EPOCHS

Chapter 63

Kinza Irsyania Malik POV

I stole a glance at Mbak Amira and Captain Satria. Sometimes we talk, even if not much. Mom and Dad are the culprits. They invited Mbak Amira and Captain Satria to join us. Suddenly, they say Papa's words.

The atmosphere became awkward. His holiday intentions, wanting to clear his mind. However, it was damaged instantly because there was a bully aka Mbak Amira. How does my brain mumble? Dizziness seven circumference, hiks!

“How now? Failed the holiday, didn't you, Dek?” ask Mas Al slowly while nudging my arm. He who is beside me feels uncomfortable for the presence of Ms. Amira. Mas Al was also disturbed because of this.

I looked down lethargic, “salah indeed if I nolong Shakira? How come I got hit by the stone, huh, Mas?” say I'm lethargic. Can't be in this position continuously.

“We go for a walk, yuk Dek? How about, you want to?” take Mas Al to get my spirit up. The idea may also.

“Yuk, I want to. Your idea is great, Mas!” I stood up and it made people look at me weird. Including Amira and Captain Satria.

“Lho, Adek where are you going? Join kali.” invite Papa to stop my activity. But I don't want to stay here. Mumet, no enlightenment at all.

“Ehe, no, Pa. Thanks, but Kinza and Mas Al want to take a walk. Want to invite Alief to play around.” reject me smooth while preparing to leave.

I saw Madam Amira and Mas Satria looking at each other, “wah, it just so happened. We also want permission to leave, we also want to go for a walk, Pa, Mom. Permission precedes.” said Captain Satria first say goodbye. As soon as I stopped my activities.

“Ah, hurry once, Kapt. Why not just here?” ask Papa to regret. Ih, Papa what the hell. Make me bete, bete wear it really!

“Izin, it doesn't feel good to linger here. We permission exit, assalamualaikum.”

“Wa'alaikum sallam, yes please!”

Ma'am Amira and Captain Satria finally left before me. But, instead of her I was relieved, precisely their departure made the atmosphere awkward. Papa didn't seem to like me. Must've finished this will have an impromptu trial. I was wrong, right?

“Dek?” call Papa in a soft voice. Well, what did I say. Immediate trial, hell no!

“Why, Pa?” ask me to sit back.

“Papa want to talk.” said Papa made my heart pause-jedug not careless. Ih, the tone of speech is neremin.

“Iya please, Pa.” I say so.

“You're still mad at Amira?” ask Papa to the point.

“Nduk, can't talk like that to parents. Sin, Nduk!” mama said softly.

“Sorry, Mom. I'm khilaf.”

“What should a sour face like that? Do you have to speak unpleasant words and avoid it to that extent? Amira is not wrong, Nduk. He is also a victim here.” said Papa makes me instantly look at his face. This what the fuck? Why is everyone defending Amira? Are you sure he is really a victim? If I am not sure. Definitely Madam Amira also has other intentions.

“Where did Papa know that Mbak Amira was also a victim? It's only natural that I'm upset with him. Which woman is willing to see her husband overwrite another woman's body. Even if it was an accident and accidentally!” I said bitterly while hunting Alief's sling.

“Kinza heartache, Pa! This is not once twice. But three times in a row. Mas Al was caught in tandem with Mbak Amira. Can my heart just accept it? Definitely not!” my verdict is emotional. O Allah, forgive your servant. Forgive me for all my rude remarks. Pa, sorry Kinza.

“Papa understand, nduk. Papa understands. But you have to be able to maintain your attitude. Al's name is on your shoulders. You have to take care of it, Nduk. And again, try to forgive. With you talking like earlier, didn't it offend your husband?” papa's words were like a loud slap that shook my heart. Papa's words are true. I said it in front of my own husband, Mas Al. How does God feel?

I lyrics Mas Al who is silent down while squeezing his fingers. My heightened emotions turned into a very high sense of guilt. Problem, just resurfaced. My relationship with Al can be messed up, hiks.

“Jo, take your wife for a walk, huh? Invite Alief also.” said Mama hunt Alief sling. Then I let Kenzo take my son. I'm sure, Mama just doesn't want Alief to be her target.

“Siap, Mom. Yuk, Lek, we go for a walk.” take Kenzo while leaving me, Mas Al Mama and Papa. Then, the coachman debate is resumed.

“Mas, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry, Mas.” then I grabbed Mas Al's hand and grasped it tightly.

“Nothing, Deck. Mas understood.” his words were cold, icy cold which instantly froze my heart. So it feels like being dumped by a husband in front of his own parents? So hurt. But it's also my fault.

“Mas, sorry. Forgive my words, Mas.” repeat me once again. Then Mas Al smiled faintly and rubbed the top of my head. “Nothing, Deck. I understand his circumstances. Nothing, do not feel guilty so.” reply Mas Al with a softer tone than before. However, it's not a relief, it just makes me feel more guilty. Mas Al alone can quickly forgive the mistakes of others. Why didn't I? Oh my God, shame!

“Dek, do you understand now? Learn to forgive the mistakes of others. It will bring peace and tranquility. Do you want to live with friends of frustration? Probably not, right? You will be constantly haunted by anxiety. Believe me, it will only torture you. The impact, your marriage will be constantly disrupted. Papa doesn't want that to happen to your household. Papa just wants the best for your family.” added Papa gave his encouragement to me. Really, my heart is flinching. So all this time my actions were wrong. Wrong temans, hiks.

“But, Pa. It is hard to forgive the mistakes of others. Because that wound still sticks in my heart. Kinza wasn't sure she could forgive him so quickly. It must have taken a long time.” I started crying while covering my face with both hands. Before long, I felt a gentle swipe landing on my shoulder. This must be Mas Al.

“Papa does not force you to forgive quickly, nduk. Papa knows everything needs a process. But, you still have to believe and believe. God willing, everything will go as usual. Your heart will be able to accept the situation, nduk.” said Papa very very softly. My heart was touched. The feeling of emotion that had peaked now decreased. I began to accept the fact that this is where I was wrong. Not Amira, not my husband, Mas Al.

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