Muhasabah Cinta (Arya And Arini)

174.It's not Arini's fault

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The second step of weak legs helplessly brought Arini up to a city terminal. Not knowing where to go without a destination but Arini keeps trying to be strong and go as far as everyone who loves him also from people who give a wound that will not be it was easy for him to forget.

Already trying to run away from the bitter reality that he got, run from a garden of love that is so sweet and beautiful but he still can not make the wound disappear instantly, he said, I don't know how long it took him.

All the love, care, smiles and protection are all just lies that Arini cannot understand. Her wash of love that she began to nourish was beautifully lost and slowly destroyed.

Pensive alone just sitting in a waiting area by hugging a backpack that becomes provisions for him.

Arini turned her head every now and then, staring at the night court where there were thousands of stars who kept smiling kindly greeting her.

The place is very quiet, Arini can not go anywhere because the night is very late and there are no more buses or other transportation that come and go.

There is fear in Arini's mind, he never went out this night alone usually there will be others who invite him, but now? no one even comes to accompany and just make friends with the quiet and cold of the night wind.

''Mom, Arini is scared, '' she said. His hands are getting tighter hugging the backpack that actually there is also no valuable item just his clothes.

But it was a precious item for him now because he would not be able to leave without anything including his change of clothes.

His back leaning together with the green iron pole, Arini raised both legs and hugged him along with his backpack.

Her inner wounds were again present when she suddenly recalled the togetherness with Arya. The sincere feeling he has given now is no longer of any use and he must now also be forced to let go and forget.

''O Allah, take care Sir. Don't let her be sad and don't let her go back to her past. Arini please make Mr. Sir a very good person as he was with Arini.''

His hope was so sincere that even though he was no longer with her he might not even have her.

Arini again shed a wound through her tears, she was really sad because now that she was truly alone living in this world, no one else with her also loved her.

His eyes were closed because he was tired of his tears. But Arini also could not sleep he was so afraid he was just alone there with the dim lighting of a very small yellow light.

"Don't be afraid, Arini. God is always with you."

Arini wants to stop to the mosque to be safer but his legs are no longer able to walk he is very tired his legs are also scuffed because his shoes are broken and Arini is forced to walk barefoot.

The light brown socks she was wearing now had changed color with mixed blood and soil, but Arini had no intention of letting go she still needed them to cover her aura. Maybe tomorrow after morning he will throw it away after he buys a new one along with cheaper sandals as well.

"I have a girl here by herself."

A foreign voice made Arini re-open her eyes she was immediately afraid to see three men who came and stood before her.

"Punties want to wait for the bus too?" asked Arini very innocently. Although it was obvious he was very scared but his brain which was only half would not think of getting to a place too far away.

"Wait bus? Haha...!" laughter among them.

"Why laugh uncle, Arini's not like a clown, right?" said again. This time he looked calmer.

"Or maybe Arini's face is weird? Just jerk..." Arini opened her little bag, took out a small glass and saw the reflection of her face from there.

"There's nothing wrong, everything's fine. Arini's not a whimper either?"

"Hey.., there's nothing weird about you. But our eyes feel weird when they see you!"

"Uncle's eye minus, or plus huh? How can it be strange to see Arini." said Arini casually.

"Talk too much you boy, get the bag!" His hand had already grabbed Arini's backpack while the others snatched his small bag.

"Eh.., Arini's bag is going to be in the fire! Don't-don't-don't Uncle-uncle is a copet? Or snap? Or the kidnapper?" Arini had to fight hard to defend her bag.

"Don't say much, here's the bag!" the man still chuckles to ask for Arini's bag.

"Uncle, this uncle don't be naughty. If you are naughty, not only uncle's parents will be angry, but God will also be angry. Remember Uncle, uncle's hand tomorrow if in the afterlife can testify to God that Uncle can not take care of it properly and instead let him do naughty," Arini advised.

"Don't bring the afterlife! We're not afraid!"

"Are not really afraid? Is his uncle not afraid of being burned in hell? Because of the fire from the match alone uncle overheated hands can also blister how if uncle was thrown in hell. Are you afraid of being ashes!?"

"Not much cingcong! Here's the bag!" That guy stays tight to snatch Arini's bag.

"No, it's Arini's bag! What uncle is not afraid, in it there is a poisonous snake that will kill Uncle uncle everything," said Arini.

"Hahaha.., if there is a snake will you also dare to bring it. You little rancid boy!"

"Police...!" Arini shouted, her hands raised and pointed towards the back of all those people and made her follow the direction of her hands as well.

Arini quickly used the thousand steps to be able to escape from all of them.

"Hey.. We're just in the same kibulin boy. Pursue the chase.." One man turned his head and by then Arini was far away running.

Quickly he invites his friends to pursue Arini who is very far away.

"Where to go, Cake. We have no place to live anymore" said Granny Pure.

His tired legs now stopped, but the two continued to walk to find a temporary shelter that could be made for a rest tonight.

"We'll rest, Grandma."

Grandpa Susanto led his wife to rest at a rest stop that was also deserted no one else. For a while they can rest there until tomorrow.

"Grandfather, Arini can't possibly be this long are we the same? Can't it be that the one who did all this is him?" Pure Grandma looked over.

"Come, Grandma. But I hope it's not Arini who does."

Those who were so cold in sitting were seen by someone who was looking for them, he was Hendra.

Quickly Hendra stopped his car in front of the stop, he quickly got out and approached the two old men.

"Master!" Sapa Hendra's.

The two raised their faces together and looked at Hendra who was in front of him.

"Mr Hendra?" susanto's grandfather's eyes rounded he was also very surprised by his arrival.

"Sir, is it true that Arini is not your true grandchild?" Hendra couldn't wait to get the answer.

Grandpa Susanto still quietly flinched.

"Sir, please explain everything to me. My wife says she's our son, is that true? Tell me sir, say it!"

"Yes, Arini is your son who somehow you can throw it away! He was a child who continued to suffer until now because his parents did not want him!" grandpa Susanto looks very angry.Susanto's grandfather is happy but he also still holds a great anger because the parents who have the heart to throw away their own flesh and blood.

"It's not like that, sir. L am... I'm..."

"What would you make an excuse. I already know everything! Just because the suspicions are not basic and there is no evidence you sacrificed your own son!"

"Sir, I admit I was wrong. That's why I want to make up for all my mistakes. Please tell me where Arini is now, tell me, sir."

"It's too late, Arini's gone after selling our house,"

"It's not right, it's not Arini who did it. But the other master's grandson is also the master's son-in-law. The mothers said Arini was innocent, and they insulted him before he kicked Arini out."

Grandpa Susanto was silent, it turned out that his conscience was never wrong.

"Where are you going now? How about you guys stay in my house,"

"No need, we'll be very troublesome sir later."

"No, sir won't trouble us. Mari," Hendra remained tight until Grandpa Susanto and Grandma Murni joined Hendra.

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