How I Love You Season 1 And 2..

64. I'm sincere.

A year ago, Arini would never forget that day. The day she witnessed the time of her husband's death.

Which woman's heart was not broken to pieces, because of a terrible accident. Arini had to lose her beloved baby and after some time her husband also had to go home.

One thing that the woman was so sorry for until now. Her husband came home angry at her. Arini was well aware, who was not angry and disappointed, if a big secret that year - year has been hidden.

" If only, I wasn't selfish and shared that secret sooner. We must be still with us now. Sorry, I am, my mom! In God's justice, I will not be able to escape. I just hope that one day, you'll forgive me."

There was a fear that had always filled his heart all this time. Chased by guilt, he has to leave the capital city that gave his first love story.

A love story that begins with a lie that is difficult to tell. And it must also end in pain because of lies as well. Indeed, lying is not justified in Islam for whatever reason.

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Arini is between the two tombs. One headstone reads M. Rifa'i Hadi Asaalam and another headstone of AL-Luqman Hasiph Aqmar. Rubbing the gravestone quietly, Arini held back the tears that filled her eyelids.

However, what the power of the tears - the tear even flowed through his cheeks.

" I sincerely God called you first. But one thing is still hard for me. I'm still guilty of not having the time to get an apology from you.."

After feeling relieved and the sun was already high. Arini rushed to leave the place.

With a slow step Arini down the path with left and right neatly arranged tombs - human tombs created by Allah SWT. A place where every human being waits for the resurrection day.

Deg Deg's...

" What is this, why is my heart suddenly beating like this.?"

Arini stopped her steps, looking in all directions. However, there was nothing suspicious or someone he knew here. There were only a few tomb guards who cleaned the tomb - eating there.

" Astaqfirullah, O Allah, protect your servant from all dangers. Aamiin.!" muttered Arini while touching her chest .

Arini left without anyone's knowledge, including Amira. He just needs time to reflect on all the mistakes of the past.

I don't know why Arini's feelings this time are really different. Though almost once a month Arini took the time to come to this City just to make a pilgrimage to the kemakam Alm. Husband and his son.

But, this time it was different what might be because this was exactly one year of that incident.

" I hope as usual I won't meet everyone from the past." Inner Arini stepped again to immediately leave the place.

Just a few steps away, Arini saw three people walking from the entrance of the cemetery.

" Mad Amira, Mas Haris and Sarah. I have to hide, I'm not ready to meet them.!" Arini hid behind the tree. Wearing a mask and sunglasses.

Ma'am Amira was shocked when he was impregnated by his sister and nephew. There is a flower arrangement and in the middle of both tombs it has been sprinkled with fresh flowers.

His sight was circulated to the direction of the tomb. Her little heart says Arini's still around here. There was a speck of hope to meet the woman.

" Was Arini from here.?" amira asked her husband.

Ma'am Amira nodded, a sign of understanding. At least his feelings of worry had been lost a little. Changing the sense of optimism will meet the existence of Arini one day.

On the other hand Arini was still pensive there, staring at the family he missed. He realized his decision to leave after the funeral was the wrong one. He shouldn't have just left without saying goodbye and without news.

However, not only because of regret about the incident Arini decided to go away. Honestly, Arini left because the Imam was going home as soon as he heard about the death of Alm. Rifa 'i.

Flashback.

That afternoon after the funeral, Arini was pensive in her room. Take a wedding photo of her and the handsome doctor. He hugged the photo tightly, while holding back the endless roar of tears.

" I'm sorry I'm not a good wife to you. Thank you for accepting me, for making me the happiest woman in almost five years. God allows you more together - just like our son AL over there. May you and AL calm down there. I love you guys."

After strengthening her own heart, Arini intends to go into the kitchen to take drinking water. But, his steps stopped near the side door of the house. I saw Amira talking on her cell phone. Actually Arini did not want to know, but when in the conversation mbak Amira called the name 'Imam '.

Arini stopped listening to the conversation.

" What Mam, you decided to go home right now. ?"

Priest : " ......."

" But this is not how Mom does it. Arini definitely hasn't wanted to see you. Ma'am's afraid his guilt is making things worse if you go back now."

Arini who heard that immediately ran to her room again. There was a feeling of anger as well as fear that culminated in him.

Angry because all this is indirectly the fault of the Imam who must fall in love with him.

Afraid that she would have to meet a man who loved her. However, it ruined his life.

In the end without thinking long Arini decided to go from there right then and there. Trying to sneak away in the middle of the night so no one knows.

Flashback.

Arini decides to leave the funeral before the desired thing happens. He is not ready to meet them now.

However, as he turned around and stepped away, the steps came to a halt. His body felt frozen, pecking on the spot. His heart was beating uncontrollably.

Arini does not know if this is a coincidence or if it is the destiny of the creator. This is the time Arini ventured to meet them from her past.

" Oh Allah. Strengthen me if you will not let me meet them."

Thanks, sorry last night couldn't Up. SiAuthor is not feeling well anymore, so do not finish typing the script.

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