99 Love for You

The Reason's

Trial after trial continued without the presence of Alvian and Cecilia.

They have agreed that they will not be present at their divorce hearing except at the last hearing.

And Bima, continues to charge Cecilia's promise that will tell her the real reason she's suing for Alvian's divorce.

"Alright, Bim. One day before the final trial. Meet me at the park near my house. I'll tell you everything." Cecilia told Bima when she told him about the results of the hearing that day.

Cecilia's life still looks normal. Cans, and at home. Even though her mother knew that Cecilia was crying every night, she didn't dare to ask anything.

Mary knew Cecil's nature. He can't be forced. Sometimes he who could not bear the suffering of his daughter, finally told a little story to Ismail, his neighbor police officer.

The sadness of a child, of course, becomes sadness also for a mother. The problem of the child will be the problem of the parents as well.

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One day before the final trial.

Cecilia waited for Bima in a small garden near her home. By night the park is gone. And Cecilia can tell stories freely without any annoying noise.

Cecilia sits on the long bench of the garden. The night air started to stab into his bones. But that doesn't matter to Cecil. His heart is colder than the air tonight. He saw the stars shining brightly. At first glance he remembered the incident some time ago. When she and Alvian finally met after signing the farewell letter.

His memory goes back to that moment.

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*Flashback*

I'm back from Solo. Let's meet you, Cil.

It was a short message that Alvian sent to Cecil. As usual they agreed to meet at the sports park.

Cecilia waited for Alvian with a huff. Usually for this kind of business Alvian is never late. But this time he didn't arrive on time.

Cecilia gets rid of boredom by playing basketball in her hands. Play alone put the ball into the ring. But none of the balls he managed to enter.

"Your game is so ugly, Cil. Have you forgotten how to get the ball into the ring?" Alvian's voice makes Cecil stop the game.

Cecilia regulated her breathing. Although there was no ball he entered, but from then on he ran to and fro, towards the ring and jumped. As a result, sweat poured profusely at his temple.

"It's a drink first." Alvian offered a bottle of mineral water.

"I brought my own drink." Cecil took his bottle.

"It's just a bottle of mineral water, Cil. Are you no longer willing to accept anything from me?"

Cecilia stopped for a moment. And decided to take the bottle of water that Alvian was offering. Then gulp.

"Thank you." Cecilia.

"Together."

Cecilia sat on the sidelines followed by Alvian.

"How's Mas Arif doing?" ask Cecilia.

"It's better. Alhamdulillah"

"I'm sorry I didn't get to see him."

"It's okay. How about yourself? Are you all right?"

"As you can see. I'm doing fine. What do you want to tell me?"

"I'm sorry Cil"

"I've heard it a thousand times, Mom. Why keep apologizing?"

"Because I'm guilty. So I have to apologize. And..."

"You haven't done anything to me, Mom."

"What's? A talaq?"

"Yes, shouldn't it be. You just signed our farewell letter, but you've never said you're divorcing me."

Alvian looked at Cecil. "alright. If that's what you want. I'll do you a talaq."

I, Alvian Arifin bin Arifin, did a talak on Cecilia Wijaya bint Petra Wijaya, with a talak level one.

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Cecilia's tears trickled back as she recalled all of that. She saw Bima coming towards her. Cecilia immediately wiped her tears.

"It looks like you come here a lot, Cil." Bima immediately sat beside Cecil without having to be told.

"Not really. Only if you need a place to reflect."

"You look fine. Thank goodness."

"What do I have to do? Crying out? Any more?"

"No. I don't want to see you cry. I just want to hear your story"

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It was Nayla and Mas Alvian's wedding day. That was a year ago. But I can't forget it.

How can a wife witness her own husband's marriage to another woman?

But it was my decision. I approved of the marriage. Even if I only run a will. It still hurts me.

I am a strong and strong woman. That's what Mas Alvian's family always told me. They think that Nayla is a weak woman. And I have to be a helper for him.

It is still two hours before the qabul ijab is pronounced Mas Alvian. I calmed down by walking down the streets of the orphanage.

Mas Alvian's family runs the orphanage, where Nayla grew up. This place is a silent witness where innocent babies are thrown away. Even though they are well taken care of here. Still, an old man was not worthy to leave his own flesh and blood in a place like this.

Everyone is busy preparing for Nayla's second wedding. Looks like Nayla is indeed a prima donna in this place. Naturally, Nayla is a beautiful girl. He is kind and polite. I'm so sorry that the old man left her here.

