LET ME GO MY HUSBAND

CHAPTER 67 Choosing to Love

Ummi's cries broke unstoppable again. Although Abah tried to persuade and comfort him, Ummi still cried at his disappointment with Farid. "Over this time we've been over-prouding him, Bah," roared Ummi.

"Already, Mi. Just talk slowly. Not necessarily what Ummi saw was the truth. Ummi put up with his emotions first, yes," Abah said.

"Ummi was ashamed of Daffa and Abah. All this time, we have always listened to Farid until sometimes we ignore Daffa, Bah. Surely Daffa would think that Ummi was an unjust stepmother." Ummi continued to display his anger and regret.

"Yes, Mi. Abah understands too. Thanks for that, Mi. Knowing that Ummi cared about Daffa alone, it was a relief for Abah."

Ummi nodded lethargicly. He sat down on the sofa and talked to Abah. They began to speak from heart to heart about their two children.

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"Mas, can I do something?" ask Andhira. They were relaxing in the front room.

"Tea, honey, but not too much sugar" replied Daffa.

"Good, Mas. Wait a minute, yes," Andhira said with a smile. Daffa nodded in welcome to Andhira's smile which always made it sober for him.

A few minutes later, Andhira returned with a smile sweeter than sugar. Maybe that's why Daffa doesn't want his tea to be given a lot of sugar. Because Andhira alone is enough sweetener for him.

"Mas, why daydream? Is there something that's bothering you?"

"It's okay, honey. Mas only thought about Farid," replied Daffa with a look of uneasiness.

"Do you want a story? I'll listen" Andhira said as she poked her head between the curves of Daffa's arm.

Daffa gave a beautiful kiss at the top of Andhira's head, while gently stroking her hair which began to grow longer than before. There was warmth from Andhira's words that made Daffa feel less alone.

"Mas, why shut up? Do you doubt me?" andhira asked as she looked up at Daffa.

"I may doubt my kind wife" Daffa said as he placed Andhira's hand on his chest, above Daffa's beating heart.

"Then, why don't you tell me?" added Andhira while pursing her lips.

"She was really spoiled and I liked her," the inner Daffa who unceasingly developed a smile on her lips.

"Ahh, I'm making me lazy." Andhira.

"Hemmm, I love you, Dhira."

"I can't believe it!" andhira said while throwing a glance in the other direction.

"Hihihi, your sulking just makes me anxious what else works for you," commented Daffa who still did not tell me.

"Oh, I think Mas would rather hide something from me" Andhira said.

"Hey, look me in the eye, Dhira! I know you can see everything there, don't you?" daffa.

"I'm curious, Mas. What happened to Farid? Why did you think of it that way?"

"Dhira, have you ever thought about not forgiving someone's mistakes?"

"Yes, Mas. I've been."

"No, Mas. The longer I hold grudges and don't hold a chest to forgive, the deeper the pain I feel."

"Lantas, have you finally decided to forgive?"

"Fright, Mom."

"So, how does it feel now?"

"The hate thorn is slowly scrambling and growing a sense of relief."

"You feel better?"

"Yes, because I can finally feel the embrace of the person I previously hated comfortably."

"May I guess? Is that about me?" terka Daffa's.

"Want an honest answer or a disclaimer?"

"Just be honest."

"Yes! It's about you and our previous story, Mas. I once neatly packed my hate, keeping the pain until there was no more love in my heart. But then I realized, the more I hate you the more my heart hurts. The more I insist on not forgiving you, the worse the wounds on my soul. Finally I know, forgiving you is an opportunity to pave the way for love to come ."

Y'all know? When she heard Andhira's words, Daffa cried remembering the mistake and realized how evil she was to Andhira. Every now and then Daffa gulped down the salivary that felt the pain of his tribe. For now, it was no longer Andhira who did not forgive him, but Daffa who seemed to have not been able to forgive himself.

"Don't cry, Mum. I'll just tell it. And I'm not scared anymore. You don't have to be sad or feel guilty, huum." Adhira wiped Daffa's cheeks that were being flowed gently clear circles.

Daffa grabbed Andhira's hand and kissed her deeply. "I'm lucky to have you, dear Dhiraku ...," said Daffa, sobbing.

"I'm luckier to have you, Mas" Andhira replied. Daffa drew his lips wide until he had a perfect smile.

"May I ask your opinion, dear?"

"Of course, Mas. I'd feel so mean if I could give you my opinion."

"Should I forgive Farid for all he has done for me and for us lately?"

"If you want more love to fill your heart space, then forgive him and anyone who has ever hurt you. Even so, all decisions are entirely in your hands, Mommy."

"I've decided, Dhira. Isn't choosing love over hate more fun?"

"That's right, Mom."

"I choose to do what you do." Daffa made a smile with warm eyes.

"Congratulations, Mom. You have freed your heart from the hate that colonizes."

"Thank you, my dear. Believe me, if there's anything that makes me grateful, then it's you" Daffa said confidently. They hugged each other in a deck full of affection and warmth.

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