Love At the End of Ramadan

Chapter 22. Go home

"Mama!"

With wide footsteps, Kirana approached the mama who was sitting alone behind the window. The middle-aged woman seemed to be dissolving in her own world. His eyes looked straight ahead and looked up.

Kirana splashed into the arms of the mother. He hugged the body of this woman as if he did not want to let go again.

Santi's body was slightly stunned when he felt someone hugging him tightly. He could only look at Kirana's back without speaking.

"Mama's okay, right?"

Kirana unravels her embrace from Santi's body. She covered her mother's face with both of her palms. Staring fixed frame face of this mother. Her heart throbbed with pain as my face with dark circles in her eyes welcomed her arrival. Kirana could feel that her mother had not been able to heal from the wounds that Arman had left behind.

Santi just fell silent, not giving any response. The woman could only look at the princess's face with an unreadable look.

"The "strong mom. Mama has to heal. Trust me Ma, we can strengthen each other to undergo this test. We're passing by together, Ma."

Silent. Santi still did not give any response. But the look in the middle-aged woman's eyes was not separated from the two eyeballs Kirana.

"Ma, Kirana has changed. Kirana was a good child who tried to obey God's commandments. My mother healed. We use Ramadan this year to worship together. We seek the reward and the blessing of God together."

Although he knew that the mother did not respond at all, Kirana tried to invite the middle-aged woman to communicate. He believed that his mother would be able to heal as she was.

Santi's eyes looked much sharper. Her hands moved and lifted to be able to reach Kirana's face frame. The middle-aged woman's fingers went through every curve of the princess's face.

Whether the emotional turmoil what happened, Santi's breath sounded so hunting. He was still silent but his lips were shaking. Dots of water began to gather in the corner of his eyes. The longer the more. And a fraction of a minute, like a dike that broke due to flash floods, Santi's tears spilled on his face.

"Kirana .. my daughter!" lirih Santi with fingers that are still gently stroking his daughter's face.

Kirana was shocked to death when she heard her mother say her name. A word that he so longed to come out of Santi's lips could be an early sign of his recovery from depression. Without further ado, Kirana hugged her body tightly and her tears poured out in her arms.

"Yes Ma, this is Kirana. Kirana, Mama's daughter!"

"Kirana, daughter. Kirana's daughter!"

"Alhamdulillah O Allah ... Thank goodness...!!"

Kirana's voice rang out, causing Rama, Aisyah and Sumi who were standing in the doorway of the room to shed tears. This meeting of mother and child really leaves a deep sense of haru. Shortly after, a wide smile rose on the lips of the three people. As a form of gratitude for all the blessings God has given to Kirana

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Arman walked gontai down one of the paved streets of Jakarta. Hustle and bustle of the city crowd in fact can not muffle the grief that he feels. The beautiful scenery and beautiful rows of skyscrapers on the right side of the left was also unable to divert the regret entrenched in his heart.

He saw the sky of the capital city of Jakarta today. It looks hot and feels hot. Even the birds refuse to show themselves. Choosing to take refuge under the shade of a tree that he could hardly find his presence in this city.

The sweat that drips, he ska slowly. It did not feel that it had been almost two hours his head was bowed to the streets. While turning the brain to what he should do after what he had regardless of the grip of the hand.

Sorrow reigns when the memory of his brain rewires Stella's face. A woman who turns out her presence is just pushing her body into a trough of destruction that somehow she can pull back over.

This is the fruit of Arman's disbelief all along. He is not very grateful to have a wife like Santi and instead willing to exchange her for a woman like Stella. Many times Arman rubbed his face rough and beat his chest trying to eliminate the tightness that tormented the soul.

Traces after traces have been carved in one section of this road. In the end, he stopped in front of a palace where Santi was his queen. Twenty-seven years he lived a life with his wife and he thought this was the right time to improve.

Arman stood glued in front of the door. It felt, if until he knocked on the door and said that he wanted to come back, he was like a shameless person. It means he has thrown away a diamond and in fact he has taken it back.

Inner Arman fought between raising his hand to knock on the door or he blurted out that intention. For a moment, the middle-aged man dissolved in his dilemma. In the end, he chose to abandon his intention to meet Santi.

Arman turned body. He swung his legs to get out of Santi's house. His memory was immediately fixed on the wise words he had heard. That a woman, especially a wife, can forgive all the mistakes of her husband, except infidelity. Arman realized that he would never be able to get forgiveness from his wife.

Arman brought his body out of the terrace area of Santi's house. Until when his body almost reached the front fence...

"Mr Arman!"

Someone's shouting stops Arman's footsteps. Not long after, Dirman was seen running a little to get closer to Arman.

"Master ... Why didn't you come in? Let's go in, sir. Non Kirana also just got home."

Arman just shook his head slowly and smiled bitterly. "No Man, my fault is too great for my son and wife. I don't deserve to go back into this house."

"Let's go in, sir! At least with you going inside, you can apologize directly to Madam and non Kirana. Whether you are forgiven or not, leave everything to God, sir. Leave everything to him."

The previous head of Arman bowed, now he stood up. He looked closely at the face of the housekeeper who had been his belief for years. Dirman nodded softly while smiling as a gesture that everything would be fine. In the end, Arman is led by Dirman to enter the house.

Kirana, Aisyah and Rama were seen cluttering in the middle room. While Sumi still helps Santi to clean up.

"Non Kirana!"

Kirana turned towards the source of the voice. "Yes Mang? What's up?"

"There's someone who wants to meet non Kirana" Dirman said.

Kirana's forehead frowned. "someone? Who's Mang?"

Not long after appeared the figure of Arman from behind Dirman's back. The appearance of the figure of Arman is what makes the two eyes of Kirana wide and perfectly rounded.

"K-Kirana....?" lirih Arman's.

"you? What need did you come here for? Get out of here, go!"

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