Rainbow 156 Full Moon
A Confession
In the corner of the room Ila was still sitting in the same position, cross-legged. His two hands hugged the scriptures while bowing his head, tears streaming down his face. Inwardly, incessantly pronounce Innalillahi wainna illaihi rojiun, in a hose alternating with istigfar.
“Why, why, how can this happen?” all the questions keep repeating never stop.
“Subhanallah, test Mu,” he keeps the scriptures on the bed, left hand squeezes his shirt right in the chest, hurts! He held his sobs so that Nura would not wake up. His right hand gently rubbed the head of his baby.
The smart phone lights from earlier lit up a sign there was a phone coming in. Anila ignored him, lucky that his phone had been changed to silent mode (silent), so that his voice did not disturb Nura's sleep.
Looking back at the lights on his phone, a glimpse of it there is written My love. The call then died, there were ten missed calls. Right now she did not want to talk to her husband, she was still shocked. Back the call was visible in a ten-centimeter screen, Ila flipped her phone and re-embed her face on the pillow she had just taken.
“Is this the answer to all my prayers and prayers?” ask in the heart. “Duh ya Allah,” lamented.
“If this is just a dream, immediately wake me from this nightmare,” a tear rain on his face. How much he complained, all dead-end, did not answer from the variety of questions that demanded an answer.
The door was knocked, not tight, but still audible. “Bun,” call Angkasa, sound vibrating sound. Anila fell silent she did not want to meet her husband. “Is it still appropriate for the man at the door to be called her husband?” Of course he wants to answer no.
The door is knocked back, firmer. “Please open the door bun,” pinta Angkasa for the second time. “Dad please open the door Bun.”
Anila was flabbergasted, covering her face. What he currently had to do, he did not know, was all so painful.
“Bun, open the door,” back Space knocks harder. Anila looked at Nura who was starting to piqu her deep sleep with a knock. Inevitably, like not liking everything has happened, she must also hear the answer from her husband's mouth. I still hope that everything that happens is a dream.
With a step of resignation and lack of enthusiasm he opened the lock without opening the door, then sat on the left end of the bed. Angkasa opened the door slowly, staring at Anila who was staring at him without blinking.
Space prostrated in front of his wife after closing the door. Anila's thigh was wet with her husband's tears. He closed his eyes, it felt like the question that had demanded an answer had started to find a bright spot.
“Jadi ...,” greeting Bunda Nura this asking for clarity.
“Sorry,” pinta Angkasa, still crying. Ila closed her eyes, inwardly speaking Istigfar, hoping that this was not the end of the explanation.
“For what?” she asked in a whisper, but it was still heard in her husband's ear.
“I'm sorry this is all wrong dad bun, sorry, sorry, sorry,” he said while shaking.
Anila breathed out her heavy breath, her body that had been upright had become lethargic. This is not the answer he wanted. Almost nine years of their marriage, and this is in return for her loyalty. The more broken his heart.
His hands clenched tightly, hit his middle chest many times, hopefully lost the feeling of pinching in his heart, but not as easily as it disappeared, which there was growing pain, spread rapidly throughout the body.
“Tega u A,” lamented Ila whispered, lost already her voice, suddenly weakened, she just resigned.
“Sorry bun, sorry dad,” again apologized still accompanied by tears that did not stop since he prostrated.
“Since when did you get married?” anila's question made Angkasa speechless, he was confused as to where to tell.
Anila closed her eyes, tears came back down without being asked. His body goosebumps, he was suddenly disgusted to see the Space in front of him. She pushed her husband hard, begging him to stay away from her.
It was all in her mind, whatever her husband had done with another woman. Tears still continued to flow, he hugged his body with both hands. “ASTAGFIRULLOHALAZIM!!”
“You have A, I swear you have. I didn't expect,” Anila is starting to get hysterical. She quickly moved to Nura's room, which was directly connected to her room. He just pushed the mirror as high as the closet that became the link between his room with his beloved daughter's room. Space followed him.
Anila sat on a soft green carpet with abstract motifs. Tears still faithfully wet her cheeks. Angkasa tried to hug, but Anila retreated and shook her head, hoping that the man sitting in front of her and still her husband's status understood.
Angkasa rubbed his face violently, his eyes looked red, the look of his face showed compassion for his wife's refusal. Anila just lowered her head, she did not want to look at the father of the princess just by the way.
“Bun, better to be angry, do not be silent,” Space speech breaks the silence between them. Anila stared intently at the man before her, with a look of regret. But she did not want to be affected, at this time she was really disappointed with her husband.
It can be said that from then on there was no progress from the chatter of the two. Angkasa's remorse, invisible to Anila.
DISAPPOINTED!
Certainly disappointed. This is not a matter of ordinary jealousy, or a matter of insensitivity to something. It's a matter of infidelity, betrayal of a sacred sacred promise.
“Sorry Mother, Dad was wrong,” back the request was spoken from the mouth of an Angkasa.
“Oath by Allah, you have the heart,” Anila breathed her heavy breath, I don't know how many times she did it. Anila raised her legs and hugged with both hands, then buried her face one of the best ways not to see the man who had betrayed her.
The woman who was still the wife of the man who had betrayed raised her head and stared intently at him. “Now I ask for honesty from an Angkasa,” he said firmly.
“Sorry ..,”
“I don't need an apology, I need an honesty from you,” he said firmly, cutting off Angkasa's remarks.
“We ...,” Angkasa begins his speech.
We! My Lord, complained Anila, her heart was again pinched small, very sick.
“Dad was married to Dira, February, fourteen years ago,” he said weakly and whispered a little. Anila brightened her smile either mocking her husband or herself.
Finally a confession was uttered from the mouth of an Angkasa, her patient and faithful husband. A loving father who loves his little daughter. Really the story of soap operas present in his life. This is the karma of mocking the excessive love stories presented in the soap opera.
Angkasa continued to apologize, but Ila's listening senses seemed to be covered in cotton, she did not hear it, too shocking her husband's confession. Until just before this former athlete came, and made a confession he was still hoping, just misheard about this news. But hope lives hope, and reality is not as beautiful as dreams.
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