Single-minded

Graduations

At exactly 09.00 WIB, the graduation event began. Azzam sat at the front. Azzam is the largest funder on campus. This made Azzam the guest of honor in this event. Just to the left of Azzam, the Fatih family sat in rows. Only Vika and Arif are representing the Fatih family. Rayyan chose outside the building. Rayyan is waiting for Vira to arrive. Ensuring his promise to Fatih is fulfilled.

"Train, please come forward!" Said the host. There was applause echoing inside the meeting hall. As if they are waiting for students of campus pride that is so idolized.

Fatih stepped gallantly into the middle of the stage. It seems that several lecturers and university rectors are waiting for Fatih. Just as Fatih was standing in the middle of the stage. The live show host asked Azzam to go upstairs. Azzam became the first person to give the trophy and charter as the best student to Fatih.

When Fatih lifted his face, he was shocked and unexpected. Azzam would be the first to congratulate him. Never thought in Fatih's mind. He'll deal with Azzam. Moreover, Fatih could not do anything? Fatih had to accept Azzam's hand. Hands that had always been pushed aside by Fatih. Looked at Azzam's face he never wanted to see.

But everything seems to have to happen. Fatih could only respect Azzam, not reject Azzam. As a son Fatih deserves to be angry, but as a student. Fatih did not want to humiliate the people who had taught him. Disrespecting the guests who came. Fatih tried to control her heart. Keep away the pain. Trying to forget for a moment the disappointment in the person who was so close to him.

"Happy Fatih!" Azzam said as he reached out to Fatih. Long Fatih was silent, there was no smile or rejection. Fatih became a figure without a heart. Why is Fatih so cold? Azzam was devastated to see Fatih's gaze on him. A look that considers itself an outsider. But Azzam remains happy, because his proud son became the best student on the famous campus.

Azzam was very happy, when he became the first person to congratulate Fatih.The time Azzam waited for so many years, today was done without any obstacles. Azzam stared fixedly at the face of the son he had always missed. Azzam was so with Fatih, there was not even a distance separating them. Azzam's heartbeats were rumbling, able to be heard by Fatih. Azzam's happy smile, easily seen by Fatih's beautiful eyes. But that happiness never touched Fatih's heart. The cold gaze became the answer to the congratulation that was spoken with love from Azzam's lips. Fatih remained silent, merely welcoming Azzam's hand. Outstretched hands full of love and sincerity.

"Maybe I was hoping too much!" Azzam said softly, when he realized that Fatih's hand was not outstretched to welcome his congratulations. Azzam pulled his hand slowly. Azzam's heart ached, looking at Fatih's extremely cold chill.

"Thank you, Mr. Azzam!" Fatih said coldly, while replying to Azzam's hand. Just as Azzam pulled his hand. Azzam was surprised and happy. He saw his son warmly welcome his congratulations.

Azzam felt warm his son's hand. The hand he once held. Beautiful moments of growth and development Fatih. A few warm seconds that Azzam felt. At least able to treat homesickness decades away from Fatih. Azzam felt so happy, finally the longing he had been holding back all this time was avenged. Azzam was so happy, like a dream that had come true

"Hate is it you, until your heart calls me that. I'm not Fatih's other guy. I'm your real father, my blood running through your veins. It's not appropriate for you to call me that. At least you can call me papa, even if after that you don't want to admit the blood relationship between kira!" Azzam's mind was full of extreme poignancy.

"Master Azzam!" The words of Azzam imitate the words Fatih. Azzam looked down lethargic, realizing he was nothing more than a guest in the eyes of his son Fatih. Fatih nodded slowly, confirming Azzam's words. A gesture, if Azzam is nothing more than a guest not a father to Fatih.

"I thought you'd call me!" Mumbled Azzam softly, Fatih shook his head weakly. Fatih released Azzam's hand.

"Mr Azzam, once again thank you for your congratulations. For me you remain Mr. Azzam. Never expect more!" Fatih said firmly, Azzam bowed lethargic. He did not expect that his happiness would leave him with the greatest pain

"Why? I want to hear it once!" Pinta Azzam groans, Fatih shakes weakly. Azzam's request was something very unlikely.

