Single-minded

Truth

"The virus!"

"Sir Azzam!" Vira was friendly when she saw Azzam standing right behind her.

"Why Vira? Should always be like this. You left me without a word. You kept all the truth from me. You cover your real wounds I'm the cause. What do you want to show me? You want to tell the world. That I'm nothing more than an irresponsible man!" Lecar Azzam loudly, Vira shook his head weakly.

Vira looked at the nanar Azzam who was standing in front of him. Vira was speechless hearing what seemed to be a question he had been waiting for a long time. A never and almost no concern from Azzam. Sometimes Vira wants to give up. Stay away from the marriage that destroyed her.

"What am I supposed to say? Not everything needs to be said. Sometimes love is evidenced by genuine care. Not the love that exists after explanation!"

"What do you mean Vira? You said all this, as if you were flattering me. You made me look stupid, I kept quiet to me, but said everything to Dimas!" Sahut Azzam emotion, Vira shook her head while smiling knots.

"Sir Azzam was wrong to think I told Dimas everything. One word never came out of my mouth. I never wanted to sell my husband to anyone else. Because I respect you so much. A wife is like a dress to her husband. I admire you so much!"

Azzam bowed lethargicly right in front of Vira. With both hands Azzam covered his face. Azzam was both angry and afraid, when all the truth was revealed inevitably. Azzam never thought, Vira realized all the problems in the past. But Azzam's fear grew more real, as Vira kept all those wounds. Vira never expressed her pain.

"Why Vira? That's the wound I cut. The silence you always show. As if you were okay. When should I be the wrong person? When I realized, all your wounds were not someone else who left them. I'm such a mean person to you!" Azzam was full of regrets.

Azzam felt guilty towards Vira, the wounds she had inflicted were truly deep. Sick wounds, though not festering. If time could be turned, it would be like Rafa Azzam to go back in time. Correcting every mistake he accidentally made with Vira.

"Sir Azzam!" Vira said softly, while lifting Azzam's chin slowly.

Both of Vira's eyes stared fixedly at Azzam's face. His apparent good looks led him to melt into Azzam's love trap. A meaningful gaze, a gesture of love so sincere and deep. Vira cupped Azzam's face gently, both of Vira's hands felt warm touching Azzam's cheeks. At first glance, Vira rubbed the beautiful eyes of Azzam. Trying to remove the regrets Azzam saw in both of his beautiful eyes.

"Honestly I'm sick, I'm disappointed, even I regret marrying you. But I realized, my love is sincere not a lie. Marrying you is my life choice, not coercion. Fatih was born with real love, not falsehood!"

"Darling!" Azzam said softly, Vira blinked her two beautiful eyes.

"Sister Azzam, when I knew my love was just your outburst. I'm sick, but I love you with sincerity. No matter how much you deceive my love. I believe that one day your heart will realize my sincere love. When I found out the truth, our marriage was the reason your parents insulted my mother. I was disappointed even to be crushed, again and again I lost. My love convinced me that you were not the one who would hurt me. But the exam never stopped. When the veil of my father's death was revealed, I regretted being a part of your life. You are the reason for his death. Once again Allah SWT, test my love. Fatih was born with our sincere love. Fatih's spoiled voice, when asking who is her father? My heart lost and had to budge, for the sake of Fatih's smile!"

"Why are you silent? Once you say my fault. At least I can fix myself, so my fault doesn't get bigger!" Azzam said softly, Vira shook her head weakly.

"Like my love is constantly tested, I want to see your sincere love. If you really love me. Brother will see the sacrifice of my love. My sincerity is too strong, until no tears are shed!" Vira said, Azzam looked down weakly.

Azzam clasped Vira's hand. Lamenting his foolishness that continues to hurt Vira. When he talks love, on the other hand he hurts Vira endlessly. Azzam long drifted in pride. It is she who loves Vira too much, but the reality of her love is nothing more than a wound.

Cup

One sweet kiss landed perfectly on Azzam's forehead. Destroying the barrier wall that made the two far away. The warmth of Vira's warm kiss. The thrill of love in Azzam's life. Vira breaks Azzam's regrets easily and lovingly.

"I don't really need your apology. I just want to see how you care about me. Not the regret I expected from you, but the awareness of your heart. If Fatih and I need your hand, it's not just your promise. I have loved you with a heart not a promise. For the promise will only break the sacred bond. Something you'll never be sure of, never promise!" Said Vira shortly after peeping Azzam's forehead.

"Can we go back to what we used to be. Knowing from the beginning, forgetting the past that happened!" Azzam said, Vira nodded without hesitation.

"When am I ready to hold your hand? Stepping together crochet happily. Not just for us, but for the sake of Fatih our baby. He's the reason I'm able to bear the wound, waiting for Azzam Auliqa Son of Atmaja!"

"Thank you!" Azzam said, then pulled Vira's body in his warm embrace.

"Sister Azzam, let go of your embrace!" Shouted Vira struggling, Azzam crept his forehead slowly. He doesn't understand how Vira thinks. A few minutes ago, Vira was so warm. Now Vira looks cold.

"Why now?"

"We are not remarried. I'm legally your wife, but religiously we're separated. Marry me back, then brother deserves me!" Vira said coldly, Azzam nodded his head in agreement. Though her little heart was screaming. Vira flew Azzam sky-high, but in an instant Vira dropped him mercilessly. Like it not like, Azzam had to swallow a desire that began to stir.

"Father!"

"Mama!" Shouted Fatih loudly, Azzam let out a long sigh. Vira turned towards Azzam, as if she understood the meaning of Azzam's breath.

"Sister Azzam, Fatih your son is no one else. If you feel like he's bothering you, isn't that excessive?" Whispering Vira, Azzam shook his head weakly.

"Mama, let's go home!" Said Fatih spoiled, while draping his hand to Vira's neck. Warmly Vira nodded, Vira carried Fatih. But Azzam quickly took it.

"Darling, let me carry Fatih!" Azzam said coldly, Vira nodded with a smile. Azzam's weak voice, a sign of Azzam's disappointment at Fatih's arrival.

"Pronounce ijab qobul first, then I'm all yours. I'll get Fatih away!" Mira Whispe.

"So soon, prepare yourself!" Reply Azzam.