Want me to Be With You
Episode 18's
After the death of the Malik family, Fauziah hugged his Grandmother. Her tears broke in Grandma's warm embrace. Disappointment mixed with pain made him speechless, only tears could describe how hurt the woman was.
"Don't cry anymore. We don't blame you"
That sentence, powerful enough to reduce the tears broke Fauziah. He broke his arms, hugged his uncle. "I'm sorry, Uncle. I'm embarrassing our family"
Uncle Fauziah stroked his nephew's head. "Nothing to forgive. This is a reprimand for our family, so that in the future it is more decisive in choosing a future husband"
"You're wrong, that's wrong Mother. Mother who always asks you to marry young" said Mother Santi. Her defenses collapsed, she cried hugging her daughter and sister.
Dusk began to sink, but sorrow was still in place. The night was so cold, it didn't make Fauziah go into the room. He was seriously working on the report on the balcony of his room.
At the Malik house, on the second floor. Inside his room, Aqmal stood behind the window. The look in his eyes did not escape from what he saw at this moment. The man watches over the woman of his heart. She loves Fauziah but her son needs her.
"I'm sorry, Ziah. Until then, you will be the only woman I love" Aqmal said.
Slowly but surely, that was how Fauziah worked out his report. Now, the girl was only thinking about her school. Mate business, let it come by itself. Over and over again the girl yawned, but she was reluctant to end her activities.
"Why hasn't he slept yet? Doesn't he have to be an apprentice tomorrow" Aqmal muttered. I want him to send a message to his little girl. But is he worthy and worthy of doing that?
His intentions had to be broken. He's nobody anymore. He was just a man who stepped on the pride of a woman. The loser man who dares to propose but maliciously chooses another option. It can be said, the granddaughter of the Malik family can still meet the family of the father if he wants. But what he did, he didn't think until there. He's weak, he's a loser.
The clockwise direction starts to move from the number eleven to the number one. Time is late. But Fauziah is still in the same position. The cold air did not make his spirit fade, quite the opposite. He gets excited when the thesis he needs is easily available.
The sound from the kitchen woke Fauziah who had not been asleep for a long time. I don't want him to wake up. There is a job waiting for him at Puskesmas.
"Ages.. Get ready for Puskesmas ..."
"Yes, Mother ..."
His bag, school uniform and suit were ready on his bed. Simply he applied it according to their respective functions. When she finished, the girl met her mother in the kitchen.
"Mother, today I'm home a little late. Mommy eats only if you are hungry, no need to wait for me to go home" said Fauziah while shifting the chair.
Mother Santi who was still active in the kitchen approached her daughter who was waiting for her to have breakfast together. "You too, don't eat late. You'll be sick"
"Yes, Mother"'
After breakfast, Fauziah paid his way to the internship. He's out taking his shoes on a shoe rack–putting his shoelaces properly.
"Spirit, Ziah!!" he murmured slowly but firmly.
The wheeled vehicle was removed from the garage. His eyes met with Sakila Mother who was watering flowers on the porch of the house. It's rude if he doesn't greet his neighbor.
"Morning, Auntie" Fauziah greeted kindly.
"Morning, Honey. Want an internship?" asked Mommy Santi to stop his activities.
"Yes, Aunt. I'm leaving first, Auntie. Assalamualaikum"
Two-wheeled vehicles began to travel at moderate speed. Fauziah should not be ashamed to greet the people in the complex, however, they do not know about the proposal or the failed marriage.
Behind, there is Aqmal who also wants to go to Puskesmas. Fauziah let the car go ahead of him. Fauziah was in no hurry. Fauziah knew the driver was Aqmal.
"Oh my God, strengthen me. My thoughts are mature so that I am not always rash in making decisions" said Fauziah.