"The call you wanted, I've long forgotten. Twenty years ago, I was nothing more than an orphan. Who do you expect me to know you?" Fatih said straightforwardly and firmly without hesitation.

"Are you really angry?"

"I'm not angry, but disappointed that I've felt. That's enough of an excuse for this hatred and anger!" Fatih's voice was cold, flat without mercy.

Azzam shook his head weakly. Azzam felt helpless at Fatih's anger and disappointment. There's no way Azzam can apologize. Azzam felt stupid, for having left Fatih. Forgetting a moment of his responsibility to Fatih. Until Azzam lost Fatih at this time.

"Path, please, papa!" Azzam said, Fatih stared fixedly at Azzam. Fatih felt uneasy, when Azzam said the word papa.

"Sorry Mr. Azzam, you'd better shift. There are still many events to be held. Don't let it be because of the past, this event is a mess!" Said Fatih coldly.

"I'm sorry papa!" Azzam's voice was almost inaudible, again and again only cold was Azzam received. Fatih was untouchable, although Azzam was compassionate.

"I beg you, move!" Fatih said firmly, Azzam lowered his head and walked a few steps to the right side of Fatih. Azzam resigned with a cold attitude Fatih. It's all his fault, there's no way Azzam can fix it.

Kreeekk

Fatih looked up at the sound of the door opening. The voice was so soft, but as if it was loud in Fatih's heart. Why was Fatih so interested in the sound of the door opening? More precisely Fatih waited anxiously for the presence of someone. If Azzam is so insignificant to Fatih. Another case with the figure anticipated by Fatih. So meaningful, until Fatih willingly lost everything.

Tap Tap Tap

Rhythmic-sounding footsteps entered the hall. A woman with a long robe and a matching syar'i hijab. Enter into the graduation room very gracefully. Some eyes are mesmerized with beauty wrapped in politeness. The age that seems is no longer young. Unable to defeat the aura of beauty that clearly emanated from the look on her face. The figure of a graceful and gentle woman is affectionate.

"Mama!" Fatih shouted hysterically, just as Vira walked into the hall.

Maybe Fatih hasn't seen Vira in a long time. But the inner bond of a child, will easily recognize the mother who gave birth to it. His inner voice easily recognized the woman he so missed. Fatih really did not expect, if the mother who was only in her shadow. Now he is standing waiting for his embrace.

"The virus!" Azzam did not believe.

Azzam never expected, if he could see Vira after their twenty years apart. Azzam really did not believe the figure in front of him. The woman he missed so much, walked gracefully towards him. More precisely approached Fatih their baby.

Praaaayyyrrr

The cup that Fatih was holding, instantly slipped out of his hand. The loud sound of the cup lashing, echoed in every corner of the hall. Disperse the daydreams of people who are suddenly silent. All eyes stared at Fatih's astonishment. Azzam took a few steps back, the happiness felt today. As if it cannot be contained. Azzam felt fragile, his bones shattered. The love she missed, stood not far from her.

"Mama, is that really my mom!" Fatih's mind doesn't believe. Fatih was looking forward to this meeting. Twenty years in his life. Finally ending today, passion and purpose have returned in his life.

"Please darling!" Said Vira as she spread her hands. Hope Fatih hugged him, clutched tightly to his body.

Vira stood looking straight at Fatih. At first glance Vira saw Azzam, although there was never any desire to meet with Azzam. But fate seems to make him meet with Azzam. The man he left behind, the priest he could never fully possess.

"Mama!" Fatih shouted, then ran towards Vira.

Fatih threw everything she held. Fatih removed all the graduation attributes. Fatih running as Azzam Al-Fatih. Fatih transforms himself into Vira's little son. Fatih no longer cared about the sharp gazes of those who admired him.

"Mama!" Said Fatih, while kissing the sole of Vira's feet.

"Stay baby, it's not worth it to behave like this!" Pinta Vira to Fatih. Instantly Fatih shook his head, Fatih felt it appropriate to kneel at the feet of the person who gave birth to her.

