Tired of Loving you
Matchmade

Rania and Shaka, Aina and Adi, now Aslan and Nova. The couple was busy with their little daughter. Happiness enveloped both. The little family never escaped the beautiful colors of the rainbow.

Their daughter is very beautiful, agile, and funny. Aslan loved her daughter even though it was not her flesh and blood. Nova often felt guilty about seeing Shaka proudly holding his biological son. While husband? Nova always felt like she was failing to be the perfect wife. Having a husband who is so patient, it was a heavy blow to Nova as a victim of irresponsible male satisfaction.

"Sister, I'm sorry, yes. I haven't been able to give my whole life to you." Nova lowered her head sharply, hiding her face that was holding back tears.

Aslan, playing with her daughter, turns her attention to Nova. "What are you thinking, honey?"

"He's not your real son, but you love him very much. While the others were holding their flesh blood, you were holding the child of the result-"

"Nova!" jolt Aslan, managed to make Nova's mouth silenced and frightened. This was the first time Aslan had said in such a high tone to her.

"Excuse me, dear," whispered Aslan, and immediately grabbed Nova's vibrating body. "Please, don't say anything bad about our daughter. She is my biological daughter" whispered Aslan, gently rubbing Nova's back.

"I'm sorry, brother. I just feel like a woman who failed to be a wife entirely. It should be, now that you are happily holding and playing with your real daughter" isak Nova.

"No, Honey. She's my biological daughter, no matter who her biological father is. To be sure, I made the first Adhan in his ear, and I gave him the name ... The Slava Amora Pradikta. In that instant, she has officially become my biological daughter forever" Aslan said slowly, but with great emphasis. It was to make Nova feel deterred and no longer think bad about Slava.

Nova roared even more in Aslan's arms. "Sister, I'm sorry," he roared. Slava cried to see his mother crying, as if also felt the pain that his mother felt.

"Look! Slava cried," said Aslan, swiftly holding Slava and smacking the child's puffed cheek. "Do you feel your Mother's worry, son?" ask Aslan, gently. Miraculously, the beautiful baby was immediately silent and immediately played his father's lashes.

Nova looked at Aslan full of love and pride. The woman took the initiative to hug Aslan who was holding Slava in her right hand. Suddenly, Aslan turned his head and returned his wife's embrace with his left hand. The three of them hugged each other, venting affection and channeling warmth.

**

In a black and white room, Morgan was painting abstract paintings. He spends more time painting. His work lay haphazardly until his room was full and messy. But how else? That's all Morgan can do to make Rania forget.

In fact, of the paintings seventy percent is the face of Rania. The contents of his head were still about the woman who was now his sister-in-law.

"Morgan ..." call a man who's already standing behind Morgan.

"Pa's." Morgan looked back, and he immediately embraced the old body.

"Don't cry, son! You're a man. Where's your stoutness? Where's your wife?" asked Mr. Harsa, gently rubbing Morgan's head that was buried in his stomach.

"Sorry, Pa," said Morgan.

"Papa intends to match you with a woman who has a bad past, but she has turned into a very good woman" said Mr. Harsa, taking off his arms.

Morgan gasped at the words of his father. He looked up at Mr. Harsa questioningly. "I mean Papa?"

"Fatmas."

In that instant, Morgan felt as if the world was laughing at him, the sea was about to sink him, and the sky was about to swallow him. That woman, Morgan never even took a glance at her. That woman hurt her woman.

"Until I die, I don't want to marry her, Pa," Morgan refused.

"But she has agreed to this matchmaking, Morgan. Inevitably you have to accept it," said Mr. Harsa, full of emphasis.

"Is that? How long will Papa manage my life?" morgan asked, looking intently at Mr. Harsa.

"If you refuse this match, let Papa settle in a distant place and do not contact Papa" threatened Mr. Harsa.

Morgan was silent, then for a second then his lips smiled sideways while nodding lightly. "Because Papa has ruled my life for a long time, I will also accept Papa's rule until now, even if I am in a state of disintegration."