The End of Hope

102 EPS. Kak Fanan

Naya fell asleep after saving her phone. While Ares was still speechless with his thoughts, he laid his body on his back, and used both his hands as pillows under his head.

I'm still thinking about how Naya will go home tomorrow, to the city of Rain. Inevitably Naya has to fulfill the call, going to her old house while she is still Rudian's wife. They needed Naya's signature to sign the receipt, which would be used as a proof of payment for Rudian's now-sold home.

Bastian calls, contacts Naya, only to inform her that Yola, who was married a few months ago, has now been sold. Tomorrow is the day of payment. The person who bought the house, wanted the receipt signature done by Naya and Yola. Which is the wife of two heirs, he does not want to happen problems later, considering the house is a relic of Rudian who had two previous wives.

This man's desire makes sense, too, because he is a man who is too careful, when it should not be like that. Guarding from conflicts and disputes in the future is necessary, right?

What Ares thinks about is, how will he let go of Naya tomorrow? The woman had just been married to him, and had to go far away, whereas he could not accompany her, because Yoni was also still sick. The man repeatedly took a deep breath. She could not have banned him, as it was tantamount to deciding on Naya's right to get a share of her ex-husband's house.

Human beings have no right to decide the rights of others. All that is our duty will be for others, while our right will be for others.

Ares was not sleepy, as he was still thinking about his wife. He tilted his body, facing Naya who had closed her eyes since then, curled up at his side.

"You know, Nay. How much I pray, even though I don't know when my prayer has the answer. But I don't care and I still call you. Sometimes I cape, I get bored too. Because every time in a day I repeat the same do'a."

Ares said softly, rubbing Naya's cheek gently, and she said again, even though she knew Naya would not hear her.

"When I first saw you here, Nay. I honestly cried, I hope my eyes don't look wrong. Tau no Nay, I often pass on the same road hopefully reunited with you. But I laughed, when I found out you were working in that cafeteria. I looked everywhere for you after the last time I met you, you were here. The happiest one, when I knew you were alone. Nay, you can say I'm evil. I'm not a good man, as you might expect."

"Uh ... " Suddenly Naya muttered softly in her sleep, while changing her body position. Now she is behind her husband.

Ares's hand stretched out, wrapped it around Naya's waist and pulled her body to her feet.

"I love you, Nay. That's why I never stopped praying for you."

Ares was monologuing in his heart.

Maybe he and Naya were people who were not in wishful thinking, not knowing each other. Until one day they meet, touch with heart and over time become a figure who is expected to be heard, his affection and then his love.

Sometimes there are those who envy people who have loved with all their heart. Envy something you can freely spend time with. While he didn't. Yeah, that was before he married her. The man envied what and who could freely enjoy time with Naya!

Surprisingly, that is the sincerity of one's feelings, who always expects, and also prays, even though he is nothing to the one he prays for.

"Hiiiks hiiks hiiks. "lamat-ambi heard the sound of crying Yoni who dreamed or some pain in his body.

Ares who had not fallen asleep immediately approached Yoni and rubbed his back, confirming the location of the hand that was still connected with the infusion tube.

But the boy was still crying softly, until a while made Naya then woke up. He opened his eyes and wriggled slowly with the return of his entire life.

'Maasyaa Allah yes, I am in the hospital now, and I am already .. Mr. Ares, where is he?'

Naya turned around while groping the empty side next to her. Instantly aware, the look in his eyes had already met the shady look of Ares who was still holding Yoni on his bed.

Naya got up from the carpet and approached Ares saying, "Here, sir. Let it be with me." he'll grab Yoni.

"No, just sleep there."

"Mother is not asleep. No sleepy, what?"

"Mr, sire. Same other people can call brother, can call what. The same husband himself called father." Ares said while throbbing.

Naya smiled shyly, while fixing her veil, she sat down beside Ares, looking at her husband gently, saying, "Sir Fanan ... Is it sleepy?"

Ares blinked his eyes and smiled, replying to Naya with a nod of his head. He was happy to call Naya by her hijrah name. No one called him by that name.

