Just a Bond

Decisions

"Astaghfirullah, Rifka!"

It's not just Dad who's been privileged. I heard the voice of Mas Gibran, Mas Reza, and .. O Allah, I wanted to feel like I was inching closer to the woman who had smothered her tongue with both hands to quell the crying. This is Najwa, my poor wife. His head shook—may not be out of thought with his sister's behavior.

Reza got up from his seat. I thought he was going to get closer to Najwa, as usual. Turns out I was wrong. He stepped towards Rifka.

"Conscious, Deck. What did you say just now? Did you forget, you yourself received Rifki back then, and now you regret it? Where's your brain? Aren't you thinking about your husband's feelings?"

Mas Reza grabbed his sister's shoulder and forced her to turn her head towards Rifki who was sitting next to him. "Look, Rifka. The man who has loved you and your son so much .. ah!"

Reza looked very frustrated. He pulled his hand from Rifka's shoulder and sat down nearby.

Indeed, if you look at the current state of Rifki, I also feel guilty. He's a good guy, but I'm willing to hurt him. He was the second person to remain silent at a time when everyone was expressing his disappointment after Father.

"If you're not happy with Rifki, there can't be Rizqun. Don't you realize that you're just obsessed with Farhan?"

Ah, obsession. Is correct. Slowly I began to realize that what Mas Reza said was true.

I saw Mas Reza grabbing both hands of Rifka and looking at her deeply. "Conscious, Honey. I'm sorry that I've been impressed that I don't care about you. As long as you know, I love all of Mas's sisters. Please think carefully, Rifka."

From the side of the mana Rifka think that Mas Reza chose love? Looking at his attitude this time, he didn't look like that. But how? Related to perception, someone has their own views.

Ma'am Diva looks to notice Rifka and Najwa in turn. Maybe confused who wants to calm down. Rifki also still seemed silent—like did not intend to calm his wife. Maybe he's still disappointed.

After some time, Mba Diva moved closer to Najwa. Maybe because next to Rifka there is already Mas Reza. Ah, seeing that made part of my heart seem pinched. When I should have calmed my wife down, it was someone else by her side.

"Oh Allah, Rifka. Najwa is your father, son. Still less how much attention do you get?" Dad is back in voice. "Even since he had two sisters, he never again demanded the same kind of father and mother. He put you and Weny forward. You are jealous of your Mas Reza without thinking, are you not jealous of you who are always spoiled by Gibran?"

Looks like Dad is no longer strong to face his daughter that one.

"You say you envy your mother for the attention of Gibran, but Gibran spoils you more than he does. Have you forgotten that? When Gibran wants to buy you something, he often refuses for fear that you know and ends up angry.

He is very protective of your feelings. How long will you envy your brother, son? And now, look, Rifka. Who is next to you?" I pointed at Mas Reza.

"As an older brother, he was charged with being able to look after his younger siblings, helping Gibran. If he hadn't noticed you, he wouldn't be next to you right now. You'd forgotten? When you whine to buy a new HP when you want to enter SMA, whose money is that? Reza money to be paid SPP mbakmu. But your mother chose to give up so that your needs are met first."

I saw Rifka rise from her seat, then draw near to Father. Quickly, I got out.

"That's what I hate about myself, Dad. I'm sorry."

Rifka started hysterically on Dad's lap, my in-laws were unmoved.

"Already, already. Rifka, get up," said Mas Gibran. But he won't wake up. Finally, Najwa's eldest brother slightly lowered his body to help his sister get up. "Let's wake up. Don't let me be disappointed with you."

"Mas, I'm sorry." Rifka slammed into Mas Gibran's arms. I hope he really wants to change.

"Za, let's go back to your place. You are Farhan too."

With gontai, the man moved back to his chair, and I immediately got up, moving towards the chair to the right of Mother.

"Dad, Mr. Grace, and Ms. Rahma, let me speak here."

Father was silent, Mother was breeding, while the Father just nodded slowly.

"I represent my father, apologizing for the mess that Rifka had caused. It is also possible that during Farhan's stay with Najwa, my sister was wrong, please forgive me too. We—mrepresenting myself and Reza, my sister—also apologize for our treatment of Farhan since his secret with Najwa was not know by us accidentally."

Gibran is very wise.

"Now, the problem is clear. Rifka and Farhan had an unfinished relationship in the past. I hope you two will finish it today by talking nicely." Mother Diva's husband turned to me, then to Rifka. "After that, maybe we can hear the opinion of Rifki and Najwa about the relationship that has been established between them."

Everyone was still speechless, Mas Gibran continued the conversation. "Before this I had met Farhan, asking him to be honest with his father and his parents, and to make a decision. So, what's your decision, Farhan?"

I bit my lips for a moment because the nervousness struck. "Actually the morning when my HP was discovered by Rifka, I had already decided to end our relationship, Mas. I invited him to talk in the garden next to the house, yes to that. But Rifka said it couldn't.

He still wants me to be with him, but since arriving at my father's house, I realize that there is a heart that I have to take care of, namely my wife. Rifka, I'm sorry. Our relationship was wrong from the beginning. I hope you can take it."

I looked at him who seemed to disapprove of my decision. Let it be, I don't want to repeat the same mistake, and my resolve is unanimous. I will move on from the wishful thinking of the past.

"okay." Mas Gibran turned to look at Rifka's husband. He sighed for a moment, then said, "Rifki, I'm sorry, for myself and all the family—more Rifka."

Rifka's husband just nodded.

"Please if there's anything to say, Ki."

He took a deep breath first. "As Rifka's husband, I was honestly disappointed to learn that he accepted me on the basis of compulsion, Mas. I feel like a trash can used as the last stopover for stuff after people don't want it. Especially today, right in front of my eyes, my wife instead defended others, it was very painful."

Ah, Rifki blatantly said so. He looked towards his wife who was sitting next to Mas Gibran.

"Rifka, I'm sorry for being the reason you can't be together with Mas Farhan. Maybe I'm also wrong for not being sensitive why you suddenly want to marry me when we used to be not close at all."

How did Rifka feel when the beloved call from her husband was no longer heard at this time? Will he feel lost? Hopefully that way Rifka will be aware and willing to accept my decision.

"I want us to be alone first so we can calm down. For a while I'll stay at Mom's house. If Rizqun is going to send you, I'm ready to take her to Mom's house. And Ma'am Najwa, I'm sorry that my wife Mbak got the stone too."

Najwa just nodded. His face was already very messed up. Little sobs still occasionally sounded from his lips. Grateful Mama Diva was next to him.

"Now, how about you, Najwa?"

This is the most stressful. The main character in this story .. I began to look forward to anxiety. He didn't talk at all.