The Bond of Our Love

CHAPTER 45- I Please Return My Wife!!!

"Fajars. You're Dawn, right? Andre Lazuardi's son?" Helmi asked, pointing at Dawn with her index finger.

"Yes Om, it's me Dawn"

"Yes God.... Dawns. Where have you been all this time?" Helmi patted Fajar's shoulder and hugged the man happily. Dawn returned the middle-aged man's embrace. Then he turned to Gala.

"sister"

"Hey Bro, how are you?" Gala patted Fajar's shoulder and hugged him familiarly.

"Alhamdulillah good Brother"

"Oh yeah, then this?" Helmi pointed at Shreya who was standing beside Dawn with a questioning look.

"This is Shreya, my wife. Shreya, meet this Om Helmi and her eldest son Gala. He was a good friend of my late parents" Dawn introduced the three.

"Hallo Om, I'm Shreya" Shreya held Helmi's hand and endured it.

"Hallo baby, how are you, son?"

"Alhamdulillah good Om"

"Your wife is beautiful yes" said Helmi who honestly from her heart admires her personality, Shreya who according to her manners and courtesy by regretting her as a parent.

Even Amora, who had been her daughter-in-law for months, had never done anything like that to her.

"Thank you Om, she is indeed a very beautiful woman" Fajar smiled sumringah.

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"You are so outrageous huh. For years there was no news after you disappeared with your parents. Even now, even if you marry us, no one knows. You know, Om, this is your Papa's best friend?"

Babe Helmi as they gathered at one table in the restaurant.

"Yes Om I'm sorry. At that time the three of us moved and settled in Poland for five years. After my parents died, I returned to Indonesia and settled in Magelang until now. I was so busy taking care of Papa's business that we broke up"

"So your parents are really dead?" Ask Helmi to make sure. Actually, he had long heard about the news of his best friend's death, but still confusing.

"Yes Om, they had an accident 9 years ago" replied Dawn Pilu.

"You are patient. Just pray for them to calm down there" Helmi said with sympathy.

"Yes, thank you"

"Yes, now Om wants to hear about the beginning of your relationship. Son, tell Om, what made you fall in love with this stupid kid? When and how did you meet?" Helmi teases Shreya.

"Mmmm..... I-i'm.... I'm....." Shreya. Confused what to answer. He just does not remember the slightest when and how to meet until married with Dawn.

"We met six years ago Om. At that time I was taking the S3 in Delhi. It just so happened that I was Shreya on campus. He's in semester one of psychology. About a year and a half ago we got married there. Yes, dear" said Fajar who then glanced and smiled sweetly at Shreya.

"Mmmm.... Iy-iya" Shreya replied doubtfully.

"Well, romance is also your first meeting. It's a pity that we and our family were not present when you got married. Though Mama must be very enthusiastic if you know about your marriage. You are also considered to be his own son" Timpal Gala.

"Yes, again, I'm sorry about that. I'm also very sorry for your absence at our wedding. Oh yes, Gala herself how are you? I heard that Brother is married too? Tell me, who's the lucky lady?" Dawn seduces Gala.

"Name Amora. We got married five months ago. She's a very beautiful woman, I love her very much. I'll introduce you later, with my wife" Gala talked about her lovingly.

"Ready Brother. Oh yeah, then what about Rahul? How is he doing? I remember very well, when we were kids and I still live in Jakarta, we used to play together. You could even say we are best friends. Just like Om and Papa"

"Good precedent. It's just that" replied Helmi with a soft look and a face that suddenly looked sad.

"just only? What happened to her?" Ask Fajar curiously.

"You could say he is currently grieving, having just lost his wife" Helmi explained.

"She just died?" Cecar Fajar is increasingly interested in hearing stories about his childhood friends.

While Shreya was just speechless and pensive. Somehow hearing Rahul's name made his heart tremble. He felt that the name was no stranger to his ears.

"So, we ourselves still can't be sure about that. It's clearly a long story. Oh yes, since we met here, Om would like to say, if next month is anniversary Om and meet. Don't forget, you two should come. Remember, don't let it not"

Helmi switched the conversation to make the atmosphere crowded again.

