Tired of Loving you
I Forgive You

"But finally, you hurt me so deeply, Fat," soaked Rania, her body collapsing into Shaka's arms.

"I'm sorry, Ran. I'm sorry, I feel best friend terb*ngsat. Hit me, slap me, kill me if you need to be satisfied, Ran," roared Fatma, prostrating at Rania's feet. He spills all the regrets that haunted him while in prison.

"I'm sorry about you, Fat. But I can't go back to how I used to be. Of course you understand the feelings of a mother when the safety of her child is threatened" replied Rania. His heart felt like it was sliced to see the best friend version of himself even prostrate and beg for mercy on him.

"I promise to change and I'll make up for all my mistakes in prison. I accept the punishment with a chest." Fatma pulled herself up, then held tightly onto Rania's hand. "Trust me, I regret what I did. I love you, Rania." Fatma kissed the back of Rania's hand, then stared and nodded at the police as her chat code was over.

"All right, Mister and Miss. The suspect has fulfilled your wishes, has apologized to you kindly and is willing to accept his sentence. Then, we say retreat and hopefully healthy always," said a police officer, pulling Fatma's arm to stand in the middle of the two policemen. The three of them turned around and set their feet towards the main door.

However ...

"Wait!" exclaimed Rania, who managed to make the three stop that second as well. Rania moved her legs closer to Fatma, then hugged her from behind. "Take good care of yourself, my friend," whispered Rania, and finally the two smiled at each other in a rush of tears. Fatma's body trembled uncontrollably guilt and happiness that urged to come out, finally poured out, relieved.

"I'm sorry, Rania. I'm so sorry" isak Fatma. Fatma felt how warm the embrace of the friend she had hurt.

After Fatma left, Rania sat on the floor. His roar of tears deeply cut Shaka's heart, as a husband who failed to look after his wife. As Fatma and Rania embrace, Shaka can do nothing but watch over the two and is happy to see the two friends get along again. Although Shaka knew, the white paper that was stained by a single speck would not return to its original clean even though it had been cleaned with all its might.

"Dear, calm yourself. You're great, I'm proud of you." Shaka hugged Rania tightly, rubbing Rania's trembling shoulders.

"Why is she the same as me, Mom? Why is he evil? And why can't I see him hurt?" raung Rania in Shaka's arms, her hands clutching tightly at the end of her husband's shirt.

"He's got dark eyes, honey. And now he has realized and regretted his actions" Shaka said.

"I was sick to see him prostrate at my feet. Though, according to me .. I was also wrong, Mas. You should belong to him, Morgan belongs to him. Why am I yours? Why am I not sensitive?" ask Rania.

"We are met by Allah and will be separated by Allah. You have to be sure of that. So, we wouldn't be easy to separate if it was just because of Fatma's confession."