Devotion of Love

Birth of Successor

"Your eyes will not be able to erase Hafidz's sorrow. Look there, your son is standing down. Her tears dried up, her heart was broken and her bones were fragile. His body was no longer able to stand upright, staggered without direction. Seek out the light that has dimmed. Leave the dark unguided. The happiness you have taken with your two hands. The love and affection that you gave first, has now paid off with the loss of love. Blessed prayers will be his success, he has been redeemed with his pain now. Your warm hands hold it. Now it turned into a hand that left a cold heart wounded!" Whisper Dirga, Sinta shook her head weakly.

He looked at Hafidz who was standing right in front of the operating room. The room that separated him from Hanna. It makes her no longer able to be with Hanna. Spending time that is no longer much, may also have run out. Sinta stared at the shattered son she loved so much. Sinta's head, the gesture of never having any desire in her heart destroyed Hafidz's happiness. But all seemed to be true, when Dirga's words sounded in his ears. Sinta realized how hard and cold her heart had been all this time.

"Hafidez!" Sinta lirih said inaudible.

"Free Sinta, your loving voice will not be heard by Hafidz. Both Hafidz's eyes were open, but they were completely shut. His ears are no longer able to hear, love and affection from us. Hafidz only realized one thing. Her happiness had been shattered, Hanna carrying half her heart and soul. Even though Hanna left behind a huge love. But it was love that would keep reminding Hafidz of his stupidity!"

"I never wanted to destroy the happiness of Hafidz. Till anytime? A mother wants the happiness of her son. I have never opposed Hafidz and Hanna's relationship in the past. Not once did I reject Hanna, if there was my cold attitude. It's all because I haven't been able to admit Hanna. But there was never any hatred in my heart for Hanna!" Sahut Sinta firmly, Dirga mute. No words can argue Sinta's words.

"You're right Sinta, there's no hatred in your heart for my daughter. Therefore Hanna persisted, waiting for the confession she had not yet obtained. But no one can oppose His decree. Whatever's going on right now, isn't anyone's fault? This might be the best for my daughter!"

"Aika!" Sapa Dirga is friendly, Sinta looks down when both her eyeballs meet Tika's beautiful eyes. There was shame in his heart. Tika's shady gaze, as if a punishment for her arrogance.

"Assalammualaikum brother Dirga, long time no see!"

"Waalaikumsalam, nice to see your smile!" Dirga without hesitation.

"How can you see me smiling?"

"Without eyes, I can feel your presence. Without speaking, I understand your heart. Without ears, I can hear your voice. Because from the first moment I knew you, I learned to know you with my heart. Because I realized, there's no way I have your soul and body. But these shadows and flavors are more than enough to fill my day!"

"Sir Dirga, we're at the sakirt house!"

"I know, since when did I not forget the hospital? I didn't come for Hafidz, because I knew right. In the fragile Hafidz, there is still the strength of his born son. I came no other, because of my worry that I could not resist. Worry for the tears that drip from your beautiful eyes. The worries and fears of a mother who will lose the light of her love. But when I feel the smile behind your veil. I feel calm, because your sweet smile will not disappear your sad invincibility. For a moment I forgot, Tika won't fall in the wound. Although the wound was devastating, it even stopped his breathing!" Said Dirga warmly, Sinta and Tika were silent.

"The first time I heard your heart, brother. Is this the love you feel? All this time I've lived with you, not once did I realize your pain. I don't understand your heart, just wipe away the tears that are stored in your heart. What a deep love, it will not be easily seen by my dark heart. Will my son be ruined in love like you? Can I see his soul? How wicked and vile I would be, if all that was real happened!" Inner Sinta, while looking at the sad face of the brother who is so loved and always protects him.

"Why look at me like that? No need to be surprised by what I say. I can tell in Hafidz's wounds Hanna lost. Because I feel pain and loneliness without the people we love. The difference between me and Hafidz, the love is welcome while my love is not. Strong Hafidz when with Hanna, instead happy when I see Tika's smile. The same nature of love, holy without blemish. But our understanding is different from the same perspective!" Said Dirga, Sinta getting down.

