Want me to Be With You
Episode 32
For the first time after the divorce, Lisnawati and Fitra spent the night at Aqmal's parents' house. In the backyard, Aqmal sat down with Lis and Fitra sleeping on Aqmal's lap. Not far from where they were sitting, there were David, Muli and Jihan, Aqmal's cousins from Bandung.
"Mal, yes. You and your family helped me a lot" Lis smiled.
Staring at Lis at a glance, Aqmal smiled afterwards. "Well, you were once part of this family. You were my wife once. I used to wonder why you wanted a divorce. Gradually, I don't want to know the truth anymore. I'm sure you have reasons you don't want to share with me. Lis, if the percerain used to be due to my attitude or that concerns me. I'm sorry"
Lis lowered her head for a moment before finally returning to review a smile. Without people knowing, the woman hid many wounds. Since then, clear circles have piled up on both of his eyelids. He wanted to spill what he had kept all this time, but still, that reason would not return Aqmal to him.
"If you knew, Bee. I left because I love you. I'm afraid you'll hate me knowing the real reason" Muli's inner.
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Wanting to feel what it was like to sleep in the arms of a mother, Fauziah invited Mufida to sleep with her. Surely there is already approval from Mother Santi. The presence of Mufida, did not make Fauziah forget who raised him.
The night is getting late, but Fauziah is still awake. Staring long into Mufida's face for the first time after this afternoon's meeting. The clear thread managed to fall even though the girl had repeatedly tried not to shed tears.
"I'm sure, Mom must be tired. Mom, I'm sorry that since childhood until now became a burden on my mind" Fauziah murmured. His gaze could not be separated from Mufida's shady face when asleep. She was no longer young, but the woman's face was so smooth and clean. It seems like her second husband is no ordinary man.
"And I don't know what to do, son. Your mother is not okay. What should I do" the inner Mufida who accidentally heard the expression of her daughter's heart.
"I'm sure, outside there are many people who say Mother is not worthy to be Mother. Even when my daughter was in school, I accepted a male proposal for my daughter. Forgive Mother, Ziah. Mother did all this for you. Mommy is sure, you can build a household that is sadinah mawadah warahma. Yes, even though you are only 18 years old, but Mommy is sure, you can pass all the problems that will come to your household" Mother Santi's mind.
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The sweet sound of sparrows is heard again, making the atmosphere in the morning calm. Some people start getting ready for work. Some are still relaxing and some are still sleeping.
"Ziah wake up, son. It's morning" Mufida tidied up her daughter's hair.
"Mom, I'm still sleepy" said Fauziah spoiledly. "Mother, can you accompany me for a moment" he asked. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Where?" ask Mufida.
"To Toko Bandung. There's something I want to buy" Fauziah explained. To Toko Bandung is just his alibi. His real intention was to travel around the City with his mother before the woman came home.