Want me to Be With You
Episode 23
The rain of lightning looks so scary. Even some of the trees on the side of the road also fell due to the strong wind. On the way home, Aqmal accidentally saw a familiar figure who was trying to turn on his motorbike engine that suddenly broke down on the road.
Aqmal rushed to pick up the waterproof hoodie jacket in the back seat, then approached the woman he loved. "Ziah, what's the matter with your bike?" tanyakanya.
He is Ziah, whose bike suddenly dies on the street seven houses. Fauziah looked up–wiped the rainwater that soaked his face. "Not knowing, Brother. Suddenly dead"
The woman began to shiver. The lower and upper teeth are racing against each other. The maron she was wearing began to show her curves.
"Wear this" Aqmal handed him his hoodie jacket. It's okay he's sick, just not the woman in front of him. Fauziah accepted, he really needed that kind of shirt.
"Wait for me in the car" Aqmal said. The man started taking over the Fauziah bike. Pushing it a little forward, where there is an ojek base. Many times he started the motor matic but never succeeded. Aqmal returned to meet Fauziah in the car.
"You go first .." Aqmal said bowing to Fauziah from the car window.
"But, Brother .." Fauziah slightly raised his voice as the rain grew heavier.
"No Papa," Aqmal said convincingly.
"Sister.. Let's go home... Just leave my bike there. I'll take it to the workshop tomorrow morning!!" Fauziah. Heavy rain made it impossible for him to lower his tone.
"Is it Papa?!!" ask Aqmal whose voice is no less big. Fauziah replied with a nod of his head. As Fauziah said, Aqmal washed the steering wheel of the motor then entered the car.
No one spoke on the way home. The two were silent with their respective minds–until the car driven entered the Mango complex. In front of Fauziah's house, Mother Santi was waiting for her daughter to come home. Worried? Of course the woman was worried. His daughter who is scavenging for sustenance has not yet arrived home. Plus the boy's cell phone number is off. Which mother is not worried.
"Sister, thanks for the ride" said Fauziah.
The beautiful dress she was wearing was wet. But the lipsticks do not fade even though rain water can wet it. His tiny body began to feel a profound change. It was cold to make him shiver. The girl took her bag and went down to the mother.
"Assalamualaikum, Mother ..."
"Vaalaikumsalam. Comein. Mommy already has warm tea" said Mommy Santi lead his daughter into the house.
Aqmal went inside the house letting his car outside. Just like Mother Santi, Mother Sakila also made warm tea for her son.
"Mal .. take a shower right away, son. Later Bunda bring warm tea in the room" said Mother Sakila.
"No need, Bun. I'm not a child anymore" said Aqmal, who didn't want to trouble her first love.
Several tens of minutes passed, Aqmal finished with all its frills. His hand pulled the chair that was in the room–and began to sit with his hands piled on the table. His mind is fucked.
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In the morning, a loud noise from the first floor did not make Kanisya Fauziah open his eyes. The beautiful girl was not well in her room. From last night at one in the morning, she felt cold until she shivered again. The thick blanket that wrapped his body felt less thick.
Chinese-cheque ... The door is wide open. Mother Santi frowned when she found her daughter was still wrapped in a blanket.
"Mother, it's cold" complained Fauziah.
Mother Santi approached, taking a place on the side of the bed. "Why don't you wake up mom"
Mother Santi put up an apron, took the pot, rice and water. The woman is good at cooking. In between his activities, vaguely heard someone say hello. Mother Santi approached and found Mother Sakila at the door.
"What happened let it pass. There is no point in harboring hatred" Mother Santi's inner.
"Vaalaikumsalam. Let's go in, Ki" Mother Santi let Mother Sakila in.
"No need for San. I'm here to give this to Fauziah" Mother Sakila handed me an envelope with money.
"This is what, Ki?" ask Mommy Santi.
"So Dina called me. He said Ziah didn't go to work because he was sick. While today she's payday" explained Mother Sakila.
"Yes, I'll give it to him. Makasi yes, Ki" said Mommy Santi smiled.
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Elsewhere, precisely in Kontarakan–Lisna looking at his son who was a henchman in a baby box. The woman was crying. The money he saved left 300 thousand. While Lis could not give ASI exclusively to her son. Not to mention that her mother-in-law was unwilling to accept Fitra, her granddaughter. Complete was the burden of the woman's mind.
"Mas, who should I blame. My herself? Ye? or Aqmal?" murmured Lis. She squeezes her hair. His head was about to break. The house that he and his parents used to live in for shelter, is now confiscated by the Bank.
It's not easy to be in Lis's position. Loving an Aqmal but having to separate because it feels unworthy to be the wife of Aqmal Malik. Then when he began to accept the man who made his first family destroyed, the man actually went for a long time.
"Akkhh ...!!" Lis screaming. He came back crying.
"O Allah, if death is best for me, then shut me down. And if life is best for me, then live me with happiness"
"Ma ma ma ma ..."
Lis wiped her tears. He approached his son who started talking.
"Fitra calls Mama yes, son. Fitra wants a drink?" Lis asked her son to speak.
"Ma ma ma ma ..." Fitra said that word again. She hugged her son and cried.
"I'm sorry Mama. Sometimes my mom ignores you. That Fitra should remember, dear Mama Fitra. Fitra is the treasure of Mama in this world. Fitra is a beautiful child, son" Lis said staring fixedly at her son's face.
"Hmmm" replied Baby Fitra like an understanding child. Whether it was just a coincidence or indeed the child knew his mother was not okay.
"I have to find a job. Fitra only has me, and I only have Fitra. Enough of me to live in misery, not my son" Inner Lis.
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