"No, mama deserves my respect!" Fatih said, Vira gently stroked Fatih's dense hair.

"But your papa deserves your respect better!"

"Mama, don't ever leave Fatih!" Pinta Fatih.

"Mama will be here, won't mama go again!"

"Mama promise!" Said Fatih while hugging tightly Vira.

"Mama promise!" Vira's heart was warm, Fatih nodded slowly believing in the promise of the mother who gave birth to him.

"The virus!" When Azzam couldn't believe it, Vira stared at Azzam. The priest who once filled his heart. He became the leader of his life and both of his children. Azzam recalled the day he parted with Vira. The departure of Vira which became the beginning of the destruction of his life.

FLASHBACKS

"I won't ask you to leave if your heart doesn't want to leave. But pretending to be blind doesn't see your pain and anxiety, I really can't!" Sahut Vira lirih while holding warm Azzam Head.

"Tante Melda is a good mother. She's a loyal wife. A obedient daughter-in-law. His tears and pain continued to be soaked. Just for the sake of the peace of the Atmaja family. Now his weak body was no longer able to store suffering. Lying helpless, became the last choice of heart. Showing you her son and husband. He needs your warm embrace and affection!" Vira said softly, Azzam silently looked down deeper and deeper. His hands clenched tightly onto Vira's body. It was as if his heart was really agitated.

"If her tears never go away. Now it's time for brother to wipe his pain sweat. If it used to be his hand that feeds sister eat. Now it is the hands of the brother that must sustain his life. There will be no laughter in our happiness. If there is no smile a mother accompanies her. For Allah SWT smiles upon HIS servant, when a mother's smile is struck by the behavior of her child!"

"Why?"

"I'll go with you, but not now!"

"Then I won't go!" Azzam said firmly, Vira shook her head weakly. Vira politely brushed off Azzam's hand. Vira let go of Azzam's hand very politely.

"My biggest regret so far, not loving or marrying you. But my status is low when I'm with you. The decision is too hasty to live with you. For my weakness is the reason for my mother's pain and death. So never make the same mistake. Be a devoted child, before being a good husband and father!"

"You want me to go!"

"Go, before it's too late. Me and Fatih will follow!"

"You lied!"

"I'll come, when things get better!"

"You promise!" Azzam said, Vira nodded.

Azzam walked away from Vira, Nadya followed Azzam's footsteps. There was a triumphant smile on Nadya's face.

"I won Vira!" Nadya said softly, Vira shook her head.

"You never win, then or now. You can only snatch, without being able to have it!" Sahut Vira lirih, Nadya inflamed. But his anger was withheld, because Azzam was getting away. Nadya ran after Azzam, leaving Vira staring back at Azzam.

"Sir Azzam!" Shouted Vira, Azzam stopped his steps. Azzam turned his head towards Vira, Vira's silent gaze piercing Azzam's heart. There was a sudden pain in Azzam's heart.

"Take Fariz to meet aunt Melda. It's time for you to be together, looking after the mother who has long missed you!" Vira said loudly, Azzam nodded slowly. Azzam was about to run to Vira, but Vira forbade him by stretching his hands towards Azzam.

"Don't come back, you have to keep moving forward. Take care of yourself, brother!" Shouting Vira loudly, Azzam nodded doubtfully. Vira looked as if she wanted to say the opposite.

"Vira, I'm going for you. I hope you keep your promise. I hope my hunch is wrong, if you're going to leave me. I'm trying to convince myself. If you're gonna stay with me. I'll be right back!" Inner Azzam stared at Vira's nanar.

"You are my priest, be happy even without me. Dreams should still be dreams. A child should go back to his mother. May there be happiness for us!" Inner Vira pilu.

"Sir Vira!"

"Silver is fine and forever fine!" Sahut Vira firmly.

"Rayyan, look after and educate Fatih. He trusts brother, brother's greatest treasure. Don't fill your heart with revenge. Brother will be back when things have improved!"

"Why should you give up?"