Dirga smiled faintly at Tika's never-changing gaze. The expression of his love, in the attention Dirga showed. Never changed Tika's eyes on her. A look of respect and admiration that can never be turned into love. Dirga's steadfast love, greeted with the warmth of a sister's admiration. A love that is always strong and understanding.

"Why smile?" Tika said kindly.

"I'm happy to see your eyes never change. Not shaken by my love, not fragile to my attention. Admiration for myself as a sister who never changed into love. Thank you for never hating me, at least my race didn't make our relationship go away!"

"There's no reason I hate my sister. Love is a feeling that cannot be prevented. Love is a voice that never forces to be heard. I'm just a weak man without power. I don't deserve to judge your sincere feelings. As long as you value me as a woman. As long as it is I will appreciate the heartfelt feelings of brother!"

"Are you not angry seeing your closeness? Isn't it very inappropriate. Brother Dirga keeps a taste in you. Instead you are aware of the taste and are not bothered by it!"

"There is no right for Agam to be angry, if he believes in the sanctity of my love. He won't question my loyalty. My honesty acknowledges the relationship that exists between me and Dirga. Basic belief for mas Agam, if the relationship between us is not as weak. Relationships that will be outdone by the other person's sincere feelings!"

"You heard that Sinta, Agam and Tika's thoughts are not as narrow as yours. They do not condemn the love that is born of conscience. The taste that exists without being forced. The warmth of Tika welcomes your hands today. It shows how big their hearts are. Not the hatred they show you. Except the fraternal relationships they offer. In return for your hatred for Hanna. A warm and loving family has handed over their daughter to you. It's stupid to be blind to their sincerity!" Dirga said coldly, Sinta was silent. Dirga's words were like a slap on her cheek, hot and stifling to her chest.

"That's what my sister's judgment about me is. Can't you say it later, when Tika isn't around!" Sinta said coldly, Dirga lifted his shoulders slowly. It was as if she did not care about the shame of her sister Sinta.

"There or not Tika, still your heart is narrow. You're wasting the perfect woman. Women born in the warmth of the family. The woman who will love you as much as her parents!"

"Here is Dirga's brother, there is no need to argue. I approached you two, not to argue. I came to convey the trust of my daughter. A letter that will answer Sinta's guilt. Hanna's thoughts or maybe my little princess's inner voice!"

"Letter from Hanna!" Said Sinta wonder, Dirga and Sinta looked at each other. Tika nodded while handing Sinta an envelope. Hafidz who accidentally turned his head, immediately approached Sinta. He was amazed at the contents of the letter Tika gave.

"Letter from Hanna! Why didn't he leave it to me? Did Hanna never believe me? Tell me what's my fault with her? Until Hanna wanted to get away from me!" Hafidz told Tika.

"Not in disbelief, Hanna doesn't want to see your worry. Her love for you makes Hanna weak. He won't be able to see your tears. Trust Hafidz, whatever happens after this. All the best and most true!"

"I'm more amazed at you Tika, you always calm in dealing with problems. Believe in the written way. Your fortitude and patience will not be easy for us to follow. But all of that made me realize a little. Fear will only keep us away from faith!" Dirga said, Tika nodded his head. Instead Hafidz and Sinta silently stared at the envelope Tika had just given her.

"Read Sinta, maybe you will find the answer to your heart's restlessness. At least you can see the warmth of my daughter's affection!"

"But!" Sahut Sinta gamang, Tika approached and patted slowly Sinta's shoulder.

"Trust me, Hanna never blames you. Read it calmly, so that you understand the implied affection. I must accompany mas Agam!"

"Hafidz, accompany your mother. He needs a backrest in his tatters!" Tika then went to step.

Sinta stared at the nano of the envelope she had in her hand. I doubt I will open the letter. There is a guilt that can no longer be cherished. But deep down, there was a curiosity about the letter that was deliberately entrusted to him. Such a valuable trust for Hanna of course.

"Mother!"

"Shall Hafidz?" Sinta said, Hafidz nodded while blinking his eyes. Sinta slowly opened the white envelope in her hand.

"Bismillahirrohmannirohim!" Sinta said softly, while opening the envelope.