"You mean, we both have to go to Jakarta?" Ask Dawn with a heavy heart.

"Why indeed? Don't tell me you don't have a vehicle to get there" Helmi replied with a Dawn laugh.

"Om can do it"

"Yes.... Anyway, not many reasons. You two should be there later. Otherwise, our family would be very disappointed. Isn't it Pa?" Gala chimed in with a warning expression, which was met with a blink of an eye by her father.

"Yes, sister, we will try to be present. But first, we had to consult with Shreya's obgynya doctor. Is his condition that now could make it possible for him to travel far"

"What happened to Shreya? Should I consult with an obgyn doctor?" Ask Helmi wonder.

"He's pregnant Om"

"Pregnant, really?" Helmi seemed enthusiastic in responding to Dawn's statement and glanced at Shreya with a questioning look.

"Yes Om" Shreya replied with a smile.

"Gee.... Congratulations yes. Soon there will be a small presence between you. You must be so happy, right? Surely you are impatient to wait for the baby to be born in the world "

Babe Helmi with mixed feelings, between being happy for Dawn which she had considered her own child, and sadness considering the situation of Rahul who is currently being hit hard, he said, because of the loss of a wife who was carrying her flesh and blood.

"Of course Om. Anyway Om and Kak Gala just calm down, we certainly try to be able to attend the event of anniversary Om and aunt. Because I'd love to meet Aunt Lesti and Rahul. I miss them so much"

"really right? Watch out for lies" Helmi stared at Dawn firmly while pointing at her with her index finger.

"Yes"

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The longer Rahul languishes. For almost a month he was separated from his wife. And all that can be done is to look at their wedding rings, while imagining the beautiful memories they have shared.

Although he had tried to concern himself with work, yet still, he could not take his mind off Zahra. He really misses his wife. If it goes on like this, he'll go crazy for a long time.

In the past when his mind was in turmoil, all that could accompany and heal him was a drink. And now he really needs that liquid. He can't take it anymore.

Rahul took one of the bottles in the glass cabinet in his room. He opened the bottle and prepared to drink it.

But suddenly the words of Zahra rang in his eyes. The woman once told her that such a drink was haram and sinful. Rahul sighed and regulated his breath that was panting.

He closed and put the bottle back in its place. Rahul covered his face with his palm. He was really dizzy facing the endless test of his life.

Before Zahra was present in his life, he easily played with his collection of drinks. But now, he should be able to withstand all the bad habits he had done in his past.

He did not want to upset his wife with his childlike attitude. Which easily fell back into the black valley.

Alarm with ringtone adzan on his phone reads. Yes, he did set the alarm on his phone. That he did so that he always remembered every prayer time arrived.

Without a second thought, Rahul immediately took ablution and carried out his maghrib prayer obligations. After the prayer, he put his hands together and prayed.

"Oh my God, I beg of you, please meet me with my wife. I miss him so much. You can take whatever I have including my vision as it used to be. But I beg you, O God, please give Zahra back to my side. I'm pretty sure my wife is still alive. Because my heart says that.

He is everything to me. He's my soul mate, half my life. Moreover, she was pregnant with my son. Give me a chance to accompany and accompany her during her pregnancy. I promise, I will never hurt, let alone waste it. That's my promise"

Rahul offered a prayer with sorrow. Without feeling the droplets of clear liquid escaped from his eye patch. Then he rubbed his palm against his face as soon as his prayer was over.

This was the prayer he always said at all times. The plea he so desperately hoped would be granted by the creator who had brought him together and separated him from Zahra.

Lesti who had been standing behind the door could only look at her youngest son with empathy, while wiping away her unstoppable tears at the sadness of her favorite child.

As a mother, her heart felt sliced at the suffering felt by her child. If there was anything he could do to get rid of that suffering, he would have done it.

"Eh, Ma" Rahul who was rolling the prayer mat just realized his mother's presence behind the door.