Dusk At the End Please

Extra Part 13: Regret

Akhtar took a deep breath, after ending his call with Shanum he returned to his seat. There was something warm in his heart after calling his wife, hearing Shanum's voice become a moodbooster for Akhtar. Every time Shanum said to be an encouragement to him, Akhtar's quiet wife and his future son were now doing well.

He spread his gaze, no longer finding Tama at the table where she was. It is seen that Tama is chatting with someone who looks familiar with him at the other table Akhtar also rejoined his friends and followed the event that had begun a few minutes ago.

The second day in Malaysia, Akhtar is preparing to sign a cooperation agreement with several companies interested in its furniture products, Akhtar has taken everything into account. Ghifar was busy preparing everything, and Alhamdulillah all ended as desired.

There are three overseas companies that will cooperate with him, entrusting the procurement of furniture in his company and in his hotel to Akhtar.

"God willing, amazing sustenance dede baby" he murmured softly after he finished signing all the cooperation papers. Another day he was there, the plan after the completion of his business tomorrow he will immediately slide back to Indonesia.

"Yes Boss, what a blessing" Ghifar said, as he tidied the files on the table.

"Congratulation Bro, you are indeed cool" Tama came back to him, she was sitting on an empty chair beside Akhtar. At first glance, Ghifar was tidying up the cooperation files they had just signed.

"When I arrive in Indonesia I will visit your furniture, I am also interested in working with you. In Garut I have a foundation engaged in education and health, it looks like my foundation office needs to be reorganized and I want you to handle it directly" Tama explains her wish and greeted with a friendly smile by Akhtar, they are now friends. Akhtar sure Tama's a good man.

"I waited for that moment" Akhtar replied with a smile.

They also continued the conversation about their business and business. There was no more jealousy on Akhtar's day, remembering all Tama's words about his wife made him happy that only he was in Shanum's heart. He also felt proud to have a woman like Shanum, Istiqamah in his attitude.

"Thank you, thank God. Honey, you made me fall in love so many times, to you only my great woman, Shanum Najua Azzahra" Akhtar monologued in his heart.

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While in Indonesia, precisely in Bandung. Mr. Furqan is sitting alone, the father of Akhtar Farzan Wijaya is enjoying his solitude in a simple house that looks beautiful. House with an old model but looks still very well maintained. The house was the first house he bought from the results of his labor when he decided to move to Bandung with his ex-wife, Fatimah.

Mr. Furqan went through every corner of this house without anyone being missed, every step he went through twisted his memories with Ms. Fatimah. Everything is still recorded clearly in his memory, how Ms. Fatimah was spoiled to him as her gestational age got bigger and all that made Mr. Furqan increasingly feel his chest tightened by endless regret.

"Mas, do you want to eat first or?" bu Fatimah's voice suddenly ringed in his ear, it was a question that the wife always floated when serving a cup of warm tea after she worked.

Mr. Furqan came to a halt at the door that connected the living room with the kitchen. He also recalled how Fatimah stood there watching as she kissed Sopia in the kitchen, thinking that Ms. Fatimah was still outside the house taking their son away to teach.

That was the start of a catastrophe in his household. She could imagine how much of Fatimah's mother whom she had tied to the sacred bond of marriage had to finally feel the pain of being betrayed by her husband and best friend at once. Tears dripped down his cheeks, until Mr. Furqan finally could not power he was sobbed at the doorway regretting all his actions on the woman he had promised happiness but in fact the suffering and wounds he had inflicted.

"Fatimah, forgive me ...." Mr. Furqan continued to sob, crying with a stuffing that was no longer slow he let out all the tightness in his chest due to the increasingly felt regret for the actions in his past.

At this time Mr. Furqan is reaping what he used to plant, following a lust that turned out to be only beautiful for a moment. In the end the regret he felt, chest tightness unable to protest, he had accepted if he had missteps in the direction of his life.

Derrr....Derrt.....Derrr....

The vibration of the device in his pocket made Mr. Furqan cry stop, he wiped the remaining tears that still wet his cheeks and then cleared his throat to normalize his voice.

"Call...." Mr. Furqan answered his phone after saying his regards

"Dad, it's me" said someone on the other end of the phone, with a familiar female voice in her ear

"What's wrong?" ask her flatly.

