The End of the Waiting
Pregnant
“Don't let me be like gini, Mara!” said Akram holding his wife's hand.
“What the hell, Mas?!” reply Amara took off her husband's hand slowly.
Both of them chose silence when the footsteps had already swung towards the dining table. He did not want the fight to be heard by his parents. Since two days ago Amara is still reluctant to return to her husband's house.
“Where to, Bu?” amara asked when she saw the father's seat looked empty.
“Dad should go to Semarang. There's some sudden business. It was dawn leaving,” explained Raisa.
“Job order?”
“Maybe. I didn't have time to ask because your father seemed to be in a hurry.”
Amara nodded in understanding. She served her husband like nothing had ever happened between them.
“You're staying again?” asked Raisa looking at the child and her daughter-in-law.
“Neg, Mom. Later in the afternoon I picked Mara up and went home from work,” said Akram, before Amara replied.
“Mother there will be a show with friends. It's a little late. If you want to pick up Mara do not have to wait for mother to come home .. so do not stay overnight.”
“Iya, Ma'am,” says Akram with a charming smile as usual.
When Raisa doesn't notice. Amara silently glanced sharply at Akram.
“You have promised me only two days,” whispered Akram softly.
After breakfast, Raisa leaves. He has a joint appointment with the person who will make his restaurant a daily catering subscription, for one of the companies that has recently been on the rise.
“I still want to be here. If you want to go home first, I can go back by myself later, Mas,” said Amara who was still cold.
“Mara .. please stop your anger. We can talk this over nicely with a cool head.”
“You can't explain anything, Mom. Your story can't prove anything. You should have found out. If you need to do a DNA test!”
“I've done it years ago.”
“Lalu ... result?” amara asked with a probing look.
Just always.
When Akram can't explain anything, he always chooses silence.
“Mas!”
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I grabbed her hair in frustration. He doesn't know how else to convince Amara.
To be honest, Akram believes that nothing happened in the past with Zivanna. However, belief without proof is futile. Even the tests that were done showed their DNA match.
“What's up, Sir?”
Akram was surprised not to play when he heard another voice in his office. He turned his head and found the assistant sitting on the sofa leisurely.
“Since when were you there? Why don't you knock on the door before you enter!” nagelnya.
“I've knocked on the door a few times but you're daydreaming. Soon there will be a meeting with Mr. Gunawan, I need to prepare the files so I am forced to enter. Sorry for my sassness, Mr.” The man with the glasses who framed the face looked regretful.
Akram took a deep breath and massaged his temple slowly. Since her relationship with Amara deteriorated, all her focus has been split.
“Ya. Its alright. Can you replace seeing Mr Gunawan alone? My head is a little dizzy.”
“But Pak—”
“Good, Sir.”
As a subordinate, inevitably the Judge can only resign to the decision of the boss. After clearing the necessary files the Judge immediately left.
The room was quiet again after the door closed. Akram rested his body again with his eyes closed and memories thrown away at events in the past.
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Amara's anger and cold demeanor really lasted a long time. Although in front of people the attitude of both is ordinary, just so as not to invite various questions, also do not want to expose the problems that are being faced.
The car drove to defend the afternoon streets that were always crowded by road users. Akram who was behind the wheel occasionally turned towards Amara who was silent by throwing a glance out.
“You eat out gak?” tanya Akram melted the torturous silence.
“No, Mas,” replied Amara without turning his head.
“You stopped by to buy something? Is there still pregnant milk? Or you do not want what it is so let your husband be a little useful,” said Akram still trying to persuade.
“No, Mas. Milk and vitamin stocks are still there,” replied Amara refused.
The grip on the steering wheel is getting tight. Akram no longer knew what to persuade Amara.
The road ahead looked solid, even the car Akram was driving was just creeping. There was no more chatter after Amara always refused anything offered.
About an hour's drive, they've arrived. Amara immediately went down and entered the house that looked lonely. Do not want to take a headache his legs swing towards the room and choose to lay his body.
When the door opened, Amara closed her eyes.
Though conscious Amara was just pretending. Akram chose not to reprimand and immediately cleaned himself.
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The sound of azan reverberating made Akram wake Amara who eventually fell asleep.
Akram asked Amara to clean up and pray.
“Yes Allah ... You are the one who knows everything that has happened. Please give me a clue to the problem I'm dealing with. Even if it is a truth, please expand my heart to accept whatever destiny line you give. If everything that happened is not true, please give your best clue.”
“Aamiin.”
Behind Akram's body, Amara shed tears and rubbed him slowly. She didn't want her husband to see if he was weak.
“Mara,” said Akram turned her body and looked at Amara gently. When their eyes met there was a warm feeling that invaded the chest. Slowly Akram's hand was raised and rubbed his wife's cheek. Still visible traces of tears that wet the woman's lashes. “Do not cry.”
“Nggak.” Amara hid her face.
“For whatever happens. Please keep believing in me, just like you said. That in marriage it takes trust in each other.”
“Au—”
“If there is a problem, let's solve it with a cool head. The problem was faced, not avoided.”
“I can't, Mas. If reality does not match my wishes.” Amara covered her face with both hands.
“Married it's not just about happiness, Mara. There is a problem that goes with it. Maybe this is our test .. hopefully we can pass it.” Akram pulls Amara into a hug. Burning a kiss on the top of his wife's head repeatedly.
“I will prove that Ibra is not my son and nothing has ever happened between me and Ziva.”
To Be Continue ....