It is fitting that Mas Alif fell in love with him, and interfered with him at the age of Nayla who was still young, which was 17 years. The age at which young girls should still have fun with their peers. I was still in college in America at the time.

Among the many girls who admired Nayla, there were also whispering bad things about Nayla. It's not really a bad thing. But since they were talking in whispers, it made me want to eavesdrop on their conversation. I'm curious. And I approached where the girls were gossiping.

There were three girls there. They sat side by side in the orphanage. One girl was telling a story, and the other two were listening. The girl said that today's wedding should have happened 10 years ago. I'm appalled. What the hell does that mean? I put my ears back at them while hiding behind a tree.

He said that he became Nayla's best friend before Nayla married Mas Alif. Actually the guy Nayla likes is Mas Alvian, not Alif. But Nayla was unable to reject Alif when Alif expressed feelings for her. Nayla was waiting for certainty from Alvian but at that time Alvian was busy making a career in the entertainment world.

The kindness of Alif and his family made Nayla unable to refuse the marriage. Plus, Nayla knew that Alif was actually very sick, so at that time what occurred to her was to make Alif happy and take care of her, in exchange for Alif's family had treated her since childhood.

Alvian, who hears that her brother is going to marry Nayla, congratulates her and gives her blessing. But he was powerless to watch the wedding, and decided to leave the entertainment world and left for America to continue his study of S2.

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"I was very surprised Bim, knowing all that. I never thought that Mas Alvian and Nayla... They loved each other. Nayla's... It was Mas Alvian's first love"

"I'm sorry, Cil... "

"You know everything, don't you?"

"It's true that Alvian went to America because he was heartbroken. But, now he had already forgotten about Nayla. He just loves you, Cil"

"But now Nayla's pregnant, Bim. And that's Mas Alvian's son. That means they're still in love, Bim"

"I'm sorry, Cil"

"Stop said sorry to me, Bim. I heard enough sorry. I don't want to hear it anymore"

"Y-yes, Cil. Alright." Bima was a little scared by Cecilia's anger.

"Everything I told you about, you already know everything, right?"

"L-yes..."

"But why aren't you honest? Why is no one telling me the truth? How long are you gonna cover all this from me?"

"It's not so, Cil. Alvian didn't mean to hide it. He just doesn't want you to get hurt more. Nayla is her past. And he married Nayla because of her brother's will. Not because of love. That's what Alvian told me when he was going to marry Nayla."

"That's enough! It's too late now, Bim. So, no need to talk about it anymore. There's nothing more I want to tell you. You better get out of here"

"Acil... Pl-please... "

"Leave me alone, Bim!!"

"Well-well. You rest, Cil. I'm going yes. See you in court tomorrow." Bima passed from before Cecil.

Cecil clenched his hand. Her tears are not coming out. He's just angry. Disillusioned. Weary. His heart is tired.

Many times he convinced himself that this was the best. His decision to release Alvian was the best. For him, Alvian and Nayla.

It's the best. This is the best. It's the best. Cecilia muttered many times.

From a distance Ismail who had just returned to work saw Cecilia still sitting alone in the garden. Ishmael decided to approach Cecil.

"Hi." said Ismail.

"Hi too. You just got home from work?"

"Yes. Ye? What are you doing here?"

"Just get some fresh air. What's up?" Cecilia noticed an unusual expression that Ismail was showing this time.

"May I sit down?"

"Yes, of course."

Ishmael got off his motorcycle and sat down next to Cecil.

"Ummm, it's not that I want to interfere in your personal affairs. But... Your mother told me a little. He's so worried about you, Cil. Please don't make her sad."

"I know, I must have told you. Since my father died, I have been a closed person. He rarely tells others about his problems. He always kept it to himself. But, since there was you, I've become more open. My mother is a little different than she used to be. Thank you, yeah."

"Maybe the mother felt that she found her long-lost son. Having a daughter like you only gives her a headache, hahaha"

"Damn you!!" Cecilia hit Ishmael's shoulder. "Ouch!!! Your body is so hard! My hands are hurting."

"I have a strong body, you don't dare to fight me well."

"Well!!! Your muscles are so hard! It must have taken years to train him." Cecilia held Ishmael's big arm.

"Not for years, Cil. It just takes intention. Haha."

And Ceciliapun finally laughed off after Ismail issued his crisp joke.

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