This Story is called Love

Chapter 20 Is Not the Best Choice

A few days after receiving treatment in the hospital after giving birth, Syiffa was allowed to go home today. In one of the maternity hospital rooms there are several people who are helping Syiffa and Rafay to beberes.

“Syi, this is it baby. I finished all.” Maya said after her hand had cleared her things.

“Iya ma'am, thanks.” Syiffa. “Ma, mas Fay has not returned?” Syiffa asked her in-laws.

His parents-in-law looked at the door, and shook his head, a sign that Rafay had not returned from the hospital payments of his wife and child. Some time the three women sat beside and joked, but did not build little Lia. Syiffa's bedroom door is now open a little sign that there is someone behind it.

“Udah finished all ?” Rafay asked from the direction of the room entrance.

“Mas.” Reply Syiffa who was holding Lia.

“If you have, come. Dad is waiting outside.” Rafay said and switched to taking two tote bags next to his in-laws and mother.

Syiffa asked to check out from the hospital in the afternoon, so that her husband could freely take care of payments without being rushed by work. Arriving at the parking lot, he had seen Abdillah and his men talking beside their respective cars. Rafay walks into his car and opens the door for his wife, who is holding Lia.

“We went to Lia first yes.” Pinta Maya on her husband.

“Mama also yes pa.” Pinta Rafay's mother to her husband too.

“Iya already.” The two middle-aged men answered in unison, and immediately got into the car following the car being driven by Rafay.

“Definitely I came to pick you up, right ? Why do you go home directly?” Maya asked in a tone that held back her giggling.

“Iya, that's why I'm here to pick up mom. Kasian Rafay if you have to send mom first just came home.” Abdillah replied that he did not think that his wife wanted to go to the house of his children and in-laws first.

In the other car, both Rafay's parents were also discussing the same thing.

***

Qanita had just arrived at her home, she accidentally came from the office straight home without going to the hospital first. He plans to visit his nephew tomorrow after work and will spend a few days there.

“Assalamualaikum.” Hail Qanita.

“Waalaikumusslam.” Fateeh and Nazeen answered.

It turned out that the two sisters were enjoying a snack while relaxing in front of the TV.

“Daddy hasn't reached deck yet ? I haven't come home from the hospital yet?” Qanita asked walking towards her two younger siblings.

“Dad pick up mom, then he said earlier to the house of sister Shi first. New night to come home. We are told to eat what we can eat he said.” Fateeh said without looking at her brother.

“Iya already, ntar sister who cook. Brother wants to go to the room first, want to clean.” Qanita said, and walked away from her two sisters.

Upon arrival in the room, put a backpack and then take the phone from the small pocket of his backpack. For some reason that afternoon, Qanita looked like Arsen's face a few days ago in the hospital. Carrying Lia, Arsen's aura as an old man was visible, although Qanita brushed him off.

“Hmmm, why do I think he tried.” Then he murmured towards the bathroom.

After cleaning, Qanita was in the kitchen and started cooking for her and her sisters. When voices from the mosque his two younger siblings spontaneously began to get ready to head for the mosque. Qanita closed the window and turned on the lights. The cooking was left for a while and the fire was reduced.

Just as the voice of the Adhan was reverberating, Qanita realized whose voice it was. He was lucky for a while. He was quite familiar with the voice, not Arsen but a man who had been rejected by ta’arufya.

“Kak, do not do anything yourself at home ?” Nazeen asked in Qanita's silence.

“Haa, yes deck ngak nothing.” Qanita said and ended with a small smile.

“If not, let Nazeen nemenin brother, I go to the mosque myself aja.” Advice Fateeh.

“No need, brother himself is also okay kok.” Reject Qanita, while walking towards the kitchen to check her cooking.

“Iya if so. We go to the mosque first.” Nazeen.

“If anyone is visiting don't accept. If there is a need to go back. Especially my own sister at home.” Fateeh.

Qanita just smiled and nodded her head at the worries of her two sisters.

“Yes already, we go first.” Fateeh.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Lock the door sis.” Timpal Nazeen before their bodies were completely lost behind the door.

After the death of her two sisters, Qanita walked to the door with tears that were already sagging and ready to fall.

***

The morning is now back to say hello, at the table of the gathering lunch of Abdillah's family who were enjoying breakfast.

“Daddy same mother last night home what time?” Tanya Nazeen started the conversation.

“Jam 10an nak.” Maya replied as her hands painstakingly prepared provisions for her two sons.

“Kak Syi how ma'am, is it better ?” Ask Fateeh again.

“Alhamdulillah already nak.”

“Dad, Anit can not stay at sister Shi for some time ? To help him.” Qanita asked Abdillah and immediately lowered her gaze.

