Beautiful Girl And Man At The End Of Dusk

The Other Side of Adnan's Life

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Adnan sat together with Humairah at the large dining table. In this luxurious house, he felt that there was no warmth of affection in his family. Several waiters were still standing waiting for Adnan and Humairah to finish and then clean the dirty tables and dishes.

“Sister, you haven't eaten yet.. Why did you say you weren't hungry? If your stomach hurts how?” Humairah held a piece of grilled chicken in his hand.

“You don't worry well, later brother will bring food to the room mama.” Adnan replied with a faint smile.

“Cute!” Excited the little girl.

“No need, Humairah will have to learn for tomorrow.”

Humairah pursed her lips, but how dare she denied her brother's orders. Not afraid, but more impressed with him who loves Adnan very much. For the little girl Adnan is the best sister, who always takes care of herself after their mama, granting all her wishes as long as it's a good thing for her, it is like finding a father figure in his brother who he does not get from their own father who is always busy in the office. Until he always listened to Adnan's words.

“Yes already, but tomorrow brother Adnan buyin humidah eskrim well.”

“Iya Insya Allah big brother buy after school.”

“Yeaay.” The girl cheered.

“Humairah is done, Humairah to the room first well, drugs kak.” The little girl kissed Adnan's right cheek, then got up from her seat.

Before Adnan answered he had run from there to his room next to Adnan.

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After he finished eating, Adnan prepared his own food that he would bring to his mother's room.

“Young master let me just set it up.” Said a housekeeper who was in charge of the kitchen.

“No need Bi, let me just prepare this for mama.” Adnan took the side dishes and placed them in a container.

“Hhmm...it's for madam yes Young Master?” Ask carefully.

“Yes, my mom hasn't had dinner yet. So I'd like to bring this for him.”

When Adnan was finished and was about to move on from there, the middle-aged housekeeper again stopped his steps.

“Young master, but.. hhmm.. madam was advised not to disturb him at this time. He also told me to stop the young master from bringing him food to his room.” The housekeeper lowered his head, afraid that his words would offend Adnan.

“And Aunty also would know, if I would still bring this to mama.”

“But Young master..”

“ Aunty do not have to worry, I will be responsible if you are angry with Aunt.” Adnan reassured.

“Alright, Young Master.” Bend your body, be respectful.

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Tok tok tok tok

Adnan knocked on his mother's room door,

“Ma, Adnan bring dinner for mama.” Her speech.

There's no answer.

There's no answer.

“If mama does not come out too, Adnan will still stand here waiting for mama.”

There was still no answer, but Adnan was sure his mother would open the door to his room. He would let his son stand there continuously.

A few minutes later, Adnan's guess was correct, the door of the room was open. He smiled, but the smile on his lips vanished when he saw his mother's face that had looked bruised in some parts, the woman's eyes were swollen from crying but she was still trying to appear smiling in front of the eldest child.

Adnan squeezed his knuckles. He went into his mother's room, put the tray with the food on the table.

“why did you bring mama food son? Mama already said the same bi Ijah if mama is not hungry.”

Mrs Ratih, a 40-year-old woman with a long hijab, approached her son.

Adnan turned around, he held his mother's hand and directed her to sit on the long sofa in the room.

“Mama sit first well, wait here!” adnan was seen walking out of the room, about 3 minutes later he returned with a P3K box in his hand.

He sat down beside his mother, began to spill the medicinal liquid on the cotton, and smeared it on the side of the right eye, and on the bruised cheek of Ratih.

He looked at his mother, there was anger rising within him, which he had been harboring for several years.

While Ratih, he still seemed to be smiling a little at his son.

“Cry if mama wants to cry, Adnan will be here for mama.” Adnan said he was still giving medicine to his mother's wounds.

The smile on his lips slowly disappeared, followed by the clear liquid that had already flowed in the corner of his eyes. He leaned his head against his son's shoulder, trying to hide the sobs by biting his lower lip.

Adnan patted his mother's shoulder gently, trying to calm down.

For some reason, his father who used to love his mother suddenly turned into a man who was so rude. At least his mother made a mistake, then his father would immediately raise his hand, whether it would be a slap, or a hard push until Train bounced on some hard object.

It is impossible to be silent, Adnan also always receives a slap if he defends his mother. Even Adnan had threatened his father would take Ratih and Humairah away from the house because he felt unable to see his mother who always suffered. But his words were even answered with a booming laugh from the father.

“With what will you support your mother and sister, do you have money? Basic smelly child kencur, you do not need to interfere in the affairs of parents, or your mother and sister who will receive the consequences.” Threaten her father.

After receiving the ultimatum from his father, he abandoned his intentions. But one thing he promised, one day he will be successful. He will reach that wealth, and will bring his mother and sister out of that hell.

“Maafin Adnan yah ma. please be patient in a moment. Adnan promised to take my mom out of this house. We will live with sister happily and leave all the pain that is in this house.” Adnan lirih.

Ratih shrugged his head off the son's shoulder, looking closely at the child he was born 17 years ago.

“But mom couldn't have left your dad nak.”

“But Adnan also did not want to see mama continue to suffer like this. What do you expect from a husband who is so rude, he just makes you continue to suffer.” Adnan moved from where he was sitting, his emotions ignited.

“Whatever he is mama's husband, he is your father. She just can't control her anger alone, mama sure she still loves mama like she used to.” Ratih.

“Ma, love that protects not hurts, mama's the one who always says like that.”

Ratih smiled again, he stood up and held Adnan's shoulder, not wanting to continue the debate again. What his son said, he had the same opinion. However, the one that she will hold dear, for as long as her husband still loves her he will always be on the side of the man. Because she knew very well what made her husband's attitude become rude. As long as it is not about infidelity, then Ratih will freely forgive her husband.