Trying To Be Faithful

Acceptance above suffering

When children are invited to play by the sister of the only God, namely Dewi, Dewa invites Hasna to his room. It's the safest place in the house.

"What, anyway? Why did you bring me here?" ask Hasna.

"Aduuuh, Mba. Mba is why, anyway? Why should I say that my family should get to know Mba more? It'll only extend our contract."

"meaning?"

"According to Mba, getting to know each other is how to try? That means Mba has to meet this family often. Every Mba event has to come. I don't know how long it took you guys to get to know each other. For more than a year, what? Mba, I can't bring my girlfriend sooner. Didn't your mind get there?"

"No," answered Hasna innocently.

God grabbed his own hair out of annoyance. He couldn't possibly scold Hasna.

"Yes, oh, sorry. I didn't think of nyampe there. I just want them to impress me, approve of our relationship, keep it up."

"Yes, Mba's not wrong, either."

"Keep, what do we do now?"

"You don't want to have to follow the rules of their game. Ouch, my migraine!" God of his own. "Where do I ask permission from my boyfriend just for a moment. If it's been more than a year, he could be angry."

"Why should you be angry? It was wrong of her own that she did not want to be brought here. Yes, regardless of who the girl is, but it's not entirely your fault. It wouldn't have happened if he hadn't refused, would it?"

"It's not that simple, Mba."

"Keep, drag what's the business. Hadeuuuh, young man yes. Simple problems are made complicated" Hasna said as she passed leaving the room of the Gods.

"I'm not the rumiiiit, you're the one who trifles. You mother-mom!" The god ngedumel himself.

"Next time to play here again, yeah." His mother God. Hasna smile.

"I'll say goodbye, Mom, sir. Aunt Goddess, we say yes ...." Hasna represents her children.

"Be careful on the road, honey."

"Yes, I'm saying yes."

"Call me when I am home."

Hasna nodded to the God. Waving hands at the Goddess and her parents.

"Contest Om, Aunt."

"Drug, Pretty." The goddess waved at the children of Hasna.

"Complete package, do not need to wait long already have ponakan directly. This big house will surely rame, won't it, Mih?"

"Yes. Mamih already impatient for someone to run around here, mecahin vase, horrors they fight, there are still people who want to ask for it if mamih run out of the country."

The god rolled his eyeballs. Mahendra was silent about Hasna's departure. He felt something strange between his son and the woman.

"We go to the hospital first."

"Why? Mother sick?" ask Shaki.

"No, I'm going to see Om Raden."

"So Om Dewa, now Om Raden. Is it all your girlfriend?"

Uhuk!

"It's not a shit, kid. That's mah temen mother. There are no boyfriends. Do you know where your girlfriends come from?"

"I also have a boyfriend, his name is Zio. But yesterday he played with Lea. I'm his whole."

Hasna laughed at Shaki.

""Okay, we're at the hospital. You guys wait in the car. There was Om Andi who was guarding, the mother had called. If you want to snack, then mama give her money."

"Mother, I'm coming."

"Don't, the hospital's got a lot of germs. Mother just for a moment."

"But the snack went to Indomaret."

"Yes, you'll give me the money" Hasna said, looking for a parking space. After his car parked well, he waited for Andi to look after his son.

"Well, that's Om Andi." Hasna waved her hand.

"Sorry, Mom. I pushed the patient bed first."

"Yes, Mom. Let's have our kids play games."

"What's there, Om?"

"There's dong. Next to the children's playground. We're going there."

Hasna left after seeing her children and Andi left.

Hasna smiled all the way, she was wearing a gift bracelet from Raden. He apologized and told me what he really felt.

Tok tok tok tok

"Lake in."

Hearing his mp the room let him in, Hasna opened the door.

"Maas ...."

Raden raised his head as soon as he heard Hasna's voice. Stare at him for a long time without speaking.

Sadness enveloped Hasna's heart as she looked at the wounds radiated on Raden's face. Hasna approaching.

"Mas, I want to explain everything to you."

Raden was silent.

"What you see is not what you think. He's just a friend, Mom."

"I'm not asking for an explanation, am I?"

"But I want to."

"For what?"

Hasna speaks a thousand languages. All the words that originally filled his head suddenly disappeared to nowhere.

"You better never come here again. Didn't I tell you that we don't know each other."

"Maas ...."

"I'm sorry, but I'm busy. I have some business to finish. Oh, aye. He also made you change your appearance. Great."

Hasna froze. He wanted to say what was in his heart, only his lips were twisted. He wanted to point at the bracelet he was wearing, but somehow the hand was coolly hiding behind Hasna's body.

Raden moved from his seat. He walked towards the door. As much as Hasna's energy ventured to show the hand that had been wearing a bracelet from Raden.

Raden's steps came to a halt as Hasna's hand blocked him. Hands with a beautiful bracelet as a sign of acceptance of love.

"I'm wearing this bracelet, Mom."

"Then?" ask Raden flat. He didn't even look at Hasna.

Hasna was silent. Her lips were tightly closed. Raden shook his head, then stepped back.

Not wanting to lose Raden, Hasna spontaneously embraced the burly body from behind.

"Don't go, Mas."

Raden. She was shocked because she did not expect Hasna to hug her like this.

"I accepted your proposal at that time. I want to accept your love, Mom. Please don't go."

Raden twisted his body. Looking at Hasna asked for certainty.

Embarrassedly, Hasna ventured to look at Raden as she said, "I love you, Mas."

Raden smiled thinly. Pulling Hasana's hand and clutching the body of the woman she loved.

"I love you too, Hasna. Let's spend some time together, love each other until we're old."

"Yes, Mum."

At the same time, Airlangga heard from behind the door. Standing beside Azalea. They look at each other.

Azalea's tears are shed.