The Wasted Bride

Relinquish

The next day after Arwaa gives an answer that gives a happy hue on the face of Attalaric and also Bu Hayya. They plan to go to Prince's Island Park which is a large green area in downtown Calgary.

It is located on the Bow River at 698 Eau Claire Ave SW. This park is adjacent to Eau Claire Market, so you can all buy souvenirs typical of Canada as souvenirs in Jakarta.

Attalaric was driving the car he rented, with Hayya Maam sitting in the front seat. Arwaa and Hanna are in the middle seat. Along the way, of course, enlivened by the cheerful singing of the little Hanna who made all the passengers of the car chuckle when they heard the sound of Hanna's chirping.

At times Attalaric also glanced at Arwaa from the rearview mirror that continues to serve the babble Hanna full of patience with a sweet smile that can not be separated from his lips. Attalaric's heart warmed, not expecting that soon the girl would really become a connecting mother to her daughter.

Hayya Maam who was paying attention to Attalaric, smiled. There was happiness in finally being able to see his eldest son start a new love after the departure of his wife. But it can not be denied also if there is sadness when thinking about his second child. Especially after getting a message if the second child took a flight during the day to return to Jakarta, while Bu Hayya, Hanna and Attalaric took a night flight because they wanted to take Hanna for a short walk.

Bu Hayya sighed, and looked out the window, enjoying the scenery around their car, even though the thought of Bu Hayya continued to be attached to Aldair.

There was a speck of guilt bothering him. Ms. Hayya herself has never treated her three children unfairly, or favoritism. Hayya loved her three sons, Attalaric, Aldair, and Arrazi. They are equally important in the life of Bu Hayya and also Mr. Ahmad of course. And like parents in general, Ma Hayya and her husband want happiness for their three children.

And at this moment, it was clear that Attalaric and his granddaughter's happiness was in a girl who had become the ex-wife of her second child, Aldair. It is possible that if Aldair had been more honest and could have accepted his marriage sincerely, there would have been no such incident. Where Ma Hayya had to watch one of her children experience sadness.

Attalaric glanced at the mother. There was a gurat of sadness in the eyes that since he was a baby always calmed him. The hand that always leads him and gives his own smile to his mother. A little Attalaric understands. Yes, he understood the cause of the grief that surrounded his mother's heart. And he feels the same.

Attalaric and Bu Hayya seemed unaware that Arwaa was watching them from behind. Somehow suddenly a great doubt also pervaded him when he saw the sadness that emanated from Bu Hayya and Attalaric.

Arwaa was unceasingly privileged in her heart, calming herself down. Why it became like this when last night he had done istikharah and immediately got a steady answer from the confusion that befell him.

O God how is this?, inner Arwaa.

She wants to be happy, but it doesn't feel right to be happy over the suffering of others, or maybe her ex-husband, the younger brother of the man who proposed to her, Aldair.

***

The atmosphere is silent Arwaa and Attalaric who are currently walking in Prince's Island Park because Bu Hayya happened to take Hanna to Eau Claire Market.

Though they should be happy at this time because they have got a decision after the answer given Arwaa last night. But there seemed to be one common reason that stuck in their hearts.

"That..."

"Yes..."

For a moment they fell silent after unintentionally speaking together.

"Speak first Mas," said Arwaa with a small smile.

Attalaric sighed and invited Arwaa to sit first in the chair that was there.

"Sorry," said Attalaric, blankly looking at the scene in front of him.

There was disappointment in himself for finally having to be a coward and hurt the woman beside him.

"But can we forget what has happened, and also the hope that Mas has given you?" Attalaric's voice trembled slightly as it said so.

He couldn't bear to hurt Arwaa even when he didn't have the right to do that. But what would be said sadness on the face of the mother made her think again about her desire to edit her sister's ex-wife.

Arwaa's blood rippled instantly due to the feeling of grief that flowed through her heart. He knew it was going to happen, but he wasn't prepared for the pain and disappointment he had to accept. Arwaa's eyes condensed, but she held it hard so as not to cry in front of the man she started to love.

