My Choice of Woman

Episode 88's

The night was still the same, when the mother moon shone softly. This time the beautiful crescent-shaped mother plus beautiful beads scattered decorate the night sky. Tonight the sky is so bright and beautiful, but some are inversely proportional to all this. The woman still looked gloomy sitting on the chair facing the window of her room. He looked at the little angel who was now fast asleep because of the satiety after getting abundant intake of Asi. The woman looked confused in her daydream. Tonight is still the same, but with a different place.

Akmal came out of the bathroom with his hair still wet. He rubbed a towel into his hair to dry immediately. Akmal saw his wife who looked grim tonight after moving from the house of Ilham, Akmal decided to contract a house that was north of the city of Milepolis. He suspected that his wife no longer wanted to stay contracted. Maybe that's what's making him so sad right now.

Akmal walked towards the table. He took some files in the storage area on the table and wanted to show them to his wife. Akmal gently touched his wife's shoulder, then guided her to sit together on the edge of the bed.

“I know you are sad because I decided to contract home?” Akmal stared fixedly at Rahma's pair of eyeballs.

Rahma shook her head, she did not mind this, which seemed to her to have a place to take shelter. Rahma was a little interested in the documents that Akmal brought. He took the document and looked at it with a fellow. Rahma noticed in the document that there were only pictures of the house and its layout. It looks minimalist, unique and beautiful. Then he looked at Akmal, he wanted Akmal to explain what this document meant.

“You like it?” Akmal smiled at his wife.

Rahma just nodded weakly, she liked the design that she thought was very touched by art.

“This is our home that will stand in Numa.” City Akmal showed a skesta of pictures of the house visible from the front.

Rahma's eyes were round, she still could not believe the statement her husband had just said. He then looked at Akmal again, asking for a detailed explanation.

“This is a sketch of our house, still the stage of development has not been fully completed. Soon our little family will move to Numa. And this design is your dream home ‘ right? With wooden floor and pond containing koi fish, like a traditional house in Japan.” Akmall explained well.

It is true that the design of this house is similar to Rahma's dream house, wooden floor and at the back of the house there is a koi fish pond. Coupled with the rustling of a fountain with a bamboo container that sounds a pleasant rhythm. Rahma smiled, but not long after that she returned moody. The look on his face was very predictable, and Akmal did not like it.

“What is troubling your mind?” Akmal grabbed both cheeks belonging to Rahma.

Rahma sighed, there was indeed something raging in her heart. Suddenly one warm grain dripped from the corner of his eye.

“Hey, why are you crying? Is something a burden on your mind? Tell me, am I not your childhood friend to this day?” Akmal wiped away Rahma's tears that came out more and more. He also grabbed his wife to cry in her arms.

Rahma was still crying, she hugged a firm body. He felt very comfortable and at peace in the arms of his loved ones.

“Why did you choose me to be your wife? Didn't you also know that I was once a woman of the night and gave birth to Argian? Why don't you look for a more respectable woman than me? Are you doing this purely out of pity to see me who already had children before marriage?” Rahma sobbed, she stared fixedly at Akmal's peaceful face.

“Huuusstttt!” Akmal pressed his index finger against Rahma's lips, hinting not to say anymore.

Rahma fell silent not answering Akmal's question, only to listen with reverence to all her husband's words.

“I only want you because destiny unites us. I want to love you because God is not just out of pity. I accept you completely, in agreement with your past. I also thought Argian was a part of me. He's my son even though I'm not his biological father. Please, don't tell Argian about how he is present in this world. Tell me something good. Tell me that I am his father,” Akmal answers all the questions that burden Rahma's mind.

Hearing this, Rahma felt ashamed. He was crying because he was happy. Very happy. It turns out that the world is still willing to accept the situation and see! Now Akmal accepted it with determination. Accept all the lack without protest. Now Rahma knew, how Akmal loved her all this time.

“Do you know, we both do not have a complete family figure. We both never got the warmth of mom and dad's arms. We both know, that we are from an orphanage.”

Akmal sighed before continuing his sentence. He also grabbed onto Raham's shoulder to strengthen the raging feeling in his wife.

“We used to dream of having a whole and warm family. Maybe all this time we never got it all. But a warm family must be made of us. A mother who is good at cooking and teaches new things to her children must come from within you. A great father who can meet all the needs of the family must come from me. Argian needs all of this. A full family should come from us. And I promise you, that I will love Argian like my biological son is self.”

Rahma cried again to hear the words from her husband. He felt very unworthy to receive all this happiness. He is now conscious and understanding, the injustice he has always felt is not because the world hates him. But because things will change. For now Rahma feels the sweet fruit of the sadness that always dwells in her.

“Don't cry anymore, we learn to be good parents for Argian. I promise I will continue with you, hugging you and Argian.because we are a whole family.” Akmal continued his sentence.

It is true, many wounds are often Akmal and Rahma natural. Whether it is a wound due to a small scratch or a wound whose diameter is wide and gaping. All wounds are very painful and sometimes leave scars that are difficult to heal. There are many responses to wounds that are often experienced by humans. There is a human who was previously weak and then he suffered a wound that feels sore in his life. Sure enough, he became strong to tolerate the pain of being frequently injured.

Sometimes there are from the part of them that reciprocates this wound so that no one gets hurt again. It might be called growing from a wound. Growing from the pain of wounds that the world accidentally carved. Growing from a wound is like warming the dark untouched with the sun. Cool in the heat. And calm in the unrest of the problems that come in a row.

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