Tolerate It's.

Ilyasa Aldrizayn's

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"Ilyas, Mommy wants to say something." The veiled woman called her sister who was putting her niece, a niece who was like a child to her because she was so comfortable with Ilyas.

"Why?" The Malay man turned to his mother who was too thick with the Javanese culture because she had been living in Surabaya with her mother's family, While Ilyas, since Junior High he was taken by her father to the country sebrang, Malaysia, the birthplace of his father. His mother and father divorced when Ilyas had just entered Junior High.

Her mother was remarried in 2nd grade High School. He married a man who was equally divorced, but different cases. Mother's now divorced husband died, his wife died while giving birth to her son. And his father until this moment is still alone, only taking care of his business that is growing rapidly.

Ilyas got up from his sleep and approached his mother, who was sitting on the sofa by the window of the hotel, knitting a cardigan for her daughter. The knit has started to look neat with the pink ball.

"Sir, I want to say something. But please don't be surprised, yo?"

"By the way, Ma'am. Don't be kink."

The white-hijabed woman placed her knit on the side table, she began to look at her sister's eyes with doubt. "Nadya's pregnant, Yas."

"Huh?"

"Nadya, Nadya's your boyfriend."

"Wait first. Ma'am, why iso? I've never even touched her at all." He said with a full of confusion.

"His father, your brother."

"Whose brother? My brother is just a mother."

"Roman, Yas. Radit's your brother, too."

Ilyasa was speechless, digesting all the words that came out of his Mama's mouth. This is too sudden, there have even been five months Ilyas did not meet with his lover because of his work that always made him go round and round other countries.

"Baby kidding, right?"

"Serious mother... They'll have their wedding in a minute. Everything was prepared without your knowledge, but Ma'am..." The woman began to shed her tears, "Mbak could not hide this for too long from Mbak's own biological sister. Sorry Ma'am, Yas..." He said with a hiccup.

Her mother gave her cell phone there containing, photo test pack, as well as wedding preparations for Nadya and Radit. Ilayas stared at the photo of the test pack sent by Nadya on her brother's whatsapp, she sent a crying voice note and apologized. His voice is very weak.

"Yes, they've had a 2-month relationship. I just found out when Nadya was pregnant." She began to hug Ilyas with her tears, while Ilyas still permeated all of this.

Ilyas thought his brother visited him to London just because he missed, it turns out he brought a stifling news. Ilyas began stroking his mother's shoulder, to calm the crying Mbak.

"Sir, you know you must have said that but you must be sad, right, Yas? Plus your relationship with Nadya has been around for a long time. Maafin Mbak can not prevent all this, even though you leave Nadya the same Mbak, but Mbak even bored."

Ilyas let go of his arms to see his mother's face, "Mbak, Denger Ilyas, huh? This is not all Mama's fault. You are calm, everything is not your fault."

"You're going back to Indonesia, Yas? But please let go of Nadya, you can find a better replacement than that woman."

Finding a replacement is not easy, even his heart has been locked long ago on Nadya Narasma. The best boarding school graduate in Indonesia made her fall in love when they first met. He never imagined the relationship would go on for two and a half years to the point of its destruction, here.

The agreement of those who were about to get married had been broken, he destroyed it without thinking about Ilyas' feelings.

"Ilyas, I know you're a strong man. You can cry now. You're going home, right? Attending wedding? You have to attend after that you can go anywhere you want. Please don't take Nadya from Radit, will you? It's not that Mbak talks bad, but Mbak knows you love him a lot and Nadya doesn't deserve to be paired with you, you deserve a better replacement. If you want, then I'll find a more shole-"

"Sir. I'm out first, right? I'm gonna get some wind first." He said he left his remaining Mbak with his cry.

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Ilyas walked down every step of his foot, somewhere. His feet just follow the wind and everything.

He stopped when he saw a flock of doves approaching towards the flaming red-haired girl, he sprinkled bird food towards the birds that were getting closer and closer towards the girl.

"Birds, ayok mam a lot, yes! I know this world is very jerky and heavy. Sometimes, when we're okay, there's a try. If you are definitely trying not to eat huh? Well now this kind elf is giving you food. Don't forget to be grateful, yeah."

His words seemed to apply to Ilyas as well. Ilyas watched the short girl whom he had estimated to be 160.

"You know what? Every ordeal has its way, if nothing means maybe your path has not been cast. Well that's what you suffer you anyway. But seriously, there must be a way out, if deadlocked yaudah puter back just look for another turn. Well, by the way I'm going crazy, because of Kai shit! Make overthinking it." He said with his grunt. Though the pigeons down there did not care about her, but the girl was still faithfully spreading her talk.

"Doain I yes, tomorrow I want to go back to Indonesia. Uh, you on can't you speak Indonesian? Hah, let alone Indonesian. Human language you don't know, right? I open tutoring sometime, yeah! But no, I'm busy gini-gini I'm a famous artist in a rather freak country." He said it made Ilyas chuckle when he noticed it.

Not getting a fresh breeze, but even getting fresh entertainment. Yeah, at least he's treated a little.

"I actually males back. But I kangen Papih same Mamih, I want to take care of the hidden will and then I will stop by the mamih tomb. You on Mamih I doain also yes hopefully calm in nature there."

"Aamiin's." Ilyas went along to pray for him without being told, maybe he feels like a pigeon now.

The girl looked back because she heard a mutter from someone behind her. Shocked instead of playing, shame begins to feel. The narrowed eyes began to grow in surprise.

His face was not unfamiliar, it turned out to be the girl he had found in the hotel lobby. Who was crying in the lobby.

The girl nervously ran away spilling all the food of the bird that was scattering to the ground. All the pigeons there seemed to be having a feast of food.