Destiny Love

Who is he

...بِسْــــــــــــــــــــــمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيْم...

..."We are based on the same earth, but we stand on a different destiny. Not to be together and to string love together, but just to be together and share the wounds."...

...°°°...

The problem of life is never separated from destiny and fate. Where destiny is the absolute power that only He has, while fate can still be changed and fought if God is willing to grant it.

Similarly, my destiny is peppered with many tears, and pain is immeasurable. I used to be against and cheering for justice, but after I looked deeper. This has indeed become a lifeline that I must enjoy and be grateful for. No need to voice the heart, just enough to live.

"It should be Mbak who is currently in my position, but because of circumstances I have robbed Mbak of happiness." I turned to the source of the voice, and gave the wide ridge as I could.

"What I miss will never be my destiny. And what was destined for me will never miss me. I believe in the destiny and power of God, not about usurping and being taken, but it has become a path of destiny" I quoted a sentence that Umar bin Khattab once said.

Bianca lowered her head and gently rubbed her back. "I feel very guilty because indirectly it has become the third person in the household, Ma'am," he said, which then I reply to a firm ring.

"It's just the past, I've forgotten it. After all, I am happy when I see your family is harmonious and harmonious. I'm happy about it, too" I said sincerely.

There is not the slightest bit of vengeance I hold, for I have given. Seeing Bagas heal and be happy with Bianca and her son is more than enough. Because in fact, I have found new happiness with my only daughter, Briggita Ajeng Pramesti, and,

A little girl who is now five years old. Looks beautiful and adorable, a little similar to Bagas, especially when he was putting on a cold face because sulking is not allowed to play outside.

His stern jaw and nose bangir inherited Bagas, he is a replica of Bagas in the form of a female. Although between me and Bagas is no more just an ex-partner, but we try to make peace and forget the past.

Peace with the past is a necessity, a demand, and also compulsion, at first like that, but now I can be friends with the bitter times. Not running, let alone denying, it must be approached and never shunned.

Making memories and experiences as learning materials, so that I will no longer plunge into the abyss of suffering. Trying to privilege myself and my heart to draw closer to the Divine, is not the pleasure the world wants to seek but the happiness of the Hereafter as soon as possible I want to meet.

"Mama, Uncle Bagas jahilin I continue!" brigitta exclaimed after sitting sweetly on my lap.

Uncle, yes he called his real father by that name. I haven't been able to uncover the truth, and leave it like this just yet. It's too early to understand any of the strange events of the past.

I pecked both cheeks alternately then swiped at the nose of Briggita bangir slowly. "really? How to report Mama, usually also reported Uncle Bi."

He had his chest closed, very funny behavior of this boy. "Uncle Bi is playing with Banu. I'm dicuekin!" the sister I welcomed the rarity.

Banu Mibras Naufal, which means brave and generous son. That's the name of Bagas' first child and Bianca's. He was the same age as Brigitta, because they were born in days and times that were almost close together, only a few minutes apart.

I still remember very well how deft Bagas when Bianca was going to give birth, very different from me who was alone. Because I was busy taking care of all the hospital administration.

Even to just chant the azan in Brigitta's ear alone Bagas did not do that, lucky there was Bian who was willing to persecute, because at that time he deliberately went home when his mother asked. There is envy and envy, because I want to be in Bianca's position.

But reality hit me hard, because I'm the only ex-wife. Women who are no longer the priority of a Bagas Manggala Putra. My past is so dark and painful. But it's okay, it's become a suratan and also a lifeline that I have to run.

"She played with Grandma, will you?" said the mother who had not since when had stood by me.

Brigitta nodded enthusiastically and spread her hand asking to be carried by the grandmother. Very spoiled this child if playing in the residence of the mother. But I am grateful that the relationship between us has not been cut off at all. Even Bian who five years ago decided to go out of the city was settled here again. Counted from the last two years.

"Wouldn't there be any intention of getting back Bian's proposal?" ask Bianca suddenly. I laughed softly to disguise the surprise.

"Son, I'm enjoying life with Briggita too much, leave it like this. After all, Mas Bian's future would be much better without my presence next to him" I replied with a thin ridge.

"What, Ma'am still loves Mas Bagas?" bianca asked me quite dumbfounded in disbelief. Kuelus gently said, "What right do I love someone's husband? No, Bianca."

Suddenly Briggita came back and pulled my hand to play with my mother, Bian, Bagas, and Banu. I just followed, afraid he would go berserk and put on a cold face. That was so horrible.

"Banu has papa, Uncle Bagas's papa. I also want to have a papa, Uncle Bi is also not papa," he said to make me and my mother fell silent and cast a dazed look.

I hugged her body tightly and whispered softly, "Papa Briggita Uncle Bagas." It was so low that he could not hear it.

Briggita took off the crib between us, she reached into the pocket of her flower dress and gave me the first ring. "From Uncle Bi, make Mama." I looked at Bian questioningly. What does it mean try?

"I want to realize my intentions that were once delayed. Marry you, Btari,"

My body froze for a moment, again he proposed to me and badly in front of my mother, sister, and daughter who he made as an intermediary.

"I put up, said Uncle Bi if it is installed on Mama's finger I can freely call Uncle Bi as Papa," said Brigitta who without permission directly pair the ring. He's too smart and innocent, and I don't like it when people use Briggita.

His smile rose even he softly peeked at my cheek. "I love Mama, Papa Bi too!" his cheers ran and splashed into Bian's arms.

"High five," pinta Bian who immediately followed the boy. I was only able to stand still a thousand languages and stare at the ring nanar that was already ringing sweetly on the finger.

Seeing the closeness between Bian and Briggita made my burden slightly lifted because that way Briggita could forget a moment of whining to ask to meet the father. But on the other hand, I felt sinful because I had indirectly covered the truth from him. The silence was very clear I felt.

"So, how?" bian asked for clarity. I did not open my voice in the least, even cool friends with various assumptions that have been wandering around each other. I don't know what answer to say.

The fate of love has always cornered me, it has never been the slightest bit kind to side with me. It's very difficult and I don't want to go back to dealing with him.

"Yes, Papa! Yes!"

It was not I who answered, but it was from my daughter alone who even cheered without sin. I took a deep breath and then threw it rough, hoping the tightness in the chest slightly disappeared.

"I-i-i'm ...."

...^SELESAI^...

...°°°...

Kepo with Btari's answer??? Same I also😂 . Not ding canda🤭😁️

Assalamualaikum everything,

Thank God I finally finished this story. Hope you like the ending, and see you again at another time and opportunity.

Sorry if the ending doesn't match your expectations. This is my version of Love Destiny, not together, not always happy, but hoping there will be wisdom and learning to be taken in.

What version of your Love Destiny is? Is the same as the story of Btari, Bagas, Bian, and also Bianca.

For criticism and advice, please ;)

Thank you, wassalamu'alaikum 🤗🤗🤗