“Can only. But it doesn't look like it's going to be anytime soon, son. You know, the office is busy. If you are your strength that means, your strength will also be drained. You're at your sister's office and home. Some of Rafay's parents have already found someone to help your brother.” Obviously Abdillah gave understanding to Qanita.

“Hmm, alright well.” Qanita answered briefly.

“Iya bu.” The answer then continued to eat.

Adbillah knows, if his desire to go to his sister's house not only wants to help, but there are other things that he wants to calm down.

“Ya already, Al, Zeen let's go.” Take Abdillah after seeing her two sons have finished their breakfast.

“This is your love.” Maya offers two boxes for her two sons.

“Assalamualaikum.” The three men were in unison.

“Waalaikumussalam.” Maya and Qanita.

After a while, Qanita paid a farewell to Maya, after finishing her breakfast. “Bu, Anit pampit yah.”

“Wait for nak.”

“Iya ma'am, what's up.” Qanita momentarily paused her intention to stand up from the seat.

“You know what you're feeling son. Don't always hold it yourself. Share son if everything is still difficult to forget and let go. I will always be there to hear it.” Maya said with a smile.

Qanita returned Maya's smile no less wide until a small basin appeared on her cheek and held both hands Maya “Mother do not have to worry well. Anit is fine, God willing.” There was a long breath to give more strength to him “Ya already, Anit pamit ya bu. Assalamualaikum.” Then kiss Maya's hand.

“Waalaikumussalam.” Maya answered and stroked Qanita's cheek gently.

Just before Qanita's motorbike was about to come out of her yard, her vision saw a car that she was sure was inside that was Arsen.

He looked at the car flat and cold, so it was possible that anyone who was beside Qanita at this time would freeze because of the cold that it caused.

While the man who was in the car was only able to sigh and then close his eyes and remember the mistakes he had made.

***

In accordance with Abdillah's promise, almost three weeks Qanita waited today, the day she was allowed by her father to stay at her brother's house, with the reason to be able to help the brother even though it is not entirely wrong. For three weeks Qanita did not reprimand or give a smile or other friendly things to Arsen. That made Arsen even more guilty of Qanita.

Now Qanita is seen driving forward her kakakanya house motorcycle. If usually his backpack only contains a laptop and some other items needed during the office, now his backpack contains clothes and equipment. In front of it also looks a medium-sized tote bag.

“Assalamualaikum.” Greetings when he was on the doorstep of his brother's house.

“Eh, Waalaikumussalam, has arrived apparently.” Sita, Syiffa's mother-in-law, replied.

“Ehehehe yes bu Ita.” He then kissed Sita's hand.

“Ita's own mother ? Which mother ?” Ask while carrying a tote bag and following Sita.

“Your mother's name is also son. But again cleaning in the bathroom. Ita ma'am again waiting to be picked up.” Sit down on a couch.

“Looh, Anit has come apparently.” Syiffa approached her sister while holding Lia.

Qanita simply nodded and raised her gaze at her sleeping nephew in a sling of Syiffa.

“You bring your things to the room. You can use the guest room next to mushollah yah.” Syiffa.

“Iya brother. Then Anit went to the room first.” His appeal to Sita and Syiffa.

Afternoon had passed, Maya had been picked up by Abdillah, and Sitapun had been picked up by her husband. Qanita is in her room and is putting her clothes in the closet. Just before his last clothes were put in, there was a knock from behind his room.

Tok tok,,, the,,,

“Iya log in.” Answer without switching to open the door.

Syiffa opened the door to Qanita's room and sat down at the end of her sister's bed.

“Looh kak Shi, Lia is asleep ?” Qanita asked and sat down beside her brother.

“Deck.” Staring at Qanita and holding her hand.

“Why brother ?” Tanya Qanita scrunched her forehead.

“No idea you're trying to do fine deck. Maybe you can hide this in the world but not with us who sincerely love you.”

Qanita did not respond to Syiffa's remarks and chose to bow.

“Go from home to calm down is indeed a good choice of deck. But going from home to index it is not a good option.” Say Syiffa then.

“I'm not here to avoid brother, I'm here to help sister.” Said darkly.

“Iya deck sister know it. But at least give him a deck chance to explain and fix it. It's better than you've kept it quiet all this time.

“I didn't silence him brother, didn't I really like this from the beginning ?” Ask Syiffa and again evade.

“Yes, but you were kind to her before the thing that hurt you happened. And now you also save your own wounds.”

“I'm fine brother.” With a big smile, but with eyes that begin to glaze over.

“Yes you look fine. But actually not so. You've been trying long enough to always smile and look okay. Cry if it can make you relieved dek.” Syiffa grabbed his sister's shoulder into her arms.

A second after Syiffa said that. Syiffa felt Qanita's shoulders tremble and the clear liquid from her eyes that had been trying to be held apart was already without a hitch.

Syiffa simply stroked the sister's back without speaking a word.