Devotion of Love

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"Hafidz, you have come. Shaila has completed administration. We can go straight home!" Sinta said kindly and loudly, Hafidz nodded without saying much.

Sinta looked so happy when the doctor allowed her to go home. Even after this, Sinta had to rest a lot. Sinta is no longer able to move like before. Even Sinta had to walk in a wheelchair. There was a rift that required Sinta a complete break. Until the therapy is completed. For Sinta as long as she can go home. Whatever happens, he will accept it.

But his happiness is not perfect. When he saw the grim look on Hafidz's face. There was no smile on Hafidz's face. Kala heard Sinta coming home. A real burden can be read by anyone? Sadness that seemed obvious from the face of Hafidz. As a mother, Sinta could understand the reason for the bitterness in Hafidz. But Pehaman Sinta is different from Hafidz. If Hafidz felt such great love for Hanna. Instead Sinta blames and always doubts the sincerity of Hanna's love for her son.

"Ziva, you're coming too!"

"Shaila asked Ziva to come. It just so happens that Ziva isn't busy, so Ziva comes to see aunty!" Sahut Ziva is friendly, Sinta smiles towards Ziva. Sinta occasionally glanced at Hafidz who continued to be silent.

Hafidz tidied up Sinta's stuff. No words were heard from Hafidz's mouth. Hafidz drowned in his long daydream. Pain that cannot be said. Just sharing with the people who are most loved and closest to him. Sinta figure who should be a crutch when the faltering heart of Hafidz. He became an enemy that Hafidz could not resist. Obstructed by the devotion that must always be upheld Hafidz.

"Mother, all have been packed Hafidz. We can go now!"

"Of course Hafidz, we're going home now. Waiting for Hanna to come visit me is also free. He was starting to forget his status as my son-in-law. Hanna felt right with her inappropriate attitude!" Said Sinta ketus, Hafidz silently did not understand the words of Sinta. Hafidz realized the reason behind Hanna's attitude. The more Hafidz understood Hanna, the greater the admiration in Hafidz for his wife. There is no demand for him, but an infinite understanding.

"Why are you silent Hafidz? Mother's words are true, right? Hanna no longer appreciates me. Hanna was afraid of something that never happened. Just to justify his inappropriate attitude. My mother never hurt her heart. No one asked him to stay away from you. Hanna felt hurt, but no one hurt her. Hanna confirmed her inner voice, but she was blind to your grief!"

"Suster, let me push your wheelchair. Please help me, bring me your bag. I've asked the driver to wait in front of the hospital!"

"Why is the driver driving you? Where are you going? You want to mourn your own heartache. Forget your mother just like that, even though you now need you!" Said Sinta coldly, Hafidz silently without thinking about Sinta's words. I don't know what Hafidz is thinking? In reality Hafidz did not care about Sinta at this time. Whatever did Sinta complain about? As if inaudible to Hafidz's ears.

Hafidz continued to step on his feet, not a single bit Hafidz cared about Sinta's complaints. Over time Sinta was annoyed by Hafidz's silence. Finally both of them were both silent, only the sound of the seat wheel constantly spinning. Ziva and one of the sisters follow Hafidz's wide steps, pushing Sinta's wheelchair.

"Mr Hafidz!" Greet the guard's head, bowing slowly. Hafidz blinked his eyes. Say hello to the guard of the room Hanna.

"Hafidz, where are we going? Who is sick?" Sinta said confused, again and again just silence shown Hafidz.

"I want to go in for a minute. I promise it's just outside the room. It won't bother the patient!" Hafidz said firmly, the head of the guard nodded in agreement.

With a wide step Hafidz stepped into the room VVIP 1. Sinta was confused at Hafidz's cold and silent attitude. With a raging curiosity. Sinta followed where Hafidz would take him. Right in front of a big glass room. Hafidz stopped Sinta's wheelchair. Turn the wheelchair facing the room. Straight to the bed inside.

"Who is Hafidz?"

"The woman you've been blaming since. The wife whose loyalty and sincerity continue to doubt. Someone who fought hard to heal mother. But the insults and insults he received. Not a thank you, even though he never expected it!" Hafidz said softly, while standing right in front of the glass window of Hanna's room.