^^^Assalammualaikum Wr. Wb.^^^

How are you, mama? Hanna hope you're okay. I'm sorry Hanna had to write a letter to you. Hanna should have told me directly to Mom. But there was a sense of awkwardness, when Hanna realized there was a real distance between us. That's why Hanna wrote this letter. Not to be disrespectful. On the contrary, Hanna did not want to see mother feel inferior. Forgive Hanna, if you read this letter. Hanna's not next to you.

The second time Hanna said thank you. A heartfelt greeting from Hanna's deepest heart. A word that won't be able to pay for all your sacrifices. At least this word of thanks, a little return of your affection to Brother Hafidz. Thank you for giving birth to such a great man. The father of my little son, the priest who made me see the light of faith. Mother of a great woman who gave birth to a great man. A man who is full of love considers himself everything. A love and happiness that I will never be able to repay. Too big, until Hanna can't take it anymore.

Mother, in this simple writing. Hanna wanted to say the sincerity stored up long ago. Hanna wanted to say, how lucky Hanna is to be part of your family. Know the faith and warm mother's family. Although Hanna was aware, there was no proud word of mother to Hanna. But believe me, Hanna is very appreciative and respectful of mother. Because the great woman behind the birth of the great priest in my heart.

Mother, never blame yourself. Whatever happens to me. Everything is written, even my love and my life with Hafidz. Everything is written without us being able to bargain. At least the time is between me and Brother Hafidz. It will be a great memory. The fruit of love that was born from my womb. Our proof of love is real and holy. There was no regret in Hanna's heart. Getting to know your family, a beautiful gift. Thank you, for accepting Hanna. Although Hanna is not the best in your view.

Mother, Hanna fulfill the promise that was ever said. No longer will the love of Hafidz be divided. Fully brother Hafidz belongs to the mother. Thank you for sharing your love with me. Now everything will be back to how it was. Your son will be back next to you. Bestow all your love, don't let Brother Hafidz crumble without me. As sincere as Hanna said, thank you.

Mother, send greetings to Brother Hafidz. If Hanna forgets it. Please say Hanna's apology. In fact, even though Hanna would forget our story. There will be the name of Hafidz in Hanna's heart. Thank you mom, thank you for being born perfect. For your perfection and strength have guarded Hafidz all this time. So that I may know and love Brother Hafidz. Thank you mother, Hanna dear mother.

^^^Warm salam^^

^^^Hanna^^

"Hanna never hated me!" Sinta said softly, the letter she was holding fell down.

"So you leave me. Don't you feel the pain of losing you. You stay away from me in your last moments. You forget me for granted, without you remembering every tear drop that dripped when I lost you!" Hafidz's inner self was turned upside down, shortly after reading Hanna's handwriting.

Kreeeeekkk

"How's Hanna?" Said cold.

"He's okay, but?" Said Arkan, Savira drowned. Aura was inside the operating room.

"Say it clearly!" Saying Emotions.

"I'm sorry Aura, we've done our best!"

"Why Hanna? What's going on?" Hafidz said hysterically, Arkan approached Hafidz. He patted Hafidz's shoulder slowly.

"Your son was born safely, go to the nursery. Azan and iqomah. Your warm voice will lead him!"

"Sir Arkan, answer me. How's Hanna?"

"Hafidz, meet your son. Hanna was fine, it was just time as if she wanted to snatch it away for a while. Hanna will be back by our side, when time gets tired with her!" Arkan was weak, all silent.

"Father!"

"What happened to Hanna?"

"He's fine, Qaila has fulfilled the promise that was said. But Hanna's body was tired. So let him rest. As long as Brother Hanna falls asleep, Qaila will fulfill all her responsibilities. Especially to Hanna's son!" Said Qaila warmly.

"Sorry Brother Hafidz, I never knew you or wanted to be with you. But for the promise I made. Like it or not, I'll be on the side. At least until sister Hanna takes her position again!"

"Thank you Qaila thank you!" Sahut Tika, then hugged warm Qaila.

"Warm embrace, very warm. Hanna never accepted my mom. Mama Tika's embrace was much soothing. If I could choose, I would want to be born from her womb. But just like Hanna's son who can't choose. I also have to sincerely accept, mama Tika is not the mother who gave birth to me. But the mother whose embrace I always miss!" Inner Qaila.

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