"Yes already. If you are sleepy, just sleep. Let me take care of Yoni." Naya said again.

Ares shakes.

"Why?" Ask Naya.

"It's okay. You just rest. Tomorrow I'm leaving."

"Oh yes. Tomorrow I may be with my dad. The distance from my father's house is only an hour's drive."

"Yes. I think so too. I'm on vacation tomorrow too. So you can wait for Yoni all day."

"Alhamdulillah, it means that our affairs are facilitated by God."

"Yes. But I can't talk to you. Not what?"

"Not what." Naya threw a smile for a moment. But a moment later he turned his face away, shaking his eyes withholding his tears that were about to fall.

'Yes, God. Why am I still like this every time I see him, but I am no longer as sad as before. But this feeling, aah ... Is it true that he is now my husband, and I am now his wife...? God willing I have another husband now...!'

Gratitude was more domineering in Naya's heart, but there was also disbelief. He was then surprised, as suddenly Ares' head was on his shoulders, his face was very close to Naya's face when Naya looked back at him.

"Why aren't you sad anymore, right, if you look at me?" Ares asked, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

Naya shook her head, in response.

He is no longer sad. He has thought otherwise, changing his perspective and mindset by thinking positively or specifically in every situation. He has successfully applied the advice of an ustadz who advises in a different way. Which not only says about sincerity, patience and gratitude. But giving solutions in a clear way step by step, while continuing to make sincere, patient and grateful as a concomitant action, which cannot be released in every step.

"Keep, why are you quiet?" Ares asked again.

'Yes, what should I say?'

"Son, anything. I'm just not used to it yet. Sorry."

"Later too long to get used to it" Ares said as he kissed Naya's cheek at a glance.

'Uh, just ngagetin. Oh, me, don't sell expensive. You're not a girl anymore, are you? You are an experienced woman!'

Naya could not fall back asleep, as she ignored Ares, who held Yoni to sleep, and it was almost dawn.

Naya took her time to face God and she remained on her alphabet while waiting for dawn.

"Have, prayers?" Ares asked as he wrapped his hands around Naya's waist from behind.

"It has. Just wait for dawn" replied Naya. He turned his head and leaned his body on Ares' chest, and made him hold his arms even more.

"Don't stay there long, when you're done, go home quickly. Keep your money in the bank. So don't bring a lot of money on the road."

"Later, Brother Fanan picked up at the station, yeah."

"Oh. Fine."

When the dawn has changed with the dhuha time which brings hope for more reward ...

Arriving at home, Naya immediately tidied up the clothes to be brought, for her departure. Meanwhile, Budiman and Nuriya were also prepared. Naya gives them news from Bastian, which she received last night. Budiman still remembers some names from the life of Naya, until he understood.

Ares drove them to the airport feeling unwilling. He could have used this opportunity, for a honeymoon with Naya. Stay at Budiman's house, and go to Grandpa's villa on Anyelir beach, complete already his happiness. What force of reality is not as beautiful as its shadow.

He can take Naya to the airport because there is Dinda guarding Yoni, they have to change guard until half a day. Where can he go with Naya. Only one comforted the heart, Yoni could already go home today.

"Remember, my message, Nay." That's Ares' message, when they're in the airport area. Naya nodded, she waved her hand with a smile. Then leave. Ares watched until Naya's shadow disappeared.

-

The arrival of Naya and the small family was welcomed by Sarita with a very sweet. The woman did not change much after a year or so they did not see each other. He wondered why they could come to visit at the same time, and also brought some large suitcases.

Budiman also told how they could come like that, because all of it was a coincidence. Until Naya asks these two parents, accompany her to be in touch with Sarita and take care of her old house.

"Subhanallah, Naya ... " Sarita said as she hugged Naya for the umpteenth time.

"This may be a gift from God for your patience, son. For your second wedding!" sarita said again, then picked up her phone.

"Later, yeah. I'll call Yola, let her get here fast. She also wants to see you," Sarita said, with teary eyes.

