Dusk At the End Please

Father's Secret

Derrtt...Derrtt....Derrt...

The vibration of the device in Akhtar's pants pocket disturbs his focus.

He immediately reached into his account and saw on the screen the name of the Mother who called. Akhtar immediately received the incoming call without switching from his place so that Shanum could clearly hear Akhtar's conversation with the person who called him.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am" Akhtar greeted his mother with a greeting.

"..."

"But Mom, why not?" tanyanya panicked after hearing the mother's explanation.

"Good, Mom. Akhtar will be there soon. I am calm" she asked.

"..."

"Yes, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum" he concluded closing his conversation with the mother on the phone.

Akhtar kept his dress in his pants pocket. He turned his focus back to Shanum.

"So Mom called" Akhtar told Shanum who called him without being asked.

"Something's going on in the house, so I have to get there right away, I think Mom's worried about something. I'll go home to make sure."

Akhtar continued to talk about his mother's situation to Shanum. Shanum just nodded in response.

"Actually I'd love to meet you with Mom, but it doesn't seem right. Shanum, please give me.." Akhtar said.

"Enough A, "sela Shanum stopped Akhtar's words with the same call as when they were teenagers. Shanum only dared to call Akhtar with that call when alone.

"I think about us everything is clear. Please don't discuss anything about what ever happened to us. Let everything be a memory in our hearts. For me to remember you is a way to enjoy the sweetest wounds. Let me enjoy it myself. And Aa open a new page with new and happy people" Shanum concluded.

He stepped out of the park and moved away from Akhtar.

Akhtar was silent, as if there were no more words he could say. Hearing the closing statement from Shanum made his heart increasingly filled with guilt and regret that increasingly erupted.

***

Since her engagement to Raina, Akhtar asked her mother to stay at her service home. Fatimah's mother seemed reluctant to refuse her son's request. Although time has made him more sincerely accept all his destiny, but awkwardness is still seen between Ms. Fatimah with her ex-husband and her best friend who is now the mother of her son. Akhtar was happy when her mother was willing to fulfill her request.

The atmosphere of the morning before noon which still feels cool in the house whose yard is quite shady it looks quiet because Akhtar is already in the office of the foundation. While the mother is more comfortable spending her time in the backyard of the house.

Akhtar deliberately made a mini garden in his backyard. She knew she would be lonely when she was left in the office. He attentively prepared all the things that became his mother's favorite.

Various ornamental plants neatly lined up decorate the minimalist yard complete with a variety of mini gardening equipment that Akhtar deliberately prepared so that the mother does not have trouble when caring for the plants.

Fatimah's mother seemed cool in cleaning the small grasses that grew around the ornamental plants, she also painstakingly wiped the leaves that looked dirty, removing the leaves that began to wither and then watering them.

It has been almost two weeks that Ms. Fatimah was in the complex, during that time the ex-husband several times told people to ask Bu Fatimah to see him, but Ms. Fatimah always managed to avoid it for various reasons.

All of that is certainly unbeknownst to Akhtar her son, because the man who was her husband's man seemed to have deliberately come right at the time Akhtar had gone to the office. Ms. Fatimah did not want to add to Akhtar's mind, nor did she tell the son.

Although she no longer has any feelings for her ex-husband, but Ms. Fatimah does not want any misunderstanding especially with her new husband's wife who is none other than her former best friend. She did not want her ex-husband's wife to be prejudiced because her husband met her. Moreover, the attitude and words of Sopia were not pleasant at their last meeting at Akhtar's engagement party.

Tok ... tok ...

The sound of knocking on the door repeatedly disturbed his keasikan who was taking care of the plants. Fatimah's mother went to wash her hands and remove all the gardening equipment attached to her body. He was excited to open the door thinking that he was Akhtar's son.

"Shortly" he cried as he approached the front door of the house.

"Assalamu...." The greeting of Bu Fatimah came to a halt at once when he saw the person standing in front of the door he was opening was not his son.

"Asaalamu'alaikum" said the man.

He is Furqan Wijaya, Akhtar's father. Her ex-husband had several times told people to come to Ms. Fatimah and ask her to meet her ex-husband.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Ms. Fatimah shrieked, she lowered her gaze avoiding a face-to-face clash with her ex-husband.

This time Ms. Fatimah could not dodge, the person she had been avoiding for several days was already before her.

"Not told me to come in?" said Mr. Furqan.

"Sorry, Akhtar is not home. If you want to see him please go to his office." replied Fatimah trying to avoid.

"It seems like there is nothing more to talk about between us" elak Bu Fatimah. He is still trying to avoid.

"I'll go in and we'll talk inside, come in first" Furqan told Fatimah's mother, turning her back and instructing the two who had stood behind her.

I don't know what he said to the two people, only he was so resolute and authoritative.

Mr. Furqan then stepped into the house whose door was already open. He deliberately slightly opened the door of the house because he knew Fatimah's mother would be uncomfortable if the door was closed.

"Sit down" he said as Ms Fatimah was still standing looking at him with concern. Fatimah was sitting in a chair near her standing.

