Akad Shackle

Love Expressions

Mouth is sincere but the heart yak can be separated.maybe that is what Anggara feels today. He realized now that he had gone too far, unable to control themselves when knowing if the ex-wife turned out to have approached and no less suffocating chest is when he saw the son who was so familiar with the man.

So far Anggara knows what activities Rahma did with her son, without anyone's knowledge she asked her confidants to take care of them both and report all the things that happened with them.

The news that during the week Rahma and Athaya vacation with her friends initially sounded ordinary in Anggara's ears. But when the holiday photos of the ex-wife and her son showed a familiar figure made him disturbed and curious to find out more about their relationship.

Sure enough Anggara's guess, based on information he got, Tama was aggressively approaching his ex-wife and son. Anggara believes that Tama is the same man who met her at her sister-in-law's wedding.

"I'm sorry...." Anggara repeated his apology. Rahma turned around, her intention to leave her ex-husband was undo. She should clarify the circumstances to remind her ex-husband to be aware of their current relationship status.

"Mas, sometimes God meets us with someone not to be a companion to life, but just to be part of the story of life. So do you and me. Thank goodness if you realize that we are only limited to the past" said Rahma calm down, he can again control himself after previously made emotions with Anggara pressure.

"Yes, I'm sorry" Anggara repeated, just that sentence he said over and over again.

"Now it's better to go home, I'm sure your wife doesn't know if you came here. Don't make trouble with your coming to see me. Enjoy and be grateful for your life right now and take care of it, because maintaining it is much harder than starting" Rahma reminded, she took a step back from the table where Anggara was when she saw her ex-husband standing.

"Thank you..." Anggara nodded his head hearing all the more appropriate words of Rahma as a tip for him. To be honest his heart warmed to hear from the first woman in front of him is most able to give him peace, but unfortunately he realized too late.

Anggara thrust his hand to shake hands with Rahma, but did not get a welcome. Some shopgoers who passed the storefront that was side by side with the table where they were looking.

"Sorry Mas" Rahma cupped his hands together, making Anggara again jerked to realize that he was not worthy of contact with Rahma.

"I'm sorry" again said that while Anggara lowered his head.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother.." Athaya's half-calling voice as she entered the glass door made the two people who were still standing facing each other turn their heads. A happy smile adorned Anggara's face when he saw the son running towards him.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, is Thaya home? where is Omm Yusuf? Rahma focused on the son.

"Omm Yusuf returned to the uwa house, he said he told omm Yusuf to come home" explained Athaya to answer the question of the Mother.

"Oh yeah? who does Thaya go home with?" asked Rahma curiously,

"Assalamu'alaikum" Tama appears from behind a high storefront, he enters the store along with several new visitors so that Rahma and Anggara do not know clearly when he arrives.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" returned only Rahma answered, while Anggara only looked away when he found out who had come.

"Sir Tama!" greet Rahma, please,

"Athaya, how are you?" Anggara squatting to align his body with Athaya who was struggling to embrace the waist of the mother, he ignored the presence of Tama and chose to focus on Athaya. Rebellious behavior Anggara made Rahma retreated a few steps after first removing the winding hand Athaya on his body.

"Thaya, there's dad. Greetings first, son?" athaya's return alone when entering the store and Tama's sudden presence makes Rahma momentarily forget the existence of Anggara among them.

"Fine father" replied Athaya briefly as she reached out to greet Anggara. Although Anggara rarely met him, but Rahma did not close his son's access to knowledge about the father. He told Anggara that his father was a police officer and they could not be together because he also had a family.

"So I met your father at the mall" Athaya told the mother.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah" greeted Rahma with a smile on her son.

"You happy today, son? Anggara returned to voice after a moment to see the interaction of the mother and child,

"Thank God, I played a lot. There was an omm Yusuf and an omm Tama who accompanied me. Mother, sometime we go three yes, I want to go with mother, same omm Yusuf, same omm Tama too" Athaya brandished the four fingers he used to count when mentioning the names he wanted to leave with.

Like a rock suddenly hitting Anggara's chest, he felt pain when the son chose to ask to go with someone else. His name was not even included in the register he had in his son's memory.

