back to her?" shaka asked, and suddenly the look on her face turned sad.

"Well, are you that? Still don't believe in my love for you? What less evidence, anyway, Mas? I got made pregnant with gini, still can't believe it," grumbled Rania, her face pouting to make Shaka anxious.

"I'm just scared, honey. I believe, it's just that Morgan .. It looks like he's still very much expecting you back." Shaka clasped Rania's hand, then kissed Rania's back. "I love you so much, Nia. Please, whatever happens stays by my side." Rania was stunned as she felt the back of her hand wet.

"Mas, are you crying?" Rania looked at Shaka who was looking down. "Cieee ... afraid of losing me, huh?" goda Rania with a mocking tone.

"Very, Nia. I'm so scared of losing you. Moreover, here is already my junior's seed." Shaka smiled, while gently touching Rania's stomach that had been somewhat bloated.

Shaka smiled and wiped away the trace of her tears, and immediately grabbed Rania's rannum lips.

**

"Bun, it seems like Dad's rarely coming home, huh?" asked Aina, who was helping her mother make grilled rice. Yes, his doctor's degree was lost in vain. Currently, he only helped the mother sell grilled rice in front of her house.

"Yes, Son. I don't know why, your father's hard to contact. The phone is not active" said the mother. Aina let out a rough sigh, then gently touched the mother's shoulder channeling strength to the woman who had given birth to her.

"Maybe I'm very busy, Bun. No, don't think about it anymore. Ntar, the grilled rice does not sell, loh." mother Aina also smiled, then hugged her daughter tightly. However, his heart could not lie. She was very worried about her husband.

May God take care of you, Matt ...

In the midst of the warm embrace of Aina and the mother, there was a knocking sound coming from the main door of their house.

"Who, huh, Bun?" Aina took off her embrace, then threw her confused gaze at mother.

"Let Mother open. You keep the job, okay?"

"Yes, Mother."

Mother Aina walked slowly, then immediately opened the whitewashed door.

"Ah, Son Alvin. Tumben's here. Please come in."

"No need, Mother. I just came here to convey a message from Mr. Harsa, that Mr. Amran was found guilty in the case of kidnapping and falsifying the death data of Mr. Harsa-young Mr. Morgan."

Duarrr.

"Innalallahi! Where is it possible, son?!" shouted Mother Aina, after finally the poor woman fell unconscious.