The Love of ROBBKU

Initiating culling action.

The morning dawned on all the clouds, today is an occasion for the problems faced by Robb's family of love pursuers. The morning that started with basmallah, after breakfast at the Azzahra house the four of them said goodbye to go home. 

"Be careful on the road" Azzahra's message to his family members. 

The four-wheeled vehicle driven by Ikbal drove across the crowded highway, several times the man took a deep breath, when he saw another vehicle. Mala and Satria just kept quiet with their own thoughts, no matter what was in the couple's mind. As for Marissa, the woman was always clucking annoyed at the sight of her phone, no matter what the woman saw. However, a hint of disappointment was on his face. Time passed more slowly than usual, so they arrived at the courtyard of the house with an erratic feeling. 

"Assalamualaik."

Holy Greetings were like the wind and then to the family, they simply left the poor girl with a million questions in her mind. The four of them compactly ignored the lamb-covered girl. 

"What's going on?" inner Sacred.

Somehow the story, but certainly they start the action of another than the other. From coming to evening though, the family did not care about Saints. This was one of their annihilation techniques, leaving the girl alienated and enraged. When the girl is overwhelmed by heightened feelings of emotion, then that is where they can look for the causes of problems related to the girl. 

Even at night they still silenced the girl, the worse they did not want to look at Holy face. Cruel! It is cruel what they do, but behind it all there are things that do make them have to do it.

After dinner together, they went into their respective rooms, leaving the Saints who had to fight with dirty dishes. 

"What's my fault?" inner Sacred. The girl cried while washing dishes, she was never treated like this. Until finally the presumption haunts him. 

In Mala and Satria's room.

The two couples were lying down while hugging, Mala made her husband's arm as a head support pillow. A comfortable feeling arises when he looks at the face of the husband who is getting more handsome and charismatic. 

"Sister, what are we doing this isn't overkill?"

Satria looked at his wife's face, knowing that the woman lying next to him was feeling bad, "well, Nur! We're following this game."

Only those words were able to be spoken as a tranquilizer to his wife, they had already made a plan and hoped that the plan would work. Revealing something that is express is difficult, but by making that explicit. However, if the implied was lifted to the surface, perhaps they could see clearly, what was inside.

"Tomorrow you come to the office, yes" Satria asked. He wanted his wife to not think too much about this matter. The pregnant woman just nodded slowly in her husband's arms, until not how long she slept.

Satria stroked the top of his wife's head, the girl he had longed for

 Now she has become an amazing woman. Women who can accompany him, in times of difficulty and pleasure. Women who have no blood relation to him, but are willing to accompany in his joys and sorrows. 

"Nur, if God allows it. I would love to live with you even longer. Honestly I'm afraid, you're leaving! In your womb there's a tumor, I'm afraid it's gonna make us part. If, God allows it! Then I will gladly take your place. I love you because of God, and I will be separated from you because of God. I'm not Ridho, if we're separated by a creature."

The words of hope spoken by Satria were sincere from the heart, as a husband he felt burdened by the illness suffered by his wife. But what is power? He is only an ordinary Man, who can only pray and hope for mercy from the Creator.

"Holy! You have to take responsibility, "inner Mala. Actually she did not really sleep, and she heard clearly all the grunts of her husband. That made him even stronger to dismantle the wolf in sheep's clothing that they had been keeping all this time. Regret can not be eliminated from him because he has accepted the girl, akin but as long as there is still time!? Everything can be fixed. 

...***...

As Satria had told his wife last night, if he would take the pregnant woman to go to the office with him to work. 

Satria's orders to his wife who is still wearing clothes, because they just finished bathing. He does not want to be late to the office, because there will be meetings with company officials. All are lawfully his, therefore there will be a meeting as a classification of positions. 

At the dining table there are already Ikbal and Marissa who eat in silence, Suci just as a display there. Satria immediately pulled out a chair and sat facing her parents. 

"Where's Mala?" 

Satria stared at her papi for a while and then set her eyes on the room, as if understanding Ikbal nodded slowly and not how long Mala appeared in shar'i clothes. The hijab is long and loose-fitting with a bright color. The saint who saw the look of Mala could not help but ask. 

"Sir, where are you going?"

All eyes were fixed on the girl, making the Saints look down in fear. He understood that his words were wrong. 

"Ci, where's the minimarket key?"

Mala's question really broke the girl's heart, with a trembling hand she handed him something that had been in her grasp. Even if he knows it's not his.

"Let it on the table!" mala's loud snapping made everyone jump in shock. However, seconds later they re-regulated the feeling to be normal, as if nothing had happened.

Suci only cried in silence, unable to bear the attitude shown by the people around him that changed drastically after their departure last night, finally the girl went to the room. It brings a deep heartache.

Ikbal took a deep breath and looked at Satria and Mala alternately, "are you really going to do all this?"

"Follow the plan!" peekkik Marissa while looking intently at her husband. 

"Actually I can't bear it," said Satria, expressing her heart. 

"She could do that… ."

"Mommy! Mommy wanna come with us?" Mala cut off her in-laws and immediately diverted the speaker, believing that Suci was eavesdropping on their conversation. 

"Do what?"

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