"Mother went to the hospital Well, she was found unconscious in the bathroom. Looks like mom fell, I'm already in the hospital. I hope you can come to see my mother" Naura, the second daughter of Mr. Furqan of Sopia, delivered the news with an irresistible sobbing, he was very hopeful that his father would come to see his mother.

"Get your mother, God willing, I will visit" Mr. Furqan seemed to end his call but Naura's voice stopped his intention.

"Dad...." Naura paused her speech,

"What else is it?" ask Mr. Furqan in a soft tone.

"Can't you forgive me?" asked Naura carefully, who was then greeted with a long sigh heard by Naura on the other end of the phone.

"Dad forgave your mother, son. But to forget everything he did to father is still difficult for father" replied Mr. Furqan honestly,

"Then, can you see me here now?"

"God willing Son, God willing I will visit your mother but not right now, I'm outside quite far from home. Later I will tell you if you are going to the hospital, now take care of your mother well" explained Mr. Furqan to Naura, the results of DNA tests done on Naura showed that Naura is indeed his daughter from Sopia.

"Okay dad, I'm waiting for dad's arrival" he concluded on the other end of the phone. Mr. Furqan did the same thing, hung up.

Mr. Furqan again enjoyed his solitude in the house accompanied by good memories while with Fatimah who made him more regret and realize his mistake. He grabbed a piece of paper on the table he had just received from a courier. Bandung City District Religious Court, from the amplof of the letter he received he was sure if it was a subpoena for the divorce lawsuit he filed a few days ago.

Mr. Furqan took a deep breath, filling each of his alveolar niches with oxygen, removing everything that stifled the chest. He decided to go to the hospital to see the development of his wife who had become a religious ex, their divorce process only stayed legalized by state law. A few months after learning the painful reality if Yasmin was not his daughter, a few days later Mr. Furqan dropped talaq on Ms. Sopia after long thought and istikharah of course, maybe that's what makes Sopia's health worse.

An hour later, Mr Furqan arrived at the hospital where his ex-wife was being treated, the VVIP room is the goal with various other additional facilities of course because this hospital is a hospital owned by Wijaya Group.

Tok.dok...

After knocking on the door, Mr. Furqan slowly opened the door, in his can of the princess Naura was asleep with a sitting position on the side bed where her mother was treated. Mr. Furqan saw with his own eyes, Sopia lying weakly on the hospital bed. Various tools attached to his body, a beautiful face that is usually smeared with thick makeup is now no longer there is only a face that is getting pale with wrinkles that are starting to look.

"Heummm.." slowly Naura squirmed, she looked towards the person who was teasing her sleep..."Dad.." Naura woke up and immediately hugged Mr. Furqan who had been away for several weeks without news.

"Where is he? I'm afraid Yah" he said in Mr. Furqan's arms with sobs that were unbearable.

"Dad here, you calm down"

"Mother Well, Mother from yesterday was unconscious" he said again with a sobbing that became increasingly.

"Suuuuttt.already, we should both pray for the recovery of your mother" Mr. Furqan still held the princess and rubbed his head, flowing calm.

"Dad don't go again, I'm afraid...." Naura asked back in her tears.

"Yes, I will be with Naura, calm down" Mr. Furqan again gave his composure.

"Eat already?" asked Mr. Furqan slowly breaking his embrace and answered the headband by Naura.

"Then you must eat immediately, do not ignore the rights of your body" advised Mr. Furqan, Naura nodded

Mr. Furqan seemed to call someone, before long a man who is a believer came to bring food according to his order and immediately he gave the princess to be eaten while warm.

"Eat" Mr. Furqan handed all the ready-to-eat food to the princess.

Long enough Mr. Furqan was in Bu Sopia's ward, staring at his ex-wife lying helplessly. All his arrogance was lost in the illness that kept eating away at his body. The results of the doctor's examination said if Sopia had uterine cancer, the decision while all agreed to do surgery but because the condition of Bu Sopia's body is not ready then the operation can not be carried out.

Ringing the device in the pocket of Mr. Furqan made himself jerked from his daydream. He paid a farewell to Naura who was still enjoying her food to pick up the phone outside.

