Bismillah, I'm Hijab

Funeral

Devina continued to cry on the chest of Alvaro's field, as did Alvaro who tried to keep the woman calm. Until finally Prass who saw it was powerless to hold back. He realized that he had been very wrong with Zera and Devina all this time. I swear by whatever Prass really did not expect if the mastermind behind this were all his parents who even now he can no longer demand to account for everything that has happened.

"Devina," Slowly Prass' hand touched Devina's shoulder.

Devina's crying voice came to a halt, and Alvaro let go of his embrace. Devina sobbed then turned to look at the source of the voice. His eyes looked at the man he hated so much.

"You?" Devina's voice was so soft that her tears were dripping without crying anymore as she looked at the face of this man in front of her who she had thought for a long time how the father's face was, the face of the man who had made him suffer with his mother.

"Go from here I said. Go!" Devina would no longer be willing to even talk about anything. He just wanted Prass to leave in front of him and his mother.

Prass seemed to shake his head insisting on staying in the room. Looks like Bimala's hard nature is declining on the father.

"We need to talk, Devina" Prass said.

Devina shakes her head and doesn't talk. Only the hand he pointed towards the door asked Prass to come out. Alvaro nodded gesturing for Prass to leave first. The middle-aged man left and Devina stayed with Alvaro.

For a long time the woman cried for her late mother, so Alvaro asked his men to take care of all the funeral processions.

While out there, Prass has confirmed that there are no police waiting for Devina to return to the police station because her son has been released at Prass's own request.

Everything has been prepared, and now everyone has gathered at the funeral. Devina never escaped the grasp of an Alvaro. It's sad that there are no immediate families or far away. Devina only relied on Alvaro's men who helped pray for them. Even the nearest neighbor from his house was there.

It turned out that the man gave Prass time to talk to Devina.

Devina seemed to occasionally hold the gravestone and stare at the name. His eyes tried many times to wake him up if it was the name of the mother. Wishing this was all a nightmare that befell him. But all of this is not a dream. It's truth.

"Before she died, your mother told me everything, Dev." said Mr. Prass but it seems Devina did not respond to the man's words.

Unconcerned. Prass continued to say.

"Everything that happened is not what I know. Your mother was threatened by someone to make me leave. I left you not on purpose. But because your mother slept with another man." The eyes are sad and swollen Devina balled when she heard the mother who was not slandered like that by the man in front of her.

"Whatdidyou say? another guy? I'm not a kid you fool easily. Now go." Devina was tired if she had to make a high voice this time.

Prass shook his head. "The man was the man's man, and your mother was threatened. But nobody did anything. And I misunderstood. I left you guys for years because I thought your mother was cheating on you. I was wrong, Devina. I'm sorry..." Prass no longer knows how to explain without Zera's support. He really does not know whether the arrangement of his words is correct or not at this time.

Devina's tears came back, it was hard for her to believe the words of the man she hated the most. However, hearing the man's honesty made his heart a little curious. Whatever happened and how he knew the whole truth at the moment. While the mother until the last second met him did not want to open the massalu.

"Before he died, your mother explained everything to me. You're right my son, Devina. I'm sorry I abandoned you. That's not really my will." Prass looked into Devina's eyes. The beautiful girl who once tested her loyalty to Yulia, his late wife.