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Farewell
30.
Rayyan returned cheerful after being given understanding by both parents. For now, he was able to understand and no longer felt distinguished. However, Yudha and Vita are not sure this situation will last long. Because usually jealousy will occur repeatedly, and they think, this is something that is very natural. But as parents, they will still try to do the best and fair for everything.
“It looks like we have to consult a psychologist or parenting expert, Mas,” said Vita after finishing putting all his children to sleep in the next room.
“Bby, when?”
“If you can this week.”
Yudha put her books and glasses on the nightstand. A habit that he never left, namely reading books to expand his religious understanding. Books for him were his most precious possessions, or like the food he would eat at all times. So it would not be wrong if he had a special library on the third floor.
“I feel we should be able to learn more about parenting so that we know better, how to be fair with children.”
The man nodded, then pulled his wife over the lap. Take off their clothes to skin-to-skin contact, then sleep hugging each other. Because only in this way can they channel longing. But before that, he first crossed out the date of today on the table calendar.
“Mas doodled there so what, try?”
“This is a reminder. If it has been forty days, I will take you to escape to a place.”
“Oh...” said Vita with a longer tone.
“You remember, how many months off I had?”
“I also times, Mas,” replied his wife smiling shyly. Counting three months they had the holiday of crocheting love in this bed so that both of them clearly felt crowded. “Sabar, yes, Poy...”.
“Hmmm,” murmured Yudha looks resigned.
** *
Having recovered, Rahma plans to return to Singapore to visit her husband. This he told his father-in-law when he came to his house to visit his two grandchildren. But he was not with his wife because she had just arrived yesterday afternoon.
“It just so happens at home is also a lot of work,” said Kusuma told his wife's activities today, “many orders because it is now sold also through online, so I have to stand by at all times.”
“Why not hire an assistant only, Yah?”
Kusuma smiled, “Luckily nothing. If you pay people, we don't even go to.”
“Rahma also wants such a business, so do not have to go out and leave Dirly with Febi. But until now have not been able to get an idea.”
“Dad thought you had good public speaking talent. Goods times could be trying to be an online tutoring teacher or maybe a freelancer.”
“Please pray, yes, Yah..hopefully Rahma gets a halal job soon.”.
Father guaranteed even though he was a bit of a question mark with the words of his daughter-in-law just now that seemed to have a laden and meaning in each of his words. Ah, but he was reluctant to think about it further, because his little heart was rebuffing, maybe this was just his feeling.
“So how, Dad. The plan, Rahma wants to go tomorrow.”
“If you feel much better already, yes, it's okay. Dad allow. But is it okay to go alone again?”
“It's okay, Dad. Rahma dare, right, it's common.”
“Alright then. Let Daddy and Mom sleep here until you get home.”
Rahma was very grateful because her father-in-law had understanding. The next day, he took a flight from Singapore Airlines.
At half-seven, he was already at Terminal 3 of Soetta Airport. In the boarding room, the woman waited while playing her phone so as not to feel too saturated.
But in between his focus staring at the screen, Rahma heard a familiar voice from the side where he was sitting.
“Owny? What to do in Singapore?”
His eyes widened as he turned and saw Arkana there. The man looked straight ahead without looking at himself who was still shocked at his sudden arrival.
“Kok, Father is here?” Rahma asked.
“I should ask, why did you come there?” Arkana repeated because she had not yet gotten an answer.
Rahma turned her eyes the other way, “My husband is there,” he replied wistfully.
“May your husband recover quickly,” Arkana said briefly.
“Thank you, Sir.”
The deg!
Rahma was surprised again. The thing that he really wants to cover—toh, his son is gone. But in reality still can not because Arkana actually already know it first.
“You know where?” is from Rahma asked.
“Indirectly your question just confirmed my words.”
Not long after, Rahma nodded.
“Whose son is it?”
“Your son,” replied Rahma with certainty. “Sorry because I can't take good care of him. Please don't get me wrong and think I'm that bad. At first I didn't expect it to be in our midst. But I'm his mother, and I'm very sick to experience this.” Pause for a moment, Rahma continued, “Maybe this is the best for us so that later we no longer have attachment.”
Arkana. Slowly his eyesight began to blur so he quickly rushed at him with the back of his hand. He realized, maybe this was the punishment for him all along.
Not long ago, the announcement was made that passengers with destinations for Changi Airport immediately entered the plane so that the two had to separate.
They boarded the same plane with different seats. Arkana buys business tickets, while Rahma is behind with economic facilities.
As the plane begins to take off, Rahma closes her eyes and contemplates her every mistake she has ever made.
He stared down through the small window where beside him sat. Seeing the greatness and power of God so real.
For the first time after a long time away from God, he again called upon the name of God. Saying the shahada and istighfar sentences over and over again. In such circumstances, he also took a small scarf tied to the handle of his bag, then he used it to cover his head.
“Pardon me Yes Allah .. forgive me for I have been a negligent person.”
About an hour later, Rahma arrived at Changi Airport. He met up with Arkana when he was walking out looking for a taxi. But just a quick glance because a few minutes later, came a beautiful boy and girl who is believed to be the mother of the child, picked him up. They embrace warmly like family in general. Rahma thought they were a small Arkana family who had separated.
‘They're back,’ Inner Rahma is still watching the three enter the car. Before the car drove, Arkana had lowered the windshield and smiled at him. The wave of his hand can be marked that there has been peace between them today, followed by a short message that came in.
A: good-bye, Rahma. Im sorry.
“I also forgive you,” murmured Rahma did not want to reply again.
The woman continued her journey. She took a taxi to the hospital where her husband was being treated.
“Well, that's your wife coming,” Hans said as soon as Rahma opened the door and said hello, “Rio has been asking you since. Worry, really, not to the point.”
“Oh, