The Fading Love

Om Zidan

"Zi, there's nothing you're hiding from me right" I really can't stand to keep it to myself, I've held it off for quite a while, but the longer I've been tormented, keep pretending nothing happened, pretending to be ordinary, but full of pressure.

Zidan's hand stopped typing, he was silent for a moment, after which his head was raised, he looked at me coldly, a look of dislike or a look that I did not understand.

"is there something you're hiding from me, Zi?" I repeated the question, trying as hard as I could to seem ordinary, but already so tormented by his increasingly outrageous, increasingly violent attitude change.

"what are you talking about?" Zidan said coldly looking so relaxed.

"i feel like there's something you're hiding, Zidan. There's something I don't know about you. You're not messing around behind me?" now that my hands were shaking, there was fear that started attacking, fear that Zidan was angry, Zidan's gaze did not change, it remained cold and sharp. Suddenly Zidan closed his laptop violently, Zidan seemed to dislike my question.

"Clean Aska's mouth, we go home" without answering first, Zidan stood up from his seat, I was out of stock patiently, I held his wrist, but managed to make Zidan more wrathful.

"get off motherfucker!" snapped Zidan with such harsh words, I smiled obliquely looking at him.

"it's true, there's something you're hiding from me, there's something I don't know about you" I said withholding, Zidan stared at me so cynically, he stepped closer, he stepped closer, I thought Zidan was going to slap again, but he didn't, he threw away the ice cream that was still in Aska's hand, and then he carried Aska. It was a little difficult, because in the same hand, Zidan was holding his laptop, while in the other hand, Zidan was using it to pull my wrist.

I didn't rebel, according to him, when Zidan forced me into the car.

"two weeks with no news at all, even though I told Aska in the hospital, there was no intention at all you contacted me to just ask Aska news. You know Zi, how scared I was back then, I have no one in this big city but you. All the messages I sent were none of you reply, even though the messages have been read. Who read the message I sent to you, Zi, who?" I turned my face to face, I glanced at the handrails on the steering wheel of the car that were getting hardened, the look in his eyes was so sharp.

"i told you that when I went to my hometown, I kept thinking about you at home, I decided to take a break at my parents' house. Just like the previous message, the message was read only, but why when I came home you could be that angry, you were angry because I left without asking permission first" I said again, I'm angry, Zidan still kept quiet, I turned around for a while to see Aska, my son is cool with his toys, he has not been aware of the cold quarrel of his parents.

"your rude attitude, your cold attitude, your speech, everything I don't know, the Zidan I met before never even had the heart to raise an octave of his tone in front of me"

"quiet Inayah" Zidan's voice coldly intimidated, I'm not daunted at all, already too, if Zidan wants to get angry, please, I won't force him to keep quiet.

"You can even hurt our son" I screeched as Zidan suddenly slammed the steering wheel into the side of the road.

"SILLY BASTARD!!" zidan's sigh was hunting, I returned the fierce gaze, Zidan gripped my face violently, Aska who was conscious was hysterical behind, Aska held Zidan's wrist.

"release mamah Aska, off, mamah in pain, off, off Aska mama, off, off om, off, sembang, kesian mamah Aska om Zidan "we simultaneously looked at Aska who was already red on his face, and then we looked at Aska, eyes dewdrop.

"don't hit Mamah Aska om, don't hit mama Aska, Aska promises the same om, Aska won't ask in the hold again, Aska won't be spoiled again the same Zidan, said Zidan, Aska will not call me papah again, Aska promise om" slowly clutching Zidan's hand began to soften, we continue to look at Aska. It hurts so much to hear my son calling his own papa with the call om, so foreign to my son with his own papa. Papah who now doubted the blood that flowed in Aska's body, I could not help but cry, I sat back down and looked outwards.

"sit Aska" Zidan's orders were firm, but Aska did not comply

Finally I said "sit son" Aska said and sat back down, I still heard her crying.

"heard Zi, your own child, your own flesh and blood, our son called you om, not papah, this is what you are, this is what you want, the division of our family, the statement read, scary trauma in the head of Aska"

"you always tell me that my son is not your flesh and blood" I smiled, my hands draped in front of my chest, my eyes directed out the window.

"om Zidan" I felt Zidan's hand trying to hold my hand, the man trying to melt my anger, my patience was on the threshold, I didn't really care if Zidan slapped me, but I really couldn't take it when my son got hurt too.

"honey" Zidan called out in a soft voice.

"sorry" Now that my hand is in his hand, I still refuse to look at him.

"sad"

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to your son. As for the fear of his own father, find a way for your son to call papah again" hopefully Zidan can understand the meaning of my anger. The car was silent again, no one wanted to break the silence until Zidan's car was in front of the house, I immediately went down and also lowered Aska.

"Dad" I ignored his call, Zidan's voice began to rise.

"sad"

"Dad" I could still hear Zidan's moans even though I was already at the doorstep. Who is not upset try, my son to blue his body because of him. If I'm honest, I suspect Zidan, I suspect Zidan lit a fire in our household. My door was shut, I peered at the window, Zidan looked down, probably feeling guilty. I waited until Zidan left, but instead of going, Zidan went down and opened the fence, I rushed up to the second floor, it seemed like Zidan was not going to the office, he said, he put the car into the yard.

"mah, o'm evil Zidan"

"father, son" Aska shook her head.

"it's om, not papah!" snapped Aska angry.