Black Stain My Husband

Unyielding

After a long time apart, Zahra was finally able to hug Lilian tightly. Decompose the feeling of longing that has been buried for several months. Likewise with Mr. Herman, he did not want to lose and got off the gurney with the help of Aidin. The son-in-law who sits in a wheelchair. Like a father who finds his child, his heart is cool, even it can be an encouragement before undergoing surgery. 

"Where's papa's grandson?" The head of Zahra was wrapped in a white hijab. 

Delia brought the tiny baby in and approached Aidin's parents. They are entitled to their grandchildren. The flesh blood of one of the sons of the Adijaya family. 

"Beautiful as you are, son." Ms. Lilian smelled the baby's nose. 

Take over and get closer to Herman. Even though it was not the first grandchild, it was as if they had just received a special gift. 

The Aidin next to the gurney was silent. Not wanting to ruin that happy moment, aware that behind their split they want to because of it. Although his heart is eager to embrace and pour out his affection, it still has to be patient and really get permission.

Zahra lowered her head, occasionally glancing at the husband who looked indifferent to her. 

There is no conversation between the two. They can only be loyal listeners when Mr. Herman cradles his baby. 

"Whose name, Za?" Like Delia, Lilian asked the baby's name. 

Zahra was confused and stared fixedly at Aidin. Code the man to give the name. However, due to lack of sensitivity, he only returned the gaze of the wife. 

"Za," cried Delia disperse the reverie of Zahra. He panicked as he looked at them in turn. 

"Mas Aidin has the right to name our daughter, Ma."

Delia looked at Aidin cynically, not understanding Zahra's way of thinking which still concerned her son. In fact, the betrayal of the man was outrageous and inexcusable. 

"A–ku?" Pointing to his chest, as if not believing the request of the wife who told him to give a name. 

"Yes, you're the papa so you have the right to give it a name." 

Aidin approached Zahra and the others. Gently rubbing his daughter's throbbing tubers. 

"His name is Zea Almaira Adijaya." He peeked at his daughter's forehead, which was named a few seconds ago. 

Zea Almaira Adijaya, nice name.

Zahra only praised inwardly, not wanting Aidin to be too confident with his praise. 

"But if you don't agree, change it." Gently rubbing Zahra's hand. Sitting next to a wheelchair aligns his height with the wife sitting. 

"No papa, that's a good name. I like it." Saying in a flat tone.

Aidin smiled widely. It turned out that the name arranged in such a way was not in vain.

The togetherness is getting warmer. Mr. Herman who was on the verge of fear is now relieved. At least he could see his granddaughter and son-in-law before undergoing surgery. 

"I'm sure papa can get through this. Don't be afraid, we'll all pray for papa." Zahra convinced Herman to stay calm. 

Ms. Lilian handed Delia another granddaughter, and the woman immediately took her out with Hanif and the sisters and Deswita.

Aidin is still in place. Not wanting to shift away, maybe this was an opportunity for him to be with Zahra. 

"When have you been here?" tanya Aidin whispered, melting the silence. 

Zahra rolled her eyeballs. Looking to the left right back, he realized that his whole family was not there. 

"Since __" Zahra paused her speech, thinking aloud about when she started living in Sydney. 

"Forgot." 

Aidin chuckles, pushes Zahra's chair and takes her a little away from Herman's bed. 

Now he could look at Zahra. Absorb every inch of that woman's face. Not a bit of change, still beautiful as before, just looks more contained. 

"I want to go back to the room" he said with a hand that almost touched the wheel, but alacrificantly Aidin pulled it. 

"I'll take you." 

Not wanting to upset Zahra, Aidin took her out. Traverse each aisle of the hospital until the two arrive at the third floor, where Zahra's place. 

"Where's the room?" asked Aidin who was a little confused when he arrived at the fork. 

Zahra just pointed without a sound. Still feeling awkward when near Aidin. Despite the status of husband and wife, the dark past makes the two clumsy with their respective attitudes. 

"Assalamualaikum.." said Aidin as he opened the door.

There was no one there to make Zahra wander. 

"So quiet, haven't you and Zea arrived yet?" 

"Maybe you took Zea to the park." 

Pushing Zahra inside and tidying up the blankets in the gurney. Then kneel in front of him. 

The distance that was too close made Zahra unable to dodge anymore. 

Netra the two met each other. Aidin clasped Zahra's hands and kissed her. And it succeeded in making Zahra's eyes glazed over. 

"I am indeed a bastard who does not deserve to be defended. I am an unforgivable sinner. But allow me to take care of you and Zea" Aidin pleaded. 

Zahra took Aidin's hand off. Pushing the man's burly body into a lunge. Then push the chair towards the bathroom. 

Aidin immediately got up and approached Zahra who seemed troubled to open the door. 

"You what?" tanya Aidin stood in front of his wife. 

Zahra shook her head without a sound. He told Aidin to leave him alone. 

Not as easy as telling a child, the fact is that the man still stands next to him, not even a little want to fulfill Zahra's request. 

"I want to pee, do you want to stay there, I'm embarrassed." 

Zahra opened her voice, she couldn't stand it and wanted to go in. 

At once Aidin lifted up Zahra's tiny body and brought her inside. No hesitation in helping Zahra in everything. Then fold the shirt up to my side and squat down 

"Don't, Mum! I can do it myself." Holding Aidin's hand that almost touched his leg. His face was blushing as his thighs were already exposed. Trying to lower the man's hand. Zahra accidentally saw a small wound on Aidin's hand, not just one but there were several scratches and bite marks there. 

"This is why, Mas?" zahra asked with concern. She could not see the wounds on her husband's body. 

"This?" Pointing his own wound. 

Zahra nodded quickly. Curious about the person who dared hurt her husband, she thought. 

"There was a beautiful angel. He deliberately scratched me for revenge because I hurt him."

Zahra's racking her brains. Thinking hard with Aidin's words that seemed like an innuendo. 

Shortly afterwards, he patted the husband's arm. 

"You insinuate me, that was my bite just now when I gave birth to Zea, right?" 

Aidin could only smile a little and stroked Zahra's cheeks gently.