"Calm down, I won't be long. I just want to convey something that I've been prepared for, I'm waiting for the right time to be able to convey this." Mr. Furqan began to convey the meaning of his arrival at this time.

"Fatimah, forgive my selfishness at that time. Truly all this time my life has been very unsettled at the thought of my sins to you. I know my mistake was very hurtful and disappointed, maybe if Akhtar knew everything he deserved to hate me."

Mr. Furqan paused his speech after mentioning his son Akhtar's name, there was a feeling of tightness crashing into his chest. While Ms. Fatimah still faithfully listened.

"I'm sorry Fatimah, sorry.hiks" Mr. Furqan then sniffled after saying his apology to Ms. Fatimah. He further lowered his face, no longer holding back the tears that he had been hiding behind his stoutness for years.

No one does not know a Furqan Wijaya, a successful businessman in various fields, to be able to establish Bina Insani Group which was originally just an ordinary company, so that the company was not, it is now the most famous company in the country. But unfortunately, not many know behind all his success there is an inner wound that all this time only he and God know.

Fatimah was silent, she did not know what to say seeing her ex-husband's current condition. His mind returned to glare a few years ago where he was first met by a friend with the man who is now in front of him.

Deciding to accept the betrothed of the smart and simple handsome man, begins a new life in the household ark. Various obstacles they managed to face together until in the end the husband lost his grip and had to fall into the valley of ambition that raised his ego, and the, until finally Fatimah gave up not being able to continue her struggle in the household biduk because the husband has divided his heart and love.

Fatimah sighed deeply, she did not know what exactly the problem that Mr. Furqan was facing. Fatimah only saw that there was a feeling of guilt and regret that was so great in the man who was now her ex-husband status.

"Fatimah, I just want to give you this file. This is your right and Akhtar's. All this time I have prepared it and kept it well. I want to give it to you directly. I hope you will accept it. At least by accepting this I am no longer haunted by the guilt of having ignored you and Akhtar in the past. Please accept this Fatimah",

Mr. Furqan wiped the tears that were still left on his cheeks. He handed over the map he held to Fatimah's mother.

With trembling hands, Fatimah's mother received the map.

"What is this, Kang?" tanyanya.

"Open up!" tell Mr. Furqan.

Fatimah's mother opened the map she had just received. He read every piece of paper in that map. Fatimah's mother frowned, for what Mr. Furqan gave all that in his name and Akhtar.

The map that Bu Fatimah just received contained letters of valuable assets that Mr. Furqan set up specifically for his son and ex-wife. There are several boutiques on behalf of his ex-wife and a mebeuler company on behalf of his son.

In the beginning of their marriage, Fatimah had received the services of sewing clothes at her home. Afterwards teaching as an honorary teacher at one of the private schools, Ms. Fatimah channeled her hobby of drawing clothes and sewing her own until finally many people in her village were interested in clothes from the design of Ms. Fatimah.

Mr. Furqan was greatly helped by the efforts of the Fatimah Bu so that slowly their family's economic life improved. If only relying on his salary which is only an honorary teacher it still feels very lacking.

Since then they often knit dreams if one day Ms. Fatimah wants to have her own boutique that sells all her works. It turns out that the memory is still stored clearly in the memory of Mr. Furqan.

Unbeknownst to his wife, he expanded his business into fashion. Of course, the business is currently managed by his partner company so that it is not sniffed by his wife. Similarly, some mebeuler companies that claimed ownership in the name of his son deliberately handed over the management to his confidants outside the Bina Insani Group so that the wife does not suspect him.

Mr. Furqan deliberately did this to make amends for his past mistakes to the two most meritorious people in his life.

Fatimah's mother kept the map back on the table and pushed it towards Mr. Furqan.

"Sorry Kang, I can't accept this. This is not my right, Akang has no obligation to me", he said.

Mr. Furqan had expected this to happen, he knew very well what type of woman was before him. Fatimah whose life is full of simplicity. Always feel enough with what he has, never demand anything when it is his right.

"Fatimah, I told you not to torture me with the guilt that continues to haunt me. I know that I'm a selfless jerk, please don't make me feel worse by rejecting all of this. Please accept Fatimah." Mr. Furqan pleaded with sincerity.

"Explain slowly to Akhtar that I sincerely gave all of this. I can't quite say it to our son. Since long ago you were most able to conquer both of us, with your patience and meekness."

"There is a card that you can use to meet your needs, all the benefits of the two companies go into the accounts of the cards" Mr. Furqan pointed to the amplof in the map, he pleaded sincerely.

"Well....." Fatimah smiled wryly at it.

"If ever since I was able to conquer you, maybe Akang will never turn away" said Ms Fatimah still with a wry smile.

Degs....Mr. Furqan gasped, his ex-wife's answer made his heart feel sick, sick because he had wasted a woman as good as his ex-wife.

"I'm sorry, Fatimah", he murmured softly.

Debate is inevitable. Fatimah's mother insisted on refusing her ex-husband's gift, while Mr. Furqan stayed with his will. Until finally he left the residence of his son and ex-wife.