He could not forget Naya, so long as the woman was so sorry for her actions, to Naya in her past. He had wasted a lot of time with his youngest child, and instead let Naya, the hurt wife, who took care of her child, even to the point of dying.

What deserves to be said like flying dust is regret.

In fact, no one forced Naya to make all those sacrifices. Naya herself is unconscious, so she decides to take care of Rudian, who has neglected her.

After a long time the woman pondered, and realized that a feeling of love had called her. Yes, he still loved her at that time. Although he was about to give up, especially after he lost a small fetus that did not want to grow in his womb, he had felt he was the most stupid person. Never mind himself, others also blame him a lot. Is it his love? Perhaps this so-called love weakens logic.

Naya smiles in response to Sarita's remark about Yola also wanting to meet her. Ahk... What is he like now? Naya fleetingly reminded how the woman was like forcing her to make her take care of her husband. Indeed, when viewed from na*fsu glasses, he felt aggrieved. But he took ibroh, or wisdom as great as possible. Perhaps only he knows what it's like to be praised by a grown man, who every time he wakes up and sees it, he'll just say, "you're beautiful." And after saying so, the man closed his eyes again.

At first Naya is amazed, seeing how Rudian's process completely forgets him, and everything he comes into contact with slowly. How God has taken all the blessings and abilities

man without being able to prevent it.

Finally Naya could only smile in response to Rudian's words. Or answer just that, when Rudian woke up, and Naya was taking care of him, then what he said was, "forgive me." Naya replies, "Yes, I forgive you." Then the man will close his eyes again.

Every time she heard such utterances from Rudian's mouth, she learned to purify, until she had not wept, when her husband had left, and her eyes were closed, never to open again.

After a long time finally came the person whom Sarita said was eager to meet Naya. He brought lots of stuff and food.

Yola saw Naya and immediately hugged and cried in her arms, continuously apologizing, even sitting at Naya's feet.

"Hey, why is it like this. Wake up. I'm not angry, so why apologize?" said Naya.

Yola now turned plump, there was a child following her behind. It is very similar to Rudian. That's son.

Yola tells how she gave birth and raised the little boy with full of struggle, full of twists and trials, she also got scorn from many people, he also got, at that time he felt that everything he experienced was a reward from God for himself, who had done wrong to others, namely Naya.

Some people who say rude to him, make him realize that, what he did to Naya is very outrageous.

"I'm sorry, Naya... Excuse me... When you left and I just gave birth, I didn't have time to tell you everything. Naya, don't take revenge on me, okay?"

"No, I'm not vengeful. Forget your guilt."

After Yola calms down, they sit together and exchange stories, and experiences from many events, until Yola hugs Naya again while congratulating her.

"Barokallah, Naya. But, where's your husband?"

"He's not coming, his son's sick."

"So you actually met again with the person, whom you helped at that time. And you married her?"

Yola directly remembers the events experienced by Naya and herself. That was a very embarrassing incident. How he so quickly accuses and considers others the same as himself. Naya apologized while crying.

'It feels like the world is so small, huh?'

"Nay ... This." Yola said as she gave Naya an envelope.

"Maybe it's your gift as your wedding present, Nay!"

"What's this?" Naya asked as she opened the envelope and she saw some money inside.

"This is your motor money. I'm already married. So all of Rurian's belongings I sold, and if the money from the sale of this bike, your rights. I've been wearing it long enough."

"Yola, it doesn't matter if you wear it. Oh, I don't need that. If you need to wear it."

"No, my husband won't see me wearing all Rudian's stuff. So I sold it."

"Oh, so. Who's your husband?" Naya curious.

"You must remember, he's my old husband."

"What's? So you remarried to her?" Naya was a little incredulous.

Naya recalls the quarrel between Rudian and Naya's ex-husband. And now they get married again.

"Yes. Hehe. He's changed and he's established now."

"Alhamdulillah. Then how's your sister?"

"Thank God, he's also working and married."

Everything becomes clear. Even Yola returned all of Naya's belongings, which she had left at home.

'Oh, Tupe*ware. But how much trouble I bring this much stuff home later. Brother Fanan, if you were here...'

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