Guilt again enveloped Anggara, all this time he had completely ignored his son. He had even missed a lot of things, not expecting the son to have grown big and smart. How adorable.

"Where have I been all this time?" Monologue in his heart,

The ringing sound of Anggara's cell phone distracts them. Rahma invited Tama to sit down and was answered nodding by Tama.

"Before a while dear" Anggara stood up and picked up the phone he had placed on the table, a familiar name clearly displayed on his phone screen,

"I'm sorry, excuse me for leaving" Anggara said farewell, he crouched back to say goodbye to Athaya who was sitting in the chair opposite Tama, while Rahma was still standing.

"Athaya, you're leaving first. When the father returned and invited Athaya to play" Anggara rubbed his son's thick black hair, feeling that the son was a replica of himself as a child.

"Yes father" replied Athaya briefly accompanied by a nod of the head.

"Thanks bro ..." Anggara reached out to Tama and was welcomed with pleasure by Tama.

Anggara left, exited the store and briefly waved at Athaya before entering her car and leaving the courtyard of Rahma's cake shop.

"Seneng ya can still berkilaturahmi" Tama began the conversation after Rahma brought a cup of tea and then sat opposite him.

"Alhamdulillah, sir" answered Rahma plainly,

"Aren't you mad at everything he's done to you?" Tama who found Rahma's response normal when she spoke half insinuating Rahma's relationship with her ex-husband frowned,

"What do you mean by Mr Tama?" Rahma did not understand,

"You're with your ex-husband" Tama said slowly because she didn't want to be heard by anyone, thankfully Athaya chose to go upstairs to pick up a toy.

"Ouh...why indeed? making friends is good, right?" said Rahma with a terculum smile, actually she already knows where Tama said.

"But she's going to hurt you and Athaya" Tama is upset herself, knowing from Lisna how Rahma was treated by her husband once made her heart heat up.

"Sir, being broken does not mean having to retaliate by breaking, being hurt does not need to re-injure, simply talking to yourself, what is wrong and what can be corrected. Isn't the best revenge forgiving?" clearly Rahma with a wide smile made her dimples form perfectly.

Tama cupped her chin with one hand, holding back with elbows resting on the table. The focus is now no longer on Rahma's answer but on the sweet smile that results in charming dimples.

"Sir....Mr. Tama" Rahma waved her hand in front of Tama's face, making Tama instantly blink.

"Yes..why?" tanya Tama with a reddened face because she was caught staring at Rahma so late,

"She's okay, right?" ask Rahma worriedly,

"It looks like I'm not okay" replied Tama origin, whether it's the actual condition, whether it's the real condition,

"Father sick? what can you help sir? can I buy you some medicine? or do I want to take you to the doctor? I'm sure kecapean yes because it has accompanied Athaya all day, sorry sir" Rahma panicked, he bombarded Tama with many questions to make Tama let go of her laughter,

"Hahaha.you're funny when you panic. Relax, I'm fine, I'm fine"

"Ishh...I think you are in real pain" Rahma pursed her lips because she felt panicked and worried by Tama.

"Sorry, sorry, you're funny. You know I was okay, why that?" tama asked curiously, she said with still leaving laughter. His heart warms, happy not to get the attention of Rahma.

"I'm fine, the problem is my heart" Tama honestly said, she grabbed the cup and sipped the tea served to her slowly as it was still a bit hot.

"I mean Father?" Rahma was still trying to dodge, she actually wanted to get away from this situation but it would not be nice to cut the conversation.

"Rahma I want to talk seriously" Tama straightened her up,

"Naura Rahmania, listen to this carefully" Tama gave attention, making Rahma turn more serious listening to him.

"When I meet you again, my prostration becomes more frequent, my prayers become longer and my hopes also become more. I'm sure our meeting wasn't a coincidence, I met you again as part of God's plan. Including me admiring you, is also part of His destiny. God who has put the love in my heart on you. So never ask me why I love you"

"Rahma, let me propose to you and Athaya and make you lawful to me"

The orange spray that has been seen coloring the sky of Jakarta is a witness to the expression of love of a Pratama Ardhan.