"What?" after saying his greetings, look surprised face Mr. Furqan after receiving news from the caller.

"You keep an eye on Yasmin, don't let your guard down. I don't want anything to happen to him" he said at the end of the device, he hung up the phone.

"His dream is that he has shown who he is" murmured Mr. Furqan slowly, some days he got a report if Yasmin contacted someone who claimed to be his biological father. With all his curiosity Yasmin followed all the directions of the caller. As a person who has raised Yasmin affectionately, Mr. Furqan can not let go of his affection for Yasmin. Yasmin is innocent, and she is determined to continue loving her as her daughter.

Mr. Furqan did not expect after the man who met him a few months ago and claimed to be Yasmin's biological father met him and told him all the truth about his relationship with Sopia, now he also met Yasmin. I don't know what he's going to do, Mr. Furqan is just worried about Yasmin. He also told his men to keep watching and protecting Yasmin.

Mr. Furqan was about to return to the room where Ms. Sopia was being treated, but suddenly his blind eyes caught the image of someone familiar to him, because lately everything about that person has always been dancing in the mind of Mr. Furqan,

"Fatimah.." he muttered softly, Mr. Furqan immediately stepped up, following someone he believed was Fatimah's mother.

His steps came to a halt when he found the woman standing on her back, seemingly waiting for someone. With a slow and uncertain heart, Mr. Furqan ventured to step closer to him.

"Fatimah.." he said softly but clearly heard by the woman who is now in front of him, he said, the person in question also refused and immediately there was a happy twinkle in the eyes of Mr. Furqan when he saw clearly the woman before him was right Ms. Fatimah.

"Acang ...?" Fatimah said hello, looking ordinary.

"Are you here? who's sick?" tanyanya.

"Sopia" reflexes Mr. Furqan replied.

"Oh, may soon be healed" without wanting to know what pain his ex-wife suffered, Ms. Fatimah just said a sincere do'a for her former best friend. He did not want to ask further for fear of misunderstanding, also open Miss Fatimah did not want to visit him but she was more afraid if Ms. Sopia would not accept it. Their last meeting was not comforting, overtly Bu Sopia asked Ms Fatimah to stay away. Therefore, whatever the moment that requires them to meet Bu Fatimah sellau trying to avoid.

"Aamiin, where are you from? same who?" Mr. Furqan asked curiously.

"I went to see a friend, he was treated here. Come here with friends also now again to the toilet" replied Ms. Fatimah honestly,

"Fatimah, I want to apologize" Mr. Furqan did not waste a chance, he did not know when there was another chance with Fatimah's mother.

"For?"

"For all that I have done to you in the past, I am now accepting the results of my past behavior. I'm sorry Fatimah, I'm sorry" Mr. Furqan looked down, avoiding the gaze of Ms. Fatimah who was astonished by her ex-husband's behavior.

"I've forgiven you, I've forgiven Sopia too. Don't worry, now I'm fine. I am happy always with Sopia" said Mrs Fatimah sincerely accompanied by a sweet smile that made Mr. Furqan feel the pain so deep.

"I'm really a stupid human being, already wasting a woman as good as you" Mr. Furqan again revealed his heart, he really did not want to lose the opportunity, he really did not want to lose the opportunity,

"It's Kang, it's the past. Akang"

Tin.tin.the car horn stopped Ms. Fatimah's words, she turned her head. A young woman got out of the car and greeted him.

"We go home now, Mom" he said, Mr. Furqan glanced, saw clearly in the car there was a man who was almost the same age as him but still looked gallant and authoritative.

"Well, just a moment, Mom said goodbye first" Ms. Fatimah turned back to look at Mr. Furqan, "I'm sorry, Kang. May Sopia soon be healed" without waiting for the answer, Ms. Fatimah turned back to step, the car door was opened he entered and sat beside the man who made Mr. Furqan curious was followed by a young woman who was sitting in the seat beside the steering wheel.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said with a wave of hands, saying goodbye to Mr. Furqan.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" said Mr. Furqan slowly along with the passing of the car that was driven by Mr. Fatimah with mysterious people in the eyes of Mr. Furqan.

"Fatimah, are you married again? really true?" he said slowly, filled with mounting curiosity. There is a sense of unwillingness when it comes to knowing if it is really happening.