The Eternal De Amor

Chapter 50's

“Sorry Pak”

Plok plok plok!

“Really Rud, I never expected this from you” Adnan said casually, but not for Rudi, it felt like stabbing him slowly without even touching, as strong as the charisma of his boss.

“And, as for my dear Uncle, you want to take this company, right? Please take!” now Seno was made speechless too, although this was what he wanted, but Adnan's resigned response and as if not tormented disappointed him a little.

Adnan walked up to his desk, no, his former desk, his hand reaching for pigoras containing portraits of Anum, as well as the ultrasound results of his babies.

After that he walked out, leaving two people who were still confused by what happened, should Adnan angry, from the existing track record Adnan should run amok, destroy everything, destroy everything, or at least hit one of the two traitors.

But it didn't happen.

Adnan gripped the frame very fast, the red circle slowly fell, as powerful as Adnan mastered his emotions, he no longer wanted to explode as usual, Adnan did not want it.

Brak!!

Adnan's car sped up, his hands clutching the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white and mixed with blood from the wound.

Not his destination, Adnan does not want his anger to explode at home, until now Adnan most anti-harm Anum, had enough of his past actions, although Anum never had a problem.

Adnan still felt responsible for the injuries he had inflicted on Anum.

The cemetery complex was quiet, obviously, no one wanted to visit when the sun was showing its full rays.

With a bit of a limp Adnan walked, even if Adnan closed his eyes he could still get to his destination.

Raihan Al-Fatih's.

“Papa” Adnan sat down, his body shook, after the body tried to stand upright, his hands were busy hitting the chest that felt tight.

“Adnan already wants to kill him, Adnan already wants to avenge the death of Mama and Papa” he sobbed.

“But Papa forbids it, even at the last moment that's all Papa wants from Adnan, why Pa?” violently Adnan rubbed the tears violently, making his gaze could clearly look at the two headstones.

For a moment Adnan laughed “Adnan knows, just because he's Papa's beloved sister?” adnan's head twisted the memory piece.

Where everything is still fine.

Adnan, the first grandchild to receive abundant affection from his parents, grandparents, and two uncles.

“Papa's favorite sister is back to act, must Adnan again succumb to Pa?” ask the laden Adnan will be disappointed.

“What should Adnan tell Papa's son-in-law, Adnan already has nothing now, will he survive Pa? Or also leave Adnan like Mama and Papa?”

Adnan's mind is really fucked up right now.

***

Anum walked anxiously waiting for her husband's arrival, it's nine o'clock and her beloved husband has not yet returned.

The smile rises when the sound of Adnan's car is caught.

With a quick little step the pregnant woman walked out, that tight hug she received as soon as her body collided with the property of the husband.

Anum rubbed Adnan's back regularly.

“Mas no longer have any Num” Anum eyeballed instantly, now he just realized that something big is happening.

Adnan stretched his arms when he could not find the wife's response.

“You hear? Mas already had nothing” next Adnan was made astonished when Anum even rubbed his forehead gently.

“No, everything has been taken by my Uncle, you must know who I mean” there is a speck of surprise in Anum's mind, but he was ordinary, did not want Adnan will be more afraid to see his response.

“Then?”

“Actually what do you mean Num?” annoyed Adnan while Anum laughed at her husband's desperate tone.

Anum anxiously framed that handsome face, “Lantas, Mas felt like he had nothing left because of it?” it was like Adnan's hypnotism was nodding.

Anum's smile grew even more revealing, which looked a stark contrast to the man's flat face.

“Mas has Anum, there are our children, Mas is healthy, Anum is healthy, we are all healthy, we are all healthy, it was nothing that Mas” did not consider a sense of warmth spread in Adnan's heart as the soft voice blurted out a meaningful sentence in it.

“After this we won't be able to like before Num, I don't even have the money to just pay the household assistant”

“Then why Mas? You think I can't do housework?” Adnan scooped his face in frustration while the woman before him was already in war mode.

“You know very well that's not what Mas” means

Aware of her husband's condition that is not good, Anum suppresses her angry hormones.

“Listen to this is Her husband Anum, I come from an orphanage that is all limited mas, you take life under the bridge both I do not problem, I do not care, origin with you” obviously Anum ended blink of an eye intending to tease Adnan.

The smile rose on Adnan's tangled face, the weight that was squeezing his chest slowly lifted.

“I'm used to it” said Anum slowly, but still able to be heard by Adnan's ear.

“Harta is not everything Mas” Adnan nodded in agreement, some time ago he was too world to think everything would end when everything he had was taken for granted.

“You will not leave this bankrupt Mas?” firmly Anum shook his head.

Too moved Adnan to take care of Anum's hand, in the kiss of the hand was long, Anum's body scent can always calm him.

“Thanks” said Adnan parau, his net looked at Anum who was still smiling, it made him re-glazed.

As the tears fell, Anum's soft fingers swiftly wiped away the tears.

“Everything will be fine Mas, believe me” between wanting to believe it or not, Adnan embraces Anum's body, closes his eyes tightly, his sense of smell greedily scoops up the body aroma of Anum like morphine for him.

Only that simple sentence was spoken, but Adnan's world was fine after a rainstorm of emotional turmoil some time ago.

“You pray together?” adnan's eyes suddenly opened.

It has not been counted how many times Adnan missed it, his duty to the power.

“Mas, want to not?” Adnan was still silent, but he looked at Anum who was expecting himself to follow the invitation.

“Mas definitely has not prayed isya’ right?” still in the same spirit Anum tried to provoke her husband.

Slowly Adnan shook his head, Anum took her husband's hand to the small musholla in the house, where Anum spent a third of the night alone.

When his second leg reached the front of the musholla, Adnan stopped his steps.

“Why Mas?” Adnan just looked at his wife.

“Mas not sure God will forgive Mas” Anum's mistake again smiled, in the embrace of the big arm, Anum's head coolly leaned there, now they looked at the small room together.

“Allah is most forgiving Mas” Adnan is still silent. He knew about it, but somehow his heart was still heavy to step there.

“I can't Num” said Adnan while releasing his wife's entanglement.

TB