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The Part 60

"How are you, Da?" greeting Medah when coming out of the room still wearing mukena.

"Thank God be healthy, Uni." Ida got up to meet Madah and regretted it.

At the same time, Salma came from behind.

"Maktuo, how are you?" the girl greeted Madah.

"The more beautiful you are Sal," praised Medah when she saw Salma wearing an ivory-white canal dress. Her long, black hair, beautifully severed framed her round white face. His nose is sharp with shady eyes. Making Madah remember Ida's face when they first met.

"Ah Maktuo, too praising," Salma blushed.

"You're telling me you're getting married, Sal?" guess Madah after sitting with Burhan and Ida in the front room.

"No, I want to tell you that I graduated as a civil servant" Salma said.

"Alhamdulillah .. Congratulations Sal. Where were you assigned?" Midah moved his seat closer to Salma.

"In Labuah Basilang, Maktuo."

"Npus ... It is indeed your destiny to return to the land of birth yes, Sal," said Madah with a bright face. "I thought you were going to marry young as well as your brothers, but you were persistent in finishing school, too" she said.

Salma just smiled. There was still a sense of awkwardness that he felt towards his motto even though Madah had always been nice to him.

"You stay here, this house is just me. Kitchen kids live in the back house. Fikar and Dahlan have also moved into his wife's house. Your brother doesn't live here either. " Mayy continued.

Salma did not immediately reply, she looked at her amak then said, "what will not be the problem with Ana's tek? I'm afraid it'll be a problem for him."

"Ah, don't you think about it. You'll stay with me" said Madah, shaking her hand, as if she thought it was no big deal.

A warm atmosphere began to be created after they exchanged stories. From there Ida learned that Burhan was still to Kuantan Bay for business, even more often he settled there than in Payakumbuh. Like Ida, Burhan was still unable to get rid of all their memories in the house so he preferred not to be there too often.

"Sometimes it's like hearing Yasir's voice, sometimes Mila's. Then sometimes the voices of Laili and Fatimah were joking," Burhan told as they walked to where Yasir and Mila were buried.

Somehow Ida agreed just like that when Burhan offered to deliver to the navel of his children. At that time he just wanted to fill his heart with happy memories of them first, at least he had felt his happiness with Burhan. He did it to relieve all the fatigue created from pain that almost never broke up near him.

"I think you can get through it strong."

Ida never thought that Burhan felt a deeper loss. It turned out that he was still more fortunate, still with his children. The hurt feelings she felt when she found out the man had been with Ana first, made her close herself to thinking about her ex-husband's feelings.

Only after he made peace with the situation, his eyes opened, was he able to imagine how Burhan used to feel when they were apart.

"Do you still hate me, Da?" tanya Burhan broke Ida's daydream.

"No sir, I've never hated Mister all this time. I'm just hurt, but I don't want to break my heart with hate" Ida said.

"I was angry with you, Da. Blame yourself for taking the children to Siantar without word ...." Burhan stopped talking waiting for Ida's reaction. Ida was silent, as if waiting for Burhan to continue what the man was trying to say.

"In addition to seeing your cold reaction when we meet again and Ana's influence so strong that I ignore you and the children." I'm Burhan.

"Why after Fatimah's marriage, my hatred became more and more. Even when Fatimah visited, I let Ana scold her and throw her out ...." Burhan's eyes looked bright.

"Then, why would you tell me this now? Don't hate me anymore" asked Ida in surprise.

So much so that Ana hates him that he has to influence Burhan like that. Even when the children had met his brother back, they still felt like orphans. Having a father but not being able to meet.

Is it because Ana's feelings are so deep towards Burhan that it makes him feel like breaking up the relationship between the father and his son. When talking about heart problems, it feels complicated. Even the suffering he had experienced over the years was started from the problem of his heart that was unable to accept the loss.

"As I was in Kuantan more often, I began to clear my mind. But there was also a sense of shame to meet the children after the incident Ana drove Fatimah away at that time." Burhan regretted.

Ida only heard the reason Burhan, he did not know what to react like. They keep walking in silence. Busy with each other's thoughts until they arrive at the burial area. He was stunned to see the row of tombs that greeted them coldly. The wind blew slowly carrying the scent of frangipani flowers, making the afternoon atmosphere in the tomb feel gripping.

"Come ..." asked Burhan when he saw Ida who was still stunned in front of the entrance of the tomb area.

"Master still remembers where Yasir and Mila's navel are?" Ida realized that she had not visited her son's grave for a long time. A lot has changed from the cemetery complex, it has begun to be neatly arranged.

"Of course, I clean their navels often." Burhan walked ahead first.

There was a feeling of longing that suddenly suffocated the chest. The faces of Yasir and Mila were still clearly imprinted in his memory, even their ever-adorable gestures did not escape Ida's memory.

"I might divorce Ana, Da." Burhan's sudden voice made Ida stop her movement to clean the weeds that began to be seen checking on the edge of the Yasir navel.

"Why?" tanya Ida looked up to look at Burhan who was in front of the Mila Pusara.

"Because I never really put my heart on him."

"Don't you just say it's hard to get out of debt?"

"Yes, but after I remembered, I also sacrificed a lot for him. Even I was hated by my children, my own flesh and blood." Burhan rubbed Yasir's tombstone, as if he was gently rubbing his son's head.

"Will he not be inflamed?"

"I don't care. I'll settle in Kuantan after this." Burhan turned his gaze from the tombstone to Ida's face.

"G ... Yes, hopefully in the launch of all your business, sir," said Ida continued to pluck the weeds beside the navel.

"Then, are we not able to reconnect our marriage?" burhan asked expectantly.

Again Ida stopped her movement weeding the grass, staring deep at the end of the tomb complex.

"I don't think about going there anymore, sir. Because I'm used to it myself, I'm comfortable with this."

"Ah has really closed your heart, yes ...."

"Haha ... I don't know. But being able to tell each other like this without any burden, has made me happy, as if I'm back to meeting old friends." Ida's smile grew and wrote to Burhan.

Wounds never heal completely, they leave traces. However, the scar can be a story that we will remember one day to show how strong we are when metangatasi wound.