ANTERIOR

ANANTARA - 37 MAS ENOUGH!

Tears can no longer shed, everything feels like a dream. I just wanted to quickly wake up from this dream and run carrying that little body into my arms.

However, no matter how hard I closed my eyes, hoping to go back to sleep and finally wake up on the bed. These eyes are not closed, I keep staring at a door that increasingly makes this heart increasingly suffocated.

Is this true, is this not a dream?.

No, don't tell me this isn't a dream. I can't, I can't afford to lose my little angel.

Why, why would God take her from me?.

Can't I take care of him, why should he be the one you take O God...

I whimper, somehow I ask, I surrender I beg, I just want my son back.

Can I turn back time?. I still have many shortcomings as a mother. There are still many places I want to go with him, there are still many things I haven't done with him.

I want my son back, I want my Ali back...,

A step rang out from a distance, from the edge of my eyes I saw the man I had been waiting for just showing his face.

This heart is increasingly sliced, especially when looking at the woman who also follows her behind.

My hands clenched tightly, I clearly remembered and saw who had made my son lie down like that.

As Adam walked closer, he crouched down trying to bring me into his embrace.

"It's too late!"

I said while forcing this bitter smile. I looked him in the face, asking him where he was when my son needed him.

"Aisha, I'm sorry, I don't know Ali-"

Not yet had time for Mas Adam to finish his words, I just brushed his hand off my shoulder.

I tried to get up, forcing this body to sustain such a heavy pain.

"Enough Mas,"

"I told you, it's too late,"

I stared at his face, without taking a second of this view. Disappointed with what he did.

"You know what, I called Mas? where are you Mas? why didn't you lift it?" I still try to speak softly.

Although it is difficult, this heart tries to hear what explanation he will give.

Adam bowed his head, he looked hard to answer my question.

"I'm sorry, that was Erika-"

"Erika again! Erika again! keep going Erika's mother who I prioritize!" my shout could no longer withstand all the turmoil in this chest.

Especially when I heard the woman's name, I didn't feel strong. I turned my face now, looking at the woman who was inching to hide her body behind Mas Adam's body.

I smiled bitterly, staring at him. So cruel and invulnerable was his face, still able to stand before me.

I who was already so wrathful, finally darkened my eyes and stepped forward towards him.

PLAKK!!!

A slap I lay right on his cheek.

Satisfied?,

Of course not!.

One slap that did not make this heart calm at all, I even more massaged my chest when I saw Mas Adam who was now standing next to the woman with worry and looking at me sharply.

"What is this Ayesha!" Adam was yelling at me.

In fact, he just apologized, said softly, but only because of that one woman, now Mas Adam snapped at me again.

I laughed, with tears constantly falling down my cheeks.

It was enough for me to give up all this time, I was the fool to the point of losing my own son. I will no longer be silent and act like a foolish woman constantly.

I saw Erika's mother who was now pretending to be in pain, refusing to tell her what she had done.

"Aisha enough! what did Erika do until you were like this? you know, Erika was with me, she just had a miscarriage."

"You should be concerned, Erika is not wrong, she just lost her child" explained Mas Adam.

I don't know what reaction I should give, my throat feels choked to hear it

"Lost?"

I chuckled, hearing all that.

"Then? WHAT ABOUT ME MAS! WHAT ABOUT ALI! I HAVE LOST MY SON TOO! GIVE ME MY SON BACK NOW!" my screeches.

I pointed my index finger at the woman, "You see Mas, the woman you are now protecting is a KILLER!" my yelling.

Mas Adam was surprised by the same thing with Sister Erika who rounded her eyes in fear.

"JUST WATCH WHAT YOU SAY AISHAH!"

Adam just kept protecting that woman, making me keep squeezing this heart, feeling tight and bitter.

"W-what do you mean! Aisyah, I know you just lost Ali, but I also just lost my son, how could I be the killer you mean!"

Finally, Erika dodged everything, I was already very angry with her words.

"Don't dodge it again! I see it clearly with both eyes! The man behind the wheel of that car! hit Ali's body so viciously!" I screamed hysterically, unable to hear any more of his nonsense.

"Give back Ali Ma'am! give it back!"

Adam held both of my shoulders, shook this body, telling me to wake up.

"DAD! CONSCIOUS AISYAH!"

"Must realize how else I am! Ali go Mas! our son, our son is gone, how can I realize this is it!"

"Mas knows, Mas knows, Mas is also very sad, but you can't accuse Erika of being such a murderer."

"ENOUGH!"

"Erika again Erika again Erika again, in fact this household from the beginning was destroyed! I always put that woman ahead of me!"

"Always me, it's always me who has to give up, for the woman you love!"

"It's enough for me to give up! because of all that I lost my only son! because of that woman!"

I took my breath, tried to set it up, everything just overflowed. I'm so tired, tired of everything.

"Where did Ali need Mas! whereabouts? My son fought alone in there waiting for his Abi figure, but where are you Mas!" my screeches.

Adam was silent, unable to answer everything. My head felt so dizzy, I felt a chill in my nose.

Again, I went back to nosebleeds as usual. I see this blood coming out of my nose, I seem to have lost my mind, it's okay if I die, anyway there's no reason for me to survive in the pain of this life.

It's ruined, already,

Mas Adam was so surprised, he intended to step forward towards me, but a check on his arm made Mas Adam fall silent in his place, undoing the intention to approach me.

I chuckled, it was so sad.

"Once this is all over, let me go Mas." I smiled bitterly, enduring the pain in the chest as well as a growing sense of dizziness.

My vision began to blur, without refusing to close my eyes as I lost consciousness, all I heard for the last time was the cry of Mas Adam calling my name,

someone also shouted to me,

"Mas Rizal's..."