Was it wrong of me to love you?
Village house

The situation at the restaurant had begun to be conducive, after Soraya was asked by her two friends to leave the restaurant immediately, let alone the condition of Soraya's body was wet and dirty. Though the woman just wanted to beg her ex-husband not to destroy her career, but actually she was the one who destroyed her own reputation.

Aurelia was still holding Athallah, hugged by the handsome boy, seeing that Emran felt guilty, and then she held the two people she loved very much.

“I'm sorry, Honey. Not to make you afraid like this.” The regretful words he said recalled the moment he slapped Soraya, Aurelia's body trembled.

In his arms he dipped at the tip of Aurelia's head, and one of his hands stroked Athalah's back, hoping that the two would calm his heart.

Aurelia actually understands what Emran is doing as a form of protecting her, and that does not mean she likes to play hands just like that, but still her body still reacts with fear. However, Emran's warm embrace took longer to relax his body again and his breathing began to reorganize. And Athallah let out his sobs.

“Mommy, later bad wishes like Mommy Solaya yes,” said Athallah while pulling his face from the fall on Aurelia's shoulder.

The young woman smiled warmly and rubbed Athallah's cheeks. “InsyaAllah is not like that Brother, Mommy'kan love same Brother, except if Brother is naughty, can Mommy reprimand?” aurelia was so soft.

Athallah nodded his head, and his hand rubbed his wet cheek. Then Aurelia looked at her future husband who was still embracing his waist.

“Thank you Mas Emran for protecting me, even though I was afraid to return.”

“I'm sorry also yes, Darling.”

The most beautiful thing Emran felt in every thank you that was always said by Aurelia, making himself very appreciated by his future wife, even though just his speech was not giving a luxury item.

Apologies, please and thank you mean a lot to someone even if it looks trivial. Because the longer people have forgotten to say the three words.

“Lanjut we to where to play, right?” emran asked Athallah.

“So dong Dad,” said Athallah his sad face began to fade, while Aurelia stared at the table which was still filled with some food that had not been spent due to the presence of Soraya.

“Then finish the food first, dear if not spent, redundant,” take Aurelia while lowering Athallah to his seat again. Then pull Emran's arm back to sit down.

“Mas, I still want to eat first,” Aurelia said with a smile.

“Iya Darling, I am also still hungry actually.”

Problems or sadness can come at any time unexpectedly, but if you support each other then the problem or sadness will not be a burden on someone's shoulders. Precisely will further strengthen a relationship, the same thing that Aurelia now feels her fear only stopped by for a moment, and again a radiant face staring at the face of the prospective husband who returned to feed himself full of warmth.

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Three months have passed ...

Ms. Ida and Mr. Heri are currently in her village, and it is made nervous by the return of the two of them. The black luxury car parked neatly in front of the house is very simple, and it provokes the neighbors to see and approach it.

Emran also presented a complete set of jewelry for Ms Ida during Emran's official proposal event with Aurelia, and the jewelry now adorned the ring, neck and wrist of Ms Ida. Not to boast, but appreciate the gift of his super rich son-in-law.

All this time almost one RT already knows if Aurelia has become a young widow, where did the rumor circulate? Clearly from her sister Bu Dillah Ida, her mouth with a razor sharp gossiped Aurelia, but she covered the ugliness of her own son who was now languishing behind bars.

“Wah like someone who just regained consciousness back to his village, remember home Bu Ida,” chirped one of the neighbors.

Ms. Ida and Mr. Heri who just got off the car commented a thin smile.

“Assalamualaikum Bu Sur, piye kabare?” greet Bu Ida with his friendly.

The neighbors who swarmed them were both seen kepo with the appearance of Bu Ida and her husband, some were staring happy to meet, some were staring cynically. And from a distance was seen the figure of Bu Dillah who was getting closer to the crowd, he wanted to know who was coming.

“Wah, Miss Ida now changed her appearance like a rich man, eh instead of Aurelia being a widow huh? but why are Bu Ida and Mr Heri so different huh?” asked Bu Risma who was flabbergasted while reaching for the hand of Bu Ida decorated with jewelry.

“Ah not also Bu Risma, I am ordinary. Yes, my son is a widow, but an honorable widow,” replied Bu Ida humbled as she pulled her hand from the hand of Bu Risma who still held her.

Ms. Ida also turned her face to her husband who was seen lowering some paper bags and dus from inside the car assisted by the driver.

“I happen to bring souvenirs from Jakarta and from Singapore, coincidentally last week we and our family vacation to Singapore invited by the prospective besan and my daughter-in-law,” said Bu Ida with a face sumringah, and his speech broke the talk of his neighbor who gossiped Aurelia who had become a widow. The widows are a disgrace to their own village.

Some mothers looked silent, but her hands received some packages given by Ms. Ida.

“Oh yes also, I came here to meet with Mr. RT would like to invite to Aurelia's wedding, insyaAllah next week will be married. Please pray yes Mothers,” continued Bu Ida.

Ms. Dillah was obviously very unhappy to hear it, she snorted in annoyance when their gazes turned on each other by accident. Ms. Ida smirked at the presence of her sister, then she turned her face away.

The arrival of Bu Ida and Mr. Heri to the village was not to stay back there, but they wanted to invite their relatives to attend Aurelia's wedding. His son-in-law's candidate has facilitated Aurelia's brother to come to Jakarta. And this is also an event for both Aurelia's parents to return to their village.

Ms. Ida and Mr. Heri finally opened the doors of her long-locked house, and received the arrival of neighbors who were really curious about their situation in Jakarta. It is with great pleasure that Ms. Ida shows a photo of Aurelia with Emran, a daughter-in-law whom she is very proud of. And he did not tell about the Dhafi family who still came from the same village. What has passed is now the story is different. The future that is now will be fulfilled.

“Bu Ida, I want to have a daughter-in-law who is as handsome and rich as this. May dong say the same prospective son-in-law has a friend or brother who like he does not. I want my son to be a widow now,” said Bu Sur kepengen like Bu Ida.

The middle-aged woman only smiled bitterly, that's how people would look good. I don't know what her son who almost died at the hands of his own husband has gone through.