"It will all end when someone ends it!" Vira's voice was firm, Rayyan and Vika hugged Vira tightly. A breakup that clearly happened and can no longer be delayed.

FLASH BACK OFF

"Mas Azzam!" Vira was flat, hugging Fatih.

Azzam and Vira looked at each other. A love that sank twenty years ago. Now it feels real in the heart of Azzam. Age streaks on Vira's face. Can't change that beautiful feeling. Azzam felt so much happiness and love. The shadow will be in love with Vira. Pupus was not left, when Vira's cold gaze and Vira's flat attitude towards her. Azzam could only sigh long. The resignation of the attitude without any love that Vira showed.

"You really are Vira!" Azzam did not believe. Azzam tried to act ordinary, covering up his heartbreak.

Vira let go of Fatih's embrace, looking straight at Azzam who was standing straight in front of her. Azzam looked as handsome and handsome as he was twenty years ago. Age scarring does not make him weak and aging. The man who once existed and filled Vira's empty heart.

"Fatih, mom wants to talk to papa. You go back on stage. Look there, they're waiting for you to go upstairs!" Pinta Vira is friendly, Fatih shakes her head. His hand held onto Vira.

Fatih is a five-year-old boy. A boy who was afraid of losing his mother. No more cold and quiet Fatih. Fatih looks weak and spoiled at Vira. But lovingly, Vira gives understanding. Asking Fatih to release his hand. So that Vira can talk to Azzam in private.

"Please go upstairs. Mama should talk to papa!" Pinta Vira, Fatih has no voice. There was fear, when leaving Vira. Fatih's anxiety, being able to be seen by Vira. Lovingly, Vira gave Fatih understanding. Vira tries to make Fatih believe there will be no separation between them.

"Mama's not leaving!"

"Mama will stay here with you. If my mom wants to leave. Why did you come back today?" Said Vira firmly, but warmly lovingly.

"All right!" Sahut Fatih with a nod of the head. With heavy steps, Fatih walked towards the podium.

Fatih left Azzam and Vira. Fatih tries to calm down, forgetting the fear of being abandoned by Vira. Step up Fatih, showing the nature of someone who is mature.

Tap Tap Tap

"Father!" Sapa Nafisa's.

"Your daughter!" Vira said, Nafisa smiled cheerfully towards Vira. With the same smile, Vira returned Nafisa's smile. Vira saw Nadya as a young boy. Nafisa reminds Vira of her best friend.

"Yes!" Azzam kikuk.

"Beautiful as her mother!" Vira said praising Nafisa, Azzam looked at Vira in surprise. Vira's words are strange, when Vira clearly never knew Azzam's marriage. But before Vira left, she had guessed. Azzam would marry Nadya. Nafisa's face is very similar to her best friend's. Something that clearly says who Azzam's wife really is.

"Tante knows mama!" Nafisa's voice, Vira nodded without hesitation.

There's no reason why Vira doesn't recognize Nadya. Even Vira was very close to Nadya. A friendship shattered, only by the love of the Atmaja family's successor. A love that Vira never wanted to hold, but real was choosing Vira over Nadya. The beginning of a breakdown of Vira and Nadya's friendship.

"Of course aunt knows your mama. She's a good woman. She's a auntie's best friend, you're as beautiful as she is. The eyes you have are exactly like Nadya's beautiful eyes!"

"Vira's enough, we have to talk!" Snap Azzam.

Azzam began to get upset, when he saw Vira seoalh buying time. Azzam just wants to talk to Vira. Looking for a reason for Vira's departure twenty years ago. Azzam wanted to know, the reason for Vira's courage to leave his baby. It was as if Vira did not feel any pain as she left Fatih. Azzam felt it was time for Vira to answer all the questions of her heart. The years of turmoil over Vira's departure must be answered today.

"Papa, why yell at a pretty aunt?" Sahut Nafisa.

"Beauty, auntie should talk to papa. Can't aunt borrow papa!" Vira said kindly and gently.

"Aunty,...!"

"I'm not something that can be borrowed!" Azzam's words cynically cut off Nafisa's words.

"You're still the same!" Vira muttered.