"Hmm" muttered Arwaa.

"Let's do that," he continued, making Attalaric a little stunned. He thought Arwaa would ask him to stay and fight for it, but he seemed to have been mistaken. Maybe because Arwaa has not opened her heart as much as she wants.

Attalaric slowly turned. Once he wanted to see Arwaa's face for longer before he could no longer see her. But he was surprised by the fact that Arwaa was crying in silence.

Ah, it turns out that as sick as this sees loved ones crying because of themselves, that's what Attalaric thinks. Yes, his heart ached so much to see Arwaa's tears. He was eager to draw Arwaa in his arms at this time, but realized that he was not a mahram, and would never be a mahram. Therefore Attalaric can only look at the nanar Arwaa cupped his face with both hands. He was so disappointed in himself for hurting Arwaa so much after the lure of happiness he had promised the girl.

"Pulse... Sorry, I'm sorry to go to the toilet first. Don't let me be sad to see me like this. Assalamu'alaikum."

Arwaa quickly moved away from Attalaric who could only look at the back of her heart with nanar.

"Truly coward!" Attalaric on himself.

***

Evening day came. Now they are at YYC Calgary Airport waiting for the departure of Bu Hayya, Attalaric, and Hanna with Arwaa accompanied by Grace and Marius.

Arwaa and Attalaric themselves acted as if there were no problems after the incident this afternoon. Trying both to hide their sadness and disappointment in each other in front of everyone.

"Mother... Why Mother does not come home too... Hanna still misses Mother," Whinek Hanna who continues to wrestle spoiled at the waist of Arwaa.

Attalaric shifted his gaze, seeing that the closeness of Arwaa and Hanna only made him more sick because in the end he could not unite them.

Arwaa gave a gentle smile even though she actually forced herself, "Sorry yes, Mommy can not come with Hanna home. Inshaallah if indeed God allows Hanna same Mother later we meet again," gently rubbed the little girl's hair.

"How can Hanna see Mother again?"

"Berdo'a many yes the same God in order to meet Mother again because Mother will also continue to pray in order to meet Hanna,"

"And also became Hanna's first mother" Arwaa said in her heart.

Arwaa and Attalaric looked at each other. There was a longing in their eyes, but they realized there was a barrier wall that was impossible to break. So that both of them could only drown their longings in their hearts.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, baby. Mother was really kebelet earlier," said Hayya who just arrived from the toilet.

"Yes Mom is okay," Arwaa replied with a gentle smile.

"May Mother, Mas Atta, and Hanna always be in the protection of God. Fi amanillah," Arwaa said as soon as the notification so that passengers immediately entered the plane was heard.

Ma Hayya immediately hugged Arwaa tightly and whispered, "Hopefully our good plan is also smoothed out dear."

Arwaa was slightly stunned, but re-putting her happy look and smiling gently returned the arms of her former mother-in-law, "Inshaallah Mother."

Hanna who began to whine and sulk because she did not want to go home made Attalaric have to carry her, "Bundaa... Bundaa... Mau sun Bundaa used to be Dad," Hanna's whine made Attalaric draw closer to Arwaa so that Hanna could kiss her Mother for the last time.

Attalaric himself could not hide the pounding of his heart and also the pain in his heart. Slowly he brought his lips closer to Arwaa's ears, "I will always love you" she whispered, letting Arwaa's tears flow for a moment.

Attalaric looked at Arwaa and smiled at her.

"I'm sorry. May you find your true happiness" Attalaric said in a small voice so that she could not hear Bu Hayya who still did not know the reality between Arwaa and Attalaric.

Arwaa waved her hand at Hanna who continued to look at her sadly in Attalaric's sling, "I'm sorry Mother.." said Arwaa.

"Let's go home."

Grace clasped Arwaa's hand trying to calm her down. Although he did not know what was really happening, but he could clearly see the sadness in the eyes of his best friend.

***