The End of the Waiting

As a result of Yesterday

“Amara!”

The call from behind made Amara look over. He saw the figure of his former fiancee along with a middle-aged woman sitting in a wheelchair approaching towards him.

“What are you doing here, Mara?”

Amara did not answer, she just looked at the two people with a look that was not as friendly as before. However, for the sake of respect that remained deeply rooted within him, he lowered his head to greet Dahlia—ibunda Haris.

“I'm sorry mom,” whispered the middle-aged woman with teary eyes.

“You don't need to apologize, Mom. There is nothing wrong between us, everything is destiny and I have no regrets, ” Amara replied with a very formal call like with a stranger.

“And mom don't urge—”

Amara shook her head. He didn't want to talk about anything that had happened. For him it is only the past and cannot be changed. After all, Amara does not regret, because with that he can meet with Akram, the man who is now his life friend.

“All that has happened let it be the past. Me or Mas Haris already have a family, it feels inappropriate if you still bring it up.”

Dahlia nodded with wet eyes. He looked up to look into his son's eyes, still seeing that there was love there. Truly, he felt sinful for having separated two sons of man who loved each other out of selfishness.

“What are you doing here?” ask Amara. He was somewhat surprised to see Dahlia sitting in a wheelchair with my eyes as if she was losing her spirit.

“Mother fell in the bathroom and had a mild stroke. His feet cannot be moved. Now undergoing therapy,” replied Haris explaining.

“May soon be given a cure and removed all his diseases,” Amara said sincerely.

Because he did not want to linger there, Amara immediately left because she was worried that her mother-in-law waited a long time.

Arriving in front of Azizah's room, he was asked to wait because there was still one patient in the room.

Almost ten minutes waiting, the patient who was there did not go out, Amara decided to visit Fatimah.

Arriving in front of the nursery, Amara stared intently because it was quite crowded with the presence of the Fatimah family who came from Kediri.

“Mara, just log in. This is my family,” said Fatimah approaching him who was still glued to the door goal.

“Ah, no Mbak. I just wanted to stop by,” said Amara with a thin smile.

“Please enter, Son. Nothing, we did not bite, ” said the middle-aged woman who smiled shadyly towards him.

Amara entered and greeted two middle-aged women who turned out to be Fatimah's mother.

“I am a student of Ning Fatimah at Ustadz Yusuf's cottage. My name is Amara,” said Amara introduced herself.

“Fatimah often tells about Mara. You are so beautiful, son,” praise Winata—ibunda Fatimah.

“Mom could have. Ning Fatimah was much prettier, not just her face, but her heart. I am very happy to know and be his friend,” reply Amara earnestly, make a little heart of Fatimah pinch.

“The situation has improved, tomorrow we will go home to Kediri while waiting for the operation to be done. Thank God I have found a suitable donor heart. This is all thanks to Bu Azizah,” said Fatimah.

“Alhamdulillah, very happy to hear that, Ma'am. May everything be done. Tomorrow before you come back to my house,” said Amara.

“I don't promise, Mara. Tomorrow I give you news if I can,” Fatimah replied.

“Nothing, tomorrow we stop by Nak Mara's house first. All of you want to thank Bu Azizah who helped find a heart donor,” said Zainudin—ayah Fatimah, owner of boarding school in Kediri City.

“True says abahmu, Fatimah. Tomorrow we can visit for a while before returning home,” timpal Winata who finally answered a nod of resignation by his daughter.

Amara nodded and said goodbye to all of them as her phone had already rang several times displaying her in-laws name.

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Akram who just happened to come out of the room frowned in wonder. Who is the guest who comes in the morning, is it possible in-laws? Thought guessing.

“Bu Fatimah and family. Want to meet Bu Mara and Bu Azizah.”

“You them well. I'll wake my wife first. Do not forget to call mama first in the room,” said Akram, returning to his room and waking up the wife who was still wrapped in a blanket.

Coincidentally this is a holiday, Akram is not going to the office. That is why at seven o'clock everyone is still in the room enjoying the softness of the bed and the warmth of the blanket.

Slowly Akram touched the wife's shoulder, gave a lot of kisses on her face while whispering, “Yang, get up. There's a guest.”

“Who?” amara muttered with a hoarse voice, her eyes still tightly closed.

“Ning Fatimah equals family. Nyari you same mama.”

At once, Amara opened her eyes and woke up. “What time is it now?” He remembered that he himself had invited them to come visit.

“Jam seven.”

“Mama already know yet?”

“Mama is also still in the room, already told the same Ma'am Tiara like. No need to take a shower, pity the guests wait a long time.”

Amara nodded. “Mas meet them first. I'll be ready for a minute.”

Akram nodded and immediately headed to the living room while saying his regards. He smiled and nodded politely, telling her that his wife and mother were still preparing.

“I'm sorry we came so early, Mas Akram. We only intend to stop by because we will return to Kediri.” Fatimah lowered her head with a heart that was pounding. His hands were clinging to each other in cold sweat.

“Nothing, Ning. Don't hesitate. Please drink and enjoy first.”

“Sorry if our arrival is troublesome,” said Winata with disdain.

“Not troublesome at all, Umi. Abah how he is, who is healthier like him. Alhamdulillah,” said Akram with a very friendly and fast mingling, even though they only met once.

“Alhamdulillah Allah still loves long life. Hopefully given health because you want to see Fatimah get married.”

“Change,” muttered Fatimah with her head down deeper.

Their conversation stopped when Amara and her parents came to say hello.

For a moment, Ahmad Arsalan and Zainudin seemed glued to each other. There was a shock clearly drawn from the look in the eyes of the two.

Ahmad Arsalan soon gained control and smiled kindly at his guests. However, when his gaze collided with Zainudin, there was a hint of tension drawn there.

When Amara wanted to introduce her in-laws, Zainudin immediately interrupted, “We already know each other. Isn't that so Mr Arsalan?”

Ahmad Arsalan just nodded and replied coldly, “Ya, old friend.”

Zainudin immediately conveyed the intention and intent of their arrival. Want to thank Azizah who helped find a heart donor. If you wait, it might take a while longer.

After making his point, Zainudin immediately wanted to leave, but Azizah kept him for breakfast together. There was no way he would let his guests who would travel far away on an empty stomach.

At first both Winata and Zainudin refused out of reluctance, but eventually relented when the homeowner had already bothered to prepare everything.

Meanwhile, Fatimah only observed how happy Amara was. Have a loving husband and kind-hearted in-laws. It is the dream of all women.

There was a hint of pain that still gnawed at his heart. Why is he still jealous of what Amara got?

Why should Amara?

Why not himself?

To Be Continue ....