UHIBBUKA!
UF A.D
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” And May Be You Don't Like Something, When It's Good For You, And May Be You Like Something, When It's Not Good For You, And Allah Knows While You Don't Know”
(Al Baqara 216)
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Rayhan was silent in the room, this morning he was more in the room did not come out at all.
Even had a few beats on the door from the mother, did not succeed in making her want to come out.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, with his appearance seemingly muddled and his left hand holding the wine bottle.
Rayhan occasionally sipped his drink, then laughed incoherently for no reason.
The knock on the door again rang out, Rayhan only turned a glance then gulped back at his wine bottle.
But a hand then snatched the bottle from his hand, Rayhan looked up. Roland was staring hard.
"You want to drink to death?" Grunts Roland, the man walked towards the baklon. Then throw the bottle down.
Rayhan was just silent no matter what, the man still lowered his head with occasional discordant laughs. This morning he got word from some housemaids, the preparations for the engagement are almost finished tonight. The event was held in a 5-star luxury hotel.
Rayhan turned to the corner of the room, there hung a white suit with some other fancy suit that he would wear for the event later tonight.
The ringing of the phone made Rayhan turn his head, before the man moved Roland had already snatched away his phone first.
Clara. Roland clucked lazily when he saw the name of the penelfon. Exhaling a coarse breath, his end Roland replied.
"Hello, why?" Briefly Roland did not want to make small talk.
"Well brother-in-law, how are you?" Ask Clara in a voice.
"Heem, why?" Repeated Roland, he was too lazy to respond to Clara's words.
"Sister-in-law is very sensitive, I want to talk to Han. I'll try on the clothes for the mallem, I want him to see."
"Ray no, no more salons."
"Uwaahh, nice dong sister-in-law. Don't forget to say Han...,"
Tuutt. The connection was turned off just like that, Roland threw the phone back in the bed and sat down next to his sister.
"Gue know you don't agree to this engagement, but you also have to accept that this is really your destiny Ray." Roland patted his sister on the shoulder, giving her some encouragement.
"Sometimes, there is something that we think is good but the reality only brings harm. Sometimes what we think is bad is good for us." Sonya's voice sounded from a distance. It made Rayhan and Roland turn their heads immediately.
The middle-aged woman approached, with a tray of bread and milk in her hands.
"Eat ya baby, you haven't eaten anything." Sonya approached, then stroked the top of Rayhan's head.
In the next instant, the smooth clap turned into a rough jubilant.
"You're drinking again?" Ask Sonya, with a ferocious fashion on.
"You are Ray, O God. Mama was no longer able to..," Sonya sneaked her temples, feeling a sudden throbbing that hit the head.
"Ray, when do you want this to go on, son? Mama is equally papa is old, you should not be a burden on the mind of mama and papa anymore."
"I'm not papa's son!" Rayhan's hoarse voice rang out loudly, making Roland pat his shoulder warned.
Sonya, the middle-aged woman sighed then lowered her head. Guilt was in his heart.
"You're papa's son, baby." Said later.
Rayhan again shook his head, his hollow eyes calling for rejection.
"No papa is so attitude his own son, mah." Rayhan refused again, Roland just silently listened. This time he agreed with his brother. It's true, which papa was so cruel to his own son.
"Believe the mother, son. You're papa's son." Sonya said reassuringly.
"What's the reason why you hate your own child so much that you don't admit Rayhan. What's the reason for all that?" Rayhan asked.
Sonya stood up, put the tray on the nightstand. Then sat back down by Rayhan's side, gently patting his eldest son's shoulder.
"First, when mom was pregnant with you and Roland was two years old." Sonya opened the story. Two of the boys were silent.
"Before becoming a politician, once a papa..,"
"Wait mah!" Roland paused, the man then ran towards the door. She slammed it hard, then sat down next to her mother.
"Campret, I thought you'd do something." Grunts Rayhan while elbowing his brother's arm.
"Before becoming a great politician. Papa you are a successful entrepreneur, he built his business from zero to big. But his best friend, Mr. Wijaya. Turns out his skills in the business world are far superior to papa, he won various tenders and cooperation with foreign companies.
Papa you're broke...,"
Sonya's tears began to trickle down, the middle-aged woman began to be as unwilling as to remember the events of several tens of years ago.
"That night, papa came home. His circumstances are messy, he's angry with mom. And blame the baby in the womb of the mother. Papa considers, the child whose biological mother at that time was the child of an unlucky carrier. So papa told mama to drop the contents, but mama didn't want...,"
"And papa...,"
"Udah is quite a mah." Rayhan's voice sounded cold, the young man then moved to the bathroom.
While Roland was speechless, stroking the shoulder of his mother who was still crying.
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Rayhan locked the bathroom door, the man standing in front of the mirror staring at himself.
Rayhan smiled bitterly, eyes that were reddened from drinking too much became increasingly red withstanding tears.
Can you imagine how Rayhan feels?
How can, a child who is still in the womb has been hated by his papa for a mistake that is not at all because of him.
How could a papa be so cruel. Putting all the mistakes and destiny of life on an unborn baby?
Rayhan was sitting limp on the floor, hiding his face behind the folds of his feet. Slowly, sobs were heard from the man sitting in the corner of the bathroom.
His heart was sliced, like a dagger incision that stuck incessantly. Realizing the fact that he had been hated even before being present in this world.
It was as if his presence was a mistake, and his life brought misery.
"Bangs4!" Rayhan cursed many times, the man still hid his face behind the bend of his legs.
The next second Rayhan laughed, laughing at himself. So stupid of him who had been so expecting the affection of a father. But in reality, her presence was never expected.
"Hahahaha.., stupid." Lirih Rayhan interrupted his cry.
I don't know for whom that stupid word is, for him who is expecting too much affection.
Or for Wijaya Kesuma who blames Rayhan for no reason.
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Sometimes people are too overwhelmed with sadness. Until sometimes forget, if the good is bad fateful life.
Don't be discouraged. Just because one person hates, it makes you shaken.
Remember that! Even the Prophet, the perfect man on this earth. The perfect Akhlak and his appearance, there are still those who hate, there are still those who want to hurt.
Then how do you, whose own morals are still in repair, perfect face you do not have.
And still expect such a perfect life for you to live?
Let it go, all creatures hate you. Do not be your Creator who hates!
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