The Heart You Sick

Want to Set Hearts

This afternoon Fatimah looks cool daydreaming, in her hand there is a brush tucked in her fingers. In front of his eyes was already a white paper but it still looked empty.

There was not a single scribble there, even though his intention was to comfort himself who was sad.

But in fact, the sadness even more come whack. Still ringing in his ears when Rudi dropped his talc.

Fatimah had thought, if Rudi would apologize and improve his attitude. Because Fatimah was very aware that Rudi was coercing her for a reason.

Unfortunately Fatimah's estimate was wrong, he was even talak by Rudi.

Single-minded?

Of course it seems so difficult to say sincerely, because if Fatimah can be honest. Fatimah had started to love the man who had now legitimately dropped his talaq on her.

She had gotten used to her husband's warm embrace, she had already started to get comfortable while chatting with him.

Let us say Fatimah was a foolish woman who wanted to be hurt by her husband who was openly in contact with another woman.

However, does not love need no reason and why we must survive?

Out there are many women who survive with their stupidity, many women survive with their ego.

Even out there are many women who survive just out of pity, without love at all.

Not infrequently there are also married because of property, money flows household was peaceful and sentosa.

However, they can still live well in the household. Because they can respect each other, respect each other and complement each other's shortcomings.

"Ma." Najma is seen gently stroking the top of Fatimah's head.

Fatimah smiled and asked Najma.

"What's up, Bun?" ask Fatimah.

"It's late in the afternoon, soon Maghrib will arrive. You better come in" said Najma.

"Yes, Mother." Fatimah then tidied up her painting tools.

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Evening was approaching, Fatimah was seen sitting on the balcony of the room. He was wanting to enjoy his solitude, accompanied by a gust of wind caressing the rough face of Fatimah.

It's chilly?

Of course, even as if it was cold to the bottom of his heart, as if there was no longer a feeling that warmed his heart niche.

Aksa, who was worried about her daughter's situation, came straight to her. He brought a blanket, so Fatimah would not feel cold.

"Dear." Aksa was seen sitting right next to Fatimah, then she covered her daughter.

Fatimah seemed to be attracted from the world of her daydream, she immediately smiled when she saw Aksa who had sat while enveloping her body.

"What, Dad?" ask Fatimah.

Aksa immediately clasped Fatimah's hand tightly, then he stared fixedly at his two eyeballs.

"I'm sorry if Dad interfered too much, is it true that Rudi has been mentally challenged, dear?" ask Aksa.

Fatimah was seen nodding her head, a bitter smile plastered on her tiny lips.

"Yes, Mas Rudi dropped his talc last afternoon." Fatimah hugged Aksa and rested her head on her father's shoulder.

Aksa looked very surprised, when he heard the words from Fatimah's mouth directly. Though he had thought if Rudi would maintain his household along with his daughter.

Because he could see so much love for his daughter in Rudi's eyes, but it turned out that everything could not be predicted just like that.

"So?" ask Aksa.

"According to religion I'm not Mas Rudi's wife anymore, Dad. Mas Rudi has advised if later he will take care of our divorce process," said Fatimah.

"He said that?" ask Aksa.

"Yes, he said Ronald will take care of everything." Again Fatimah rested her head on the Father's shoulder.

Aksa immediately stroked Fatimah's arm gently, trying to give strength through touch.

"Aren't you sad?" asked Aksa who saw Fatimah's face looks ordinary.

Fatimah does not express her sadness at this time, but that does not mean she is not sad and hurt.

Instead he did the activity of painting because he wanted to forget Rudi, but it turns out he could not or rather may not be able to.

"Sad, Dad. Very sad, because when I started to open my heart to Mas Rudi, it turns out he made a very fatal mistake, even with the ease of giving up and dropping talaq," explained Fatimah.

Aksa immediately pulled Fatimah's body into his arms, then he gently stroked the back of his second daughter.

He was trying to calm Fatimah from all the turmoil that surrounded her heart space.

"Don't put it on your own, honey. If you want to shed your sadness, cry!"

Aksa continued to try to calm Fatimah, but unfortunately, the tears seemed dry.

His mind was tormented, his soul roared in pain. His body felt very tired and tired. But unfortunately, the overflow of emotions did not seem to come out.

"Well, can Arra ask you something?" ask Fatimah.

Aksa immediately broke his embrace, he looked at Fatimah's face which looked very firm according to him.

" What is Arra, honey? Say it!" aksa.

"May Arra take a year off from work?" ask Fatimah.

Aksa looks surprised to hear his daughter's request, if Fatimah is off it will not make him more saturated, he thought.

"Why should you take a day off, honey?" ask Aksa.

"Arra wants to calm down, Arra does not want to be preoccupied with work. Arra wants to be free to go wherever Arra wants" replied Fatimah.

In reality, it was not without reason that Fatimah wanted it. He asked his father for a holiday, because he was afraid that later she would become pregnant because of Rudi's actions.

According to him, she will be calmer to face her pregnancy by staying where she likes.

Nothing would disturb his heart and mind, no one would dare to gossip.

Because he had already intended to go far, for a while. He wanted to improve himself, he wanted to reorganize his heart.

If he goes to work, he is afraid that his heart will not be strong and his mind will not be able to hear and see anyone who will say anything to him.

"Do whatever you want to do, baby. As long as it's true, let me take care of your company." Aksa displayed her sweetest smile, to strengthen her daughter.

"Thank you, Dad. Sorry is as old as this is still troublesome," said Fatimah.

Aksa immediately chuckled at the words of his daughter, there is no old word for a child. They are still small children that parents think should be loved.

"You're not a hassle, honey. Oiya, Audy and her friend have been arrested by the police. Because they have both been proven to edit and disseminate nineteen-second videos," said Aksa.

"really?" ask Fatimah.

"Yes, Arra, honey. They have dared to play with fire, just waiting for a reply that is worth living for them," replied Aksa.

"Hem" only that word came out of Fatimah's lips.

"Now go to the room and sleep, it's night." Aksa kissed Fatimah's forehead, then led her into the room to rest immediately.