The Love Revenge of Mr. Alvin

The Handwriting of Al

Syifana's confused face suddenly turned flat again when he learned that the flower was a gift from Gevano. "Then the flowers are for my sister, I'm not interested in farming." Shifana gave the paper that came along with the flower to Ara and then took her foot away. 

Ara and Ali looked at each other with confused gazes. How their father easily deduced that the flower was Gevano's gift. What's more when Ara saw the writing on the paper, she felt very familiar with the character of the writing. However, do not want to make this problem long-tailed. Ara chose to be silent, the distended woman even prevented her visible husband from making a sound. 

"Let's just put this flower in the garden, it's late afternoon, Sun." Ara attracts Ali who is having trouble carrying three flower pots at once. 

After putting the pretty flowers in the garden, Ara decided to clean up first. Likewise with Ali, what else had he fallen asleep on the navel of the mother. 

"Where are you going, Moon?" ali asked when he saw his wife coming out of the room. 

"Look at Syifa for a second, Sun. There's something I need to tell her" replied Ara. 

Ali nodded in understanding and had no intention of forbidding his wife to see Syifa. His sister was in need of someone to accompany him. 

While Ara was walking towards Syifana's room, the pregnant woman met her husband's bude. The middle-aged woman who was the older sister of her late mother-in-law suddenly stopped her steps. 

"Why, Bude?" syifana asked a little confused because it seemed like the bude would say something, but there was doubt on the wrinkled face. 

Long enough the bude was silent with his eyeballs swirling upward like he was thinking something. However, in the end only the head was the answer. 

"Bude there's a problem?" guess Ara was still staring at the bumble face. 

"No, Ara. Bude just wanted to ask for help with you to always pay more attention to Syifa. Poor she had lost her salma," he said in a soft tone, it seemed that the middle-aged woman was remembering the younger sister who had died earlier. 

Ara smiled warmly as she stroked her bud arm. "Ara will try her best, Bude don't have to worry." 

Successfully calming the bude from anxiety, Ara again swung her steps towards Syifana's room. When it came in, the door was locked from the inside. Ara knocked slowly on her sister-in-law's room door. 

"Who?" shifa shouted from within.

"May brother come in, Syifa?" ara asked slightly raised her voice. 

"Sir Ara, huh?" ask Syifana to make sure. 

"Yes, Syifa. Open the door, honey!" 

Soon the door opened showing Syifana still wearing clothes earlier. That means the sister has not cleaned herself even though the night has greeted. 

He was even still standing at the door, yet to allow his sister-in-law to enter. Like trying to give distance to everyone who wants to accompany him. 

"Can brother come in? There is something that you want to say to your sister" said Ara half-chokedly. 

"By, Brother. Please come in," he said, letting him walk first and sit on his bed. 

Ara who was behind first made sure that no one would hear her chat with her sister-in-law. Once sure it was safe, Ara closed the door and locked it. 

Ara sat down next to her sister. Staring at that pale face it felt like Ara really did not have the heart. Syifa must feel the bitterness of domestic life at a very young age. 

"Syifa, can you ask?" 

Syifana who was initially still busy playing her fingers immediately turned her head. "Ask what, brother?" 

"You like that flower no?" ask Ara to the point. 

Syifana shook her head, even though it looked like she had to. Ara could read Syifana's current feelings from the look on her sister's face. 

"You're lying, Syifa. I know, you like those pretty flowers," said Ara with a faint smile. 

This time Syifana turned her face to hide her sad feelings. When reading the short letter, he had hoped that it was the delivery of the husband. However, his heart was broken by a reality that was inversely proportional. 

"Syifa said, flowers are for my sister. Syifa had no interest in planting flowers," she replied in a very soft voice, barely even audible. 

"You don't dislike the flower, you know. You're just disappointed that dad said the flower was Gevano's gift. You expect the flower from Alvino, don't you?" guess Ara with confidence. 

A drop of clear liquid dripped from both corners of Syifana's eyes that had been feeling heated. He was just trying to hold back his tears from falling in front of the Big Brother. 

"So I'm not saying to you, the inscription in the short letter .. Kak Al's handwriting. Brother is very sure about it," said Ara revealed. 

"Sir Ara sure?" shifana asked enthusiastically, she even wiped her tears violently. 

"Sister and Brother Al grew up together, Syifa. Everything related to him, Big Brother is very poultice. But, you don't think no-no" said Ara teasing Syifana. 

"I don't think that's a no-no, brother. But that's the truth,"