Trying To Be Faithful

Refer

The pain that Raden gave, made Hasna return everything that was given by the man. Vehicles, houses, bracelets and rings. He put the keys and certificates in the box and he sent them to Raden's house through a courier.

Seeing the contents of the box, Raden immediately went to Hasna's house. It's empty. He tried calling, not active.

Raden tries to find Hasna at Nay and Shaki's school, but surprisingly they apply for a one-month leave of absence.

The man looked so desperate that he remembered Puput. He called the boarding school and asked for the whereabouts of Puput, worried that the boy was not in the cottage.

"She's studying in class, sir."

The answer that made Raden feel relieved, at least traces of Hasna did not disappear entirely.

Raden drove back to Hasna's parents' house. Hasna's parents were astonished that she had come without her child. Seeing the situation of Muhidin and Nurul, Raden did not dare to tell the truth. He came by pretending there was a need.

"Where's the workshop? Many no?" ask Raden to Inggit.

"Lumayan, Sir. Yes, the ones that come are also most just fixing the little things. It's a small workshop, not so complete."

Raden.

"How much capital do you need? I'll give it to you later."

"No need, sir."

"Please think so. Consider me an investment, how? We can share the results at the end of the year."

Inggit seemed to think.

"Okay, you have an account number? Tell me. But you can't tell this to Hasna. She would definitely refuse, frightening him if he was angry at me."

"Good, sir."

Raden patted Inggit on the shoulder before he returned to his town.

"If Hasna wasn't there? Then where is he now? Is it possible that he lives in Mahendra's house?"

Although Raden's suspicions are so great, he is unlikely to come to Mahendra's house. There was no compelling reason for him to ask the family of his business partner, plus for them Hasna was his future son-in-law.

Raden kept trying to reach Hasna's phone even though she knew the number she was going to was out of reach.

"Where are you, honey?"

Raden's phone rang. He immediately picked it up hoping it was Hasna.

"Oh, you. What's up, Airlangga?"

"Mama's in the hospital. Papa come here soon."

"Yes. Papa's going there."

Raden threw his phone hard until the screen cracked. He was so upset with Azalea that Hasna was angry about misunderstanding. Raden still blamed others for the anger he had forgotten uncontrollably.

Arriving at the hospital, Raden saw his two children, as well as his uncle and aunt.

"Pah ..." Azalea voice raucous. His face was so pale, his body was getting thinner.

Raden snorted before he approached with great force. Azalea clasped Raden's hand so tightly with the rest of the energy she had.

"I have one wish."

"What?"

"Cannot be. You know your heart belongs to someone else."

"I'm not asking you to love me. I'm not forcing you to replace him in your heart, Pah. I just want us to get married without a foundation of love."

"But I-"

"Aunt and uncle will acknowledge Airlangga and Achtia if you refer?"

"What?" Raden was shocked by his aunt's statement.

"Yes. Aunty made many mistakes with Azalea. If the hatred he brought to death, auntie would not calm down. So, aunt will make up for it by helping her remarry with you."

"Bah, I beg you. I can already be considered a bastard by the family. I want uncles and aunts, as well as others to admit that I'm a father and a mother."

The heart of which parent is not sad to see his child pleading for recognition of his status in the family. All this time Airlangga lived in the one eye view of his own family because it was considered not their bloodline. Being branded as a child as a result of an affair is very painful.

Raden looked at Akhtia, the boy looked different to Airlangga. There was still hatred and anger in his face. It seems he would rather not be recognized than have to see Raden and Azalea remarry.

On the one hand, Raden did not want to go back to Azalea because he loved other women, also because his daughter did not want Azalea to return. However, seeing Airlangga kneeling with tears, her heart felt pain.

"alright. We refer."

Azalea, aunt and uncle smiled. Akhtia immediately went out of the room.

Airlangga crying. Crying because he was happy, but also because of the wounds he had to incur in his sister's heart. Doesn't anyone have to be sacrificed to get something? Sometimes we have to choose between two wishes. Not everything that is expected after reality. This is where we must learn to be sincere and not greedy.

"You go home, you want to be alone. After all there are sisters who look after mom at all times."

"Auntie also has a little extra work in the hospital. You can take care of Azalea. You go, take care of the wedding preparations, yeah."

Raden left without saying anything. Trying to figure out where her youngest daughter went.

Akhtia was standing next to Raden's car. He was waiting to get home together.

"Darling ...."

"Bah, I'm hungry. Can we eat something?"

Her child's habit is to eat when she is sad. He will eat whatever is in front of him.

They went to a hawker center. All sorts of food are there.

At the table there are already egg rolls, siren sauce, tomyam, martabak eggs and several types of drinks.

"Darling, eat slowly."

Achtia ignored Raden's words. He ate with a troubled mind. Sadness, anger, wounds, and also regret made him feel very dizzy. Want to scream in a quiet place until his voice runs out.

Achtia. She missed Puput for him to talk to. However, he did not have the courage to contact the boy after what Hasna had experienced for Raden's actions.

Plus now her mom and dad will be talking. The hope of making Hasna and her child a family is very small and even impossible.

Recalling his unattainable desire, Achtia cried in silence with her mouth full of food.

There was nothing Airlangga could do but stare at her daughter full of regret.