THE LOVE OF QONITA

Chapter 73 The Best For All

Medan, North Sumatra

"Mother, old kog is coming home?" ichy asked Qonita, after Qonita arrived home 5 minutes before the magrib's adhan.

Qonita was still grateful she could fulfill her husband's request to return home before the magrib. His three children surrounded him.

"It's not good there's no Mommy and Papi. So quiet," complained Fuad with a sullen face. "When's Papi coming home, Bun?"

"Maybe tomorrow, dear. Fuad misses papi?" ask Qonita.

"Yes, Bun. Want to play ama papi," said Fuad.

"Grandfather too, miss papi." Nabil did not want to lose, also said the same as his brother.

"Prophey, honey. God willing, papi will be home tomorrow." Qonita was speechless with a flat face.

After marrying Iman, his two sons were indeed very close to Iman. Even with opa Pras. Opa Pras loved taking them for a walk.

And what Qonita thought the most was how her son might ask his papi and say miss. Because before his son never questioned their real father if his father did not come home, first. "Is it because they were little?" Inner Qonita.

"When Papi gets out of town again, you can come along, Bun?" ask Fuad.

"Huh? I want to work, darling. Not a walk."

"Oh my God, what if something happens to my marriage. What about the kids. Can they accept? They're very close to you." Qonita's eyes were watering again. But he must be strong. Do not let children and others see her cry.

"Mother take a shower, baby." Qonita said goodbye to her children and asked Vivi to invite the children to pray magrib together.

Although Fuad and Nabil did not pray perfectly, they were still taught to pray. In order to get used to performing the five prayers.

Qonita performed the Magrib Prayer in her room. On top of that prayer, he spilled his sorrow.

"O Allah, help us and do not allow us, win us and do not waste us, show us and make it easy for us to accept Your guidance. O Allah guide our hearts, magnify and correct our words, establish our stand, and take away the malice that is in our hearts."

"O Allah, You know what is best for your servants and children, follow your servant in the straight path. The best path I have to choose."

“Yes Allah, there is no ease except what You make easy. And when You will, You will make trouble a comfort."

Qonita asked her to go home with her three friends. He does not want to make decisions when the heart is angry and disappointed. He should be able to solve the problem with a cold head. Because when the heart is overpowered by anger, then bad things may happen.

Qonita tried to remember the beginning of his introduction to Faith. Until he finally remembered sentence after sentence the real Faith had described the actual situation but he did not realize it.

"After you, there won't be another woman, dear. You are the last. You can hold my words. I promise."

The words of her husband were ringing in Qonita's mind. Only now was Qonita aware of the sentence that her husband was saying. 'You are the last', it may be true that Qonita is the last, but not only is she the only one, there are still other women.

The thought of her husband's words added to the wound in Qonita's heart. Why does he know everything now.

"How many girls?"

"Just one, honey. My girlfriend, first."

"Darling?"

That was their conversation after returning home from Zardi's home. Qonita asked anyone Iman ever bers!umans.

Qonita also asked if her husband had sex during her graduation.

"Never, darling. Besides my wife, I've never done it to another woman." Faith answered by looking fixedly into Qonita's eyes, showing his sincerity.

Her husband may not be lying. It's just, of course, he had a husband and wife relationship after Jihan died, drngan Mayang. Mayang is his wife. It is true that her husband did not lie, other than being with his wife, Iman never did it to other women.

Qonita breathed a heavy sigh. He failed to defend his home. He had been married for eight months, and now he had a painful reality.

Her husband had a wife besides her. Even her husband had children besides Ichy. Can he love that kid the way he loves Ichy?

Qonita. "Why, why should I be a servant, O Allah." Qonita was crying again.

"Mother. Kog hasn't come out yet?"

"Mother. Kog didn't eat?"

"Mother, Mother."

There was the cry of her three children at the door of her room.