Loving My Raised Mother

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"Yes, you're welcome." Arya stood up and shifted her chair. Carry two paper bags.

Followed by Renata grabbing her bag. Walking following Arya's first steps a few steps ahead.

"May be our subscription!" the waiter looked respectfully.

Arya turned her head towards the woman while returning her nod. Renata grabbed Arya's hand in her hand. While walking side by side.

Arya's eye bead looked at Renata's hand that was clutching her wrist tightly. "Intelligence you are playing a show in front of me, pretending to be faithful and upholding our relationship. But behind me, you betrayed me." The inner Aryan while swallowing her saliva that was swallowed painfully, being thrown away was difficult.

Arya slowly releases her hand from Renata's grasp and pretends to pick up the phone. Renata takes off without suspicion.

After being on his motorcycle, Arya wore a helmet, then drove it at medium speed, which was just the sound of the engine of every vehicle that went back and forth on the road.

The sky is so pitch-black, pitch-black, let alone the moon. No stars were seen decorating the night. It was as if he knew how sad Arya's heart was right now. Renata's hand held tightly to Arya's waist.

On arrival in front of Renata's house, Arya stops her motorcycle. Renata rushed down. "Thank you, baby." Renata stood nearby while giving her the most charming smile.

Arya went down and took one Papar bag. Walk into the terrace. "Acasino'aikum ..."

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Renata muttered after that, the mother Tita appeared from behind the door.

"Mother, I drove Renata home safely and nothing less. Now ... I say home, sorry if it's too long and sorry if I've been neglectful to look after it?" arya said words that sounded strange.

"Lho, how are you talking, baby?" Renata.

"Oohs. Thank you for taking care of Renata, don't say that ah. Man is a place of guilt and sin, right?" said Bu Tita while reviewing her smile, then saw Renata who also smiled at Arya.

Arya was forced to give her fake smile. "This is for Mother. Oh, I'll say goodbye!" said Arya back saying goodbye and gave a paper bag to Tita ma'am.

"Em .. Thank you? yes already. Be careful not to speed it." Bu Tita's message to Arya.

Then Arya kissed Bu Tita's hand and then rushed to widen the step towards his motorbike, not forgetting to wear a helmet and turn back. "Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikum salam .." answered the two in unison. Watching Arya leave with her bike.

Arya stood leaning against the side of the motorcycle seat with her hands folded on her chest her face looked up at the sky which was seen a speck of light from a distance adorning the pitch black color of the sky at this moment. Become the only light on a moonless night that usually shines brightly.

A ray of light becomes a light in the darkness. Be friends to a lonely heart in sorrow. Still clinging to memory when he saw a red mark on Renata's neck at that time. Continuing with the incident that is believed to have something to do, Arya's mind is increasingly crying.

"What's my fault? so that you play behind my back tarnishing the love I've given you, you've betrayed my trust all along. What's my fault what? you've collapsed all our hopes. You destroyed the building of the love we were trying to build, you have Renata. It's tega!"

Huoh ... Arya rubbed her face violently then swept the atmosphere around. Look right and left it turns out he was in the parking lot of the Hospital where Fatma was, but he had intended to go home to calm down in his apartment, but somehow even stranded in this place. But want to go home also the responsibility if you have to turn the bow and finally park the motorcycle in a more comfortable place. Then walking through a fairly long corridor it carried a paper bag containing his favorite durian pancakes.

Before going to Fatma's room, Arya stopped by the mosque to perform the isya prayer first. In prayer, Arya asked to be given peace and heart over all the wounds Renata gave. He believes that God knows best for all his people, which we think is good, not necessarily good according to God and God will give us what we need! not what we want.

After content to complain to the creator. Arya again continues her path to Fatma's room in the care. Now his heart already felt better not as fragile as before. He was trying to make iklhas although it cannot be denied that it was difficult.

In front of Fatma's room there were two people who stood guard, because they knew Arya they also invited Arya in. Slowly Arya's hand pushed the door handle and found that Fatma was fast asleep. He glanced at the watch in his hand that had shown at 22 pm.

With slowly closing the door and approaching Fatma who looked soundly, her face looked more fresh and her aura of beauty radiated even though in a state of sleep and without any makeup. "Masya Allah tabarakallah," the sentence was unconsciously uttered as a sense of admiration for the figure of the woman in front of him.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...."

Although the greetings from Arya were not answered by Fatma, but it was certainly answered by the angels around.

Arya took a deep breath, to let go of all the tightness in her chest. Arya's steps turned to a long sofa and threw herself down there staring at the ceiling with a mind hovering, remembering those words.

"Don't let you keep people's soul mates." Those words kept ringing in Arya's ear.

"It turns out it hurt a lot!" he muttered Arya while trying to close his two eyes that were not the least touched by drowsiness. Even though several times his mouth evaporated to make tears.

The night continues to rise. The atmosphere was getting colder and the cold enveloped Arya's body which was only covered in a jacket. But even colder is the feeling of being heartbroken.

Wind that sometimes never seen the shape, but every creature must feel the existence. Touching gently on the skin over the leaves, hanging cloth. Likewise the greeting of the wind was so felt on the skin of Arya at this time who was not also able to be closed.

Occasionally looking at the patient's bed, which above looks soundly without burden although maybe there are actually many burdens that he must bear. He woke up and sat down, resting both his elbows on his knees. Staring blankly ahead then the netra of his eyes moved towards the paper bag that he had just brought on the table.

His hand Arya stalling to take the paper bag, then opened in view of the contents then reminded him of the incident in the restaurant ....