The End of the Waiting

Drafts

Akram asks the Judge to send two cars and his belongings to the new house. While himself will be heading to his in-laws' house.

Driving his own car, it was not until thirty minutes that they arrived at a towering fence.

Amara opened her car window to show her face to the security guard to open the fence. The three-story luxury building welcomes with rows of luxury cars parked in the courtyard.

“Turn the car to the front, Mas. I'm lazy way,” said Amara pointing right in front of the terrace.

The two got out of the car and were greeted by a welcoming maid and congratulated them on their marriage.

“Same mother where, Mak?” ask Amara to Sumiyati.

“Bapak equals mom still out for a while. Ma'am Mara Sama Mas Akram want lunch first?”

Akram. “No, Mom. Thank ye. We've eaten.”

“Call mom only, Mas. He's the one who's been taking care of me since I was a kid.” Amara showed how much she meant to her husband.

“Where are they going?” ask Amara wonder. He had already sent a message to his parents that he would return home this afternoon, but indeed they did not answer him.

The middle-aged woman simply lowered her head without answering Amara's question.

“Mas want to go around the house? Perhaps you want to look around,” bargain Amara to her husband.

“Bby, but accompanied by you, yes.” I smiled sweetly.

Amara nodded, then asked Sumiyati and some servants to help her pack the items in the room. Not all because he will only carry important items. The rest they will buy and fill the new house as desired.

The two surrounded the house while chatting casually. Every now and then they tease each other and seduce, then blush in shame.

So sweet.

After getting tired of walking around Amara took her husband to the room to rest while waiting for her parents who will be home soon.

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The sound of repeated knocking of the door made Akram wake up from his sleep. He looked at the still-well wife while hugging her body. He slowly moved his wife's hand and went down from the bed to the door.

“Sorry mother interfered,” Raisa said as her daughter-in-law opened the door. The middle-aged woman observed her daughter-in-law's face that looked tangled and like she had just woken up.

“Nothing, Mom. Mara is still sleeping.”

Raisa nodded. “It's late afternoon, not good sleep ahead of magrib.”

Akram nodded in understanding. She closed the door again as her in-laws left. He chose to clean himself first, when he came out he had seen his wife leaning on the edge of the bed with a tired face.

“Mandi, want me to prepare warm water not to soak?” tanya Akram approached his wife, giving a kiss on the woman's forehead.

“Kan here do not bring a change of clothes.” Akram seems to want to wear his old clothes, but Amara forbids him and asks him to wait for a while while he exits the room.

Before long Amara returned to the room with a few change of clothes. “It belongs to dad, still new. I could wear that first, right?”

“But not good with dad.” Smiled with a smile.

“You stay overnight or go straight home, Mas?”

“As of you only.”

“Better we just go home. Not good was offered to nginap same mom did not want to even stay here. Let's be fair.”

Akram just nodded after whatever his wife wanted.

After dinner the two said goodbye to return to their new home. Amara hugged her parents with a slow sobbing. While Raisa seems heavy to have to part with her son.

“Dad and mom can visit our house if miss Mara. Our house door will always be open,” Akram said with a smile.

Adnan patted his daughter-in-law's shoulder slowly, but firmly. “The day when you say ijab to my beloved daughter, then move all our responsibilities as parents.” It seemed that the middle-aged man heaved a heavy sigh. “Although she has been your wife, she will forever remain my daughter. Me and his mother will always love and love him our whole life.”

Akram nodded with teary eyes. She understood her in-laws' feelings and ultimately had to give in when her daughter got married and followed her husband.

“Dad,” says Amara hugs the superhero in her life. He sobbed softly as he said the word ‘maaf’ to make up for all his faults that once hurt their hearts. Whether intentional or unintentional.

“For as long as Mara lives with us, even since she is still in the womb, we have loved her, cared for her, and protected her. After he was born into adulthood, we always accompany, educate and take care of him even though he failed, we always love him with all our souls. For the rest of our lives, we will never hurt, hurt, trouble and abandon them. We nurture him with all our bodies, care for him with responsibility and prayer, care for him with love. We don't care if he gets hurt or hurt. We don't want anyone to make him miserable, including you ... Her husband,” said Adnan firmly, tightening his embrace on the beloved princess, kissing the top of her head with red eyes holding back tears that wanted to spill.

“Never be harsh and rude, because we never do. Never yell and act cruelly, for we never exemplify it. Never act unjustly, for we have never wronged him. As parents we understand our daughter has shortcomings and weaknesses, like you who also definitely have shortcomings and weaknesses. Cover up his shortcomings and weaknesses and guard his disgrace as you guard your disgrace. Educate and counsel with gentleness, invite him to reach the pleasure of Allah, guiding his hands to reach heaven together. Decorate your life with taqwa and achieve blessings, not grandeur and luxury.”

Now it is not only Amara who cries, Raisa's body even shakes violently hearing the words of the man who has accompanied her for decades.

“If one day you no longer love her, don't tell her. It would hurt and hurt him. Just tell us his parents, and we'll come get him. As today we release her to live with you, so if someday you can no longer care for and appreciate her, we will take her back from you.”

“Hopefully I can keep the trust that father and mother have given.” Akram nodded, wiping the wet corners of his eyes.

Dad was the daughter's first love and now he can see firsthand that it is true.

Amara cried, hugged her father tightly and hid her face in the firm chest of the man who had become her role model.

Adnan who tried to hold back his tears was no longer able to hold back. She was crying, but on her lips there was a smile full of love. “Dad will always love you, Son.”

“Dad,” the stuffing is getting louder.

To Be Continue ....

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...I'm the one who usually doesn't baper, this part so cry. Ah .. so the keinget of the late father who for the sake of Allah love is so great as I am the only daughter....

...Al-Fatihah for my father. Good luck there, Mr. 🤲...