Hafidz stared straight at Hanna's bed. It was obvious that Hanna was lying helpless. Weak without anyone to support it. He himself endured the pain he was supposed to endure with Hafidz. A pushy look that seemed to regret everything that happened to Hanna.

"Who do you mean Hafidz? Speak clearly, you really don't understand!" Sinta said, trying to stand up.

Sinta tried to stand up, she wanted to see a figure who was lying sick. Sinta's body was about to fall. But not once did Hafidz think of helping Sinta. Ziva who is alert and loyal helps Sinta's body. After standing parallel to Hafidz. Sinta looked straight at Hanna's weak body. Then Sinta shook her head slowly. Sinta doesn't believe her vision.

"Hanna!" Sinta and Ziva said together.

"Hafidz, since when did Hanna get sick? Why are you keeping quiet? If you say it to your mother. Of course you will understand and not continue to misunderstand him!"

"If I had known it sooner. Of course, mother was the first person I told. Unfortunately, I was the last person to know about Hanna's condition. A husband who can't protect his wife!"

"What do you mean Hafidz?"

"Mother should understand, why am I the last person to know about Hanna's condition? Because whatever happened today. All because of your doubts about Hanna. Bad opinions that never change. It's like Hanna doesn't deserve to be your son's useless wife!"

"Hafidz, watch your talk. Mother does not understand and is not responsible for Hanna's condition. You are wrong to vent your anger on your mother. You should have asked Hanna. Why are you the last one?"

"Because I have to take care of you!" Sahut Hafidz cold.

"You mean!" Sinta said not understanding, Hafidz shook his head slowly. He didn't believe what was happening. Love that should be beautiful. It is full of tears and sacrifices. The life that should be happy is now full of sorrow.

"I have to accept the truth, if I'm none other than your son. A son who must look after his mother. Without being able to embrace his beloved wife together. I'm a man who can't choose, but has to be ready for the choice. I have to be a weak support mother. Although I'm tired without my wife Hanna. Hanna chose to stay away from me, feeling her own pain without me. So that I may remain with you. Forgetting obligations as a husband. Even if I never forget that responsibility!"

"What do you really want to say?"

"If Hanna wanted me to choose. Maybe I'll choose her over you. If Hanna can, maybe she can make me hate you. Because the more I know Hanna. I understand the true meaning of love. A love that never wanted to keep me away from my family. Not demanding togetherness, but understanding the true meaning of responsibility. The more I was with my mother. I see how selfish and arrogant your attitude is. Judging that Hanna was guilty, but never admitted. If Hanna is never wrong and doesn't deserve to be blamed!"

"Hafidez!" Shouting Sinta emotions.

"Mother, there is no need to be angry with the words of Hafidz. She was agitated, Hanna's condition wasn't okay!" Ziva persuaded Sinta.

"You're wrong Ziva, Hanna's fine. Maybe even very well. I'm not worried about Hanna. She's able to stand without me, let alone Hanna never being alone. There are a lot of people who love Hanna, only you keep hating her. So there's no need for you to seek sympathy, because there's no place for you to curry favor!"

"Hafidz, shut up!"

"Mother, learn to understand. Hanna's my legal wife, she's the mother-to-be of my children. The greater your hatred for her. It will be further and further away between us. The stronger you get me closer to Ziva. The less respect I have for you!"

"Hafidz you're threatening your mother!"

"Mother forced Hafidz to behave this way. Once I lose Hanna, I won't lose Hanna again. Like it or not, Hanna my wife is not Ziva!" Hafidz final.

"Hafidz you've mistaken me!" Sahut Ziva lirih's.

"Hopefully my thinking is wrong, because if it's true you expect more relationship from friends with me. I will never remember the relationship we had between us. You deserve better than me!" Hafidz said loudly and firmly. Ziva lowered his head while squeezing his robe tightly.

"I'm learning to forget you. But the hope given by Mother. Sometimes it becomes a sweet whisper of the devil to be heard. Hope Hafidz, I can forget you. So that I can stand straight in front of you. There are enough memories that have ever existed between us. Do not destroy with hate. I'm wrong, not a memory that's ever been between us!" Inner Ziva pilu.