My husband never loved me

Make peace with the situation

The quiet atmosphere in the room, when Hanif invited Alira to sit on the remaining sofa. Bu Yuni who was sitting across from them, stared at Alira and Hanif in turn. While the woman he looked at could only look down, not daring to raise her face.

His anxious feeling again attacked him, his body suddenly trembled and clear circles, coming out all around the surface of his face. While squeezing it out, Alira said, "i didn't kill him.not me.not me!!!!"

Seeing that, Hanif immediately took a stance. He approached the woman, Hanif clasping his hands that were getting wet, due to sweat. "Ra.. istighfar yes..."

Bu Yuni felt more and more guilty, seeing the suffering experienced by her daughter-in-law. Because of the selfishness of her child, the woman had to be depressed. Her instincts as a woman, pushed her to come closer and calmed her daughter-in-law down.

Slowly he lifted his body from the sofa and walked around the table to get to Alira's place. The woman grew more frightened, her body trembling. Until he makes a sound.

"Darling, I'm sorry!!! I know you're not wrong!!!" he said he grabbed the back of the woman's hand. His words made the man who was beside his daughter-in-law stare at him. There was no hatred in the eyes of the man.

"I'm sorry Mom!!?!" His cry broke, his heart was heartbroken at the extremely depressed condition of his daughter-in-law. Instantly, the face that had lowered earlier, slowly lifted up. His sight met the woman's view. Silence, silence, no sound.

They play with their own minds. Soft hands that always strengthen her, when her late husband hurt her. Now, touch it gently again. The fear that had been, attacking him slowly disappeared. When those warm eyes were staring at him wistfully.

"You can't be fragile, baby. You must be strong. I know, you're not wrong. Throw away your guilt, baby!! You should be able to continue your life perfectly." Those words made his heart warm, how not. After the incident, he was afraid of being blamed by the woman who had already grabbed him.

Slowly but surely, she also attached her body to her in-laws. He cried as he was, spilling all the claustrophobic stuff on his chest. He was grateful that God opened his heart. Until he does not blame her.

"Thank you, Mom!!!!" but she could still be heard by the woman.

A faint smile, expanding from the woman's lips. Makes her heart more peaceful. Makes those who see it happy. Eventually, the misunderstanding ended. Alira, no longer covered in anxiety.

Now Bu Yuni's gaze turned to the man who had just shed tears, seeing the incident he and his daughter-in-law. He could clearly see the sincerity from within the man's eyes. Love is so great, it is there.

"Doctor Hanif! Can we talk to you for a second!" the door to the man. The man wearing Koko's shirt and the scabbard nodded.

They both broke away to speak with four eyes. The front porch was their choice.

"Sorry, can I ask you something?" he asked the man who was now sitting next to him, only stuck by the table.

"Please, Mom!" replied the man was friendly.

"What.you love Alira?" The question this time made the man a little surprised, his eyes were perfectly rounded. "Tell me the truth!" he continued, making Hanif swallow his Slavina.

"Eh..."

"You must not be afraid!!!" trim her, smile thinly.

Hanif also felt relieved, because there was no anger from inside Bu Yuni. Maybe it's time he told her the truth.

"I love Alira!" the answer was honest, and Bu Yuni smiled with relief.

"Thank God then! I'm happy, finally Alira can find a man who sincerely loves her." Bu Yuni turned to look at Hanif.

"Promise?"

"Yes! You have to promise me. You should be able to make Alira happy!" Moments later, Bu Yuni's tears came back. "Because during my life with my son, he was never happy!" Bu Yuni wiped away her tears. After that, continue the story.

"Alira was married to Prayoga because they were betrothed by my husband and Alira's father. They don't love each other. When my husband died and both of his parents died. Akira is always tormented by Prayoga!" Hanif was even more astonished to hear Bu Yuni's story.

"The suffering increased again, when Prayoga remarried another woman. A woman who only wants her property. Evidently, at Prayoga's death, the woman didn't even show her nose." Bu Yuni exhaled heavily. Tightness in his chest, which made the woman not continue her story.

"Mom.I promise I'll make Alira happy!" sahut Hanif who could not bear to see the woman sobbed. Moreover, the two were unable to hear the sufferer of the woman he loved.

"Thank you!!! Because Alira's happiness is my promise to my late husband and Alira's parents!"

After talking on the terrace, they went back inside. It was obvious that happiness was emanating from Hanif's face, but not Bu Yuni's, her face was still sad. They sat in his place.

"I'm sorry, Miss Dance. If my arrival makes you feel worried!" said Bu Yuni to Bu Tari.

"Oh, that's okay, ma'am. Forgive my son too. It's too bad to bring Nak Alira to this house" replied Miss Tari.

The awkwardness between them was no longer visible. Alira also started to calm down. The woman could already smile back, as they threw jokes at each other. His anxiety that had once controlled him, slowly dissipated.

The bodyguards who had joined them had already been ordered to wait outside by Bu Yuni. So that they talk casually, and there is no more tension.

At the end of their conversation. Bu Yuni asked Alira, "honey, do you want to stay here? Not coming home with Mom?"

Alira seemed to think with her mother-in-law's question. He looked towards Hanif, then towards Bu Tari.

"Fine for now, Alira used to live here. I'm sure she's still traumatized by staying at Mom's!" hanif's proposal, help Alira answer Bu Yuni's question.

"Yes, Mom. Poor thing, if Nak Alira remembers the incident again," said Bu Tari.

"Yes, as long as it's best for Alira. I'm coming, aja!"

"Then I say yes. Ra, honey. You are fine here!!!" pamit Bu Yuni, then moved from her seat. Followed by others.

Hanif and Alira drove Bu Yuni to the front of the house. Before leaving, Bu Yuni hugged Alira. With Alira. Then he approached Hanif.

"You should be able to take care of him, he. But.don't fuck around!" whispered Bu Yuni, Hanif shook his head. "You are not muhrim!" Bu Yuni chuckled, Hanif widened his eyes.

The confusion between them no longer exists. In fact, Bu Yuni hung Alira's life in Hanif's hands. Since he saw that sincerity, it was only owned by that man.

To be continued