When Love Should Determine
Chapter 43

Iqbal left the place and passed Larissa without saying another word. While Hamzah looked at Iqbal's departure with cynical eyes.

Larissa still stands not far from her husband. He was a little relieved when he saw his brother had left. Her tears flowed, but not a word came out of her lips. I don't know what those tears mean. Either sadness, disappointment, heartache, or what. She was relieved because her husband was okay.

For a moment Hamzah looked towards Larissa who was still sculpting. His gaze was cold, showing no expression. "Well, you're still there? Go home, don't worry about me. I'm fine!" said it.

"Let's go home!" larisa said, but can still be heard by Hamzah. Tears still flowed when I said that.

"I still have business. You go first, I'm coming!" answer's rude.

"But a splinter!" larissa said a little forcefully.

"Yes! go home there!" banish him.

"I'm waiting at Father's house. I have something to talk to you about!."

Hamzah did not comment on Larissa's words and turned to Uwak Shodiq to speak. Meanwhile, Larissa chooses to return to Bibi's house because she is worried about Fatim, fearing that her son is crying for her. For Fatim never wanted to be invited by anyone other than himself and Hamzah.

It didn't take long for Larissa to be at Aunt Hamzah's house again. "Where's Hamzah? Is he really there?." Aunty flocked him with many questions upon seeing his arrival.

"Yes, Bi. Hamzah's really there" Larissa replied.

"Then how is he? is he okay? has your brother met her?."

"Auntie don't worry, Brother Hamzah is fine!." For a moment Larissa paused her words before telling her more important things. "Bi, I saw Iqbal was there too. They were sitting together with Uwak Shodiq as an intermediary between them."

Aunt, Father, and mother Baskoro stiffened at the last sentence Larissa said. Their faces were pale. "What happens next? did they attack each other?" ask Aunty. The worry was so obvious and so great on his face, greater than the concern of Hamzah's own parents.

"I don't think so, Bi. because from what I've seen, they're both fine. There's no sign that they're attacking each other."

"But I don't know for sure either. Because when I got there, they were sitting together like I said. But Iqbal's not long gone."

They breathed a sigh of relief hearing Larissa's words. But then Larissa continued her words again. "I don't know what they're talking about. But I heard Iqbal threatened to teach Hamzah a lesson if he hurt her again."

Their faces returned implying worry after hearing Larissa's words. "Where is Hamzah now? let me piss him off!" said mother-in-law a little emotional. "I don't want my son to be beaten by someone else. I'd better beat him up myself."

"Sir Hamzah is still there, Mom!" answer Larissa.

"Stupid! you should have taken her home immediately" said Bibi rising.

"I tried to bring him home. But he said there's still business, and he'll be there soon."

"What's the business?" This time Baskoro asked.

"I don't know what his business is either. I'm just ordering him to come here because I have something to say."

Larissa lowered her head. It was heartache to hear the insults her mother-in-law had said. But as much as possible he hid.

As they blamed each other, Hamzah arrived. He entered the house with an innocent face, as if he had done nothing wrong.

"Come with you, Hamzah. Sit here! We want to talk to you" said the mother-in-law.

Hamzah followed his mother's words, sitting right in front of them. He still showed an innocent face, as if nothing had happened. But the look in his eyes was sharp, ready to skin anyone who dared to harass him. What was? what do you want to talk to me about?" tanyakanya.

"I heard you threw away a banana that your in-laws gave Fatim. Right so?" ask mother-in-law. He was the one who asked when he opened his voice.

"Oh, about that. That is true! But I have a reason why I did it" he replied firmly.

"What is the reason?." This time my aunt asked.

"I put a necklace on Fatim to keep him from disturbing the subtle creatures. And his abstinence is to eat the golden banana. That's why when I saw Fatim was about to eat the fruit, I threw it away. I don't want anything to happen to my son."

"But you shouldn't throw the banana away. You can only take it from the hands of Fatim. It's the same as offending mom" Larissa said.

"I just had a reflex. I didn't mean to offend your mother!."

"That's why you're wrong. You should be more polite with your mother" Larissa replied. She insists on blaming her husband.

The expression on Hamzah's face changed. He stared hard at Larissa. Seeing this, Bibi again asked to distract Hamzah so that he did not get angry with his wife. "If you don't wear the necklace, your son will be doomed? Why do you believe so much in such things?."

"Everyone has their own way of protecting their children. And this is my way. I don't care what people look at me!" the answer was firm, silencing everyone.

"Again Iqbal alone exaggerates the problem. Trouble just wear want to shake. You wanker!" continued. He said it like it was without burden.

"Obviously brother is angry! You made my mother cry. The heart of the child who could see his mother crying" Larissa said. He did not like the way Hamzah spoke as if he was blaming Iqbal.

"Don't I tell you, I didn't mean to hurt your mother. He's the one who's too sensitive" said Hamzah.

Seeing Hamzah's emotions begin to rise, Bibi tries to calm her niece down. "Udah already.why even you who fuss yourself. We're here to find a solution for Iqbal!."

Hamzah threw away his face, as did Larissa. They both do not want to give up. He felt that his opinion was the most correct.

"I'm not afraid to face Iqbal. If he sells, I'll buy!. Where do I want to succumb to a mistake that I did not do" said Hamzah after a moment of silence.

"That's not how to solve a problem, son. Try talking well. Isn't apologizing first it's better" Baskoro advised. He is a wise man. Maybe because he comes from a mountainous area, so he said soothing. Different from people who live on the coast. When speaking, it tends to be loud and fiery.

"Will I just shut up if he'll cut me?" hamzah Sarcas. He was so glad he didn't want to give up. "I don't want to apologize anyway. I'm not wrong either."