Tired of Loving you
Apologize

Hari ini, Fatma diizinkan keluar dengan syarat tetap dikawal oleh pihak kepolisian. Fatma menghirup udara luar dalam-dalam. Enam bulan sudah ia hanya menghirup pengapnya udara penjara. Dan ini kali pertamanya dapat ia rasakan sejuknya udara luar.

"Please, Miss," said a police officer, allowing Fatma to get into a white-and-blue car with the police letter. Fatma nodded, then the handcuffed hand grabbed the door handle and pulled it open.

Fatma got into the car and a policeman sat next to her. The car is running at medium speed.

During the trip, Fatma was silent to reflect on all her mistakes. The foolishness that he had been doing led him into a dark and misleading world. Until now, he got the right reward and he had to receive with chest roomy.

"Excuse me earnestly, and you will attain freedom. Don't take revenge too deep, because it will only burn your heart and burn your future" said a policeman who was next to Fatma.

"I know, Sir. And I regret all my actions. But is there a possibility for me to be free?" ask Fatma lirih. Then, the police are holding the wheel

nodding steadily. "You're hostile to the wrong people, miss. That man loves Miss very much. To the extent that he thought about Miss's mother's fate if Miss was in jail too long," he said.

Fatma's heart was touched by the confession of the police who were holding the wheel. Fatma smiled faintly, then a drop of warm liquid fell into her hand that was being circled by a pair of handcuffs.

"Yes, he is very good. And I'm the fool" said Fatma, then the situation in the car was quiet again. Until they arrived at a luxurious house in black and white, Fatma knew the owner of the house.

Farma's heart rippled, he felt nervous and scared. The high door opened. And there appeared an old pregnant woman, welcoming them with open arms.

"Please come in, sir," said Rania softly. His eyes were fixed on a woman wearing orange-colored clothes with handcuffs that were holding her hands together.

"Come in, Fat," he said to Fatma who was still glued, while bowing her face sharply. Fatma nodded, then walked slowly behind Rania. His heart is beating very fast. For him, it is better to face a chatty customer than to face a friend who is almost harmed by his cruel treatment.

"Wait for my husband to finish the bath first, yes, sir," he said kindly. A policeman nodded and smiled.

A gripping and tense atmosphere for Fatma who was in a position of guilt. His position seemed to give a long distance to his friendship with Rania. Occasionally Fatma glanced at her best friend, but who glanced as if refusing to look at her. Is that how Rania hates me? Her thought.

Until drinks and some snacks lined up at the long table, Shaka had just come down and immediately greeted the police. As for Fatma, Shaka just nodded as a form of respect to the guests.

"Welcome to our home. Sorry we can only give treats as is, because ... Wife again spoiled fashion," joked Shaka. Rania's cheeks hinted in embarrassment, her outstretched hands pinched Shaka's arms. Let alone Rania, the police just cry to see the scene husband and wife do not know the place.

Slight pain saw the scene of uwu in front of his eyes. But, Fatma tried to sincerely think that it was all part of God's destiny. True exists. Mate, death, sustenance, beautiful, handsome, black, white, it is all the destiny of God. If so, what can we do?

"Ehm! So, how's the case going, sir?" shaka asked, trying to neutralize the atmosphere.

"The purpose of our arrival here is none other than to bring our prisoners to apologize directly to Sister Rania. Where, the status is now a suspect" said a police officer. "Please, Sister Fatma to open her voice" he said.

"Rania .. My arrival here was right, I wanted to apologize. Before you wonder, I will explain everything first. Please, no one cut my conversation." Fatma closed her eyes and sighed heavily. The others were just staring at Fatma, waiting for the sentence to come out of Fatma's mouth.

"I admit, I put the poison in your food. But believe me, it's just a poison with the mildest level of risk. I'll make sure the poison isn't harmful to your womb, too. And the reason I did that is .. because I'm mad at you who's always loved by the man I love. I'm tired of keeping this feeling, Ran. But besides, I can't do anything either. Honestly, I don't want to hurt you by taking the man you love and who loves you. Believe me in disbelief, I am very sorry after putting the poison in, Ran. I'm so sorry. Hyks, hyx," isak Fatma.

"Why don't you want to tell me that you love Morgan? After running aground with Morgan, you also did not tell me about your feelings for Shaka. Why?" fatma's eyes narrowed. There was still pain in his heart every time he remembered the gripping incident at that time.

"Because I always see your depressed condition, Ran. Where can I confide while you also need a shoulder to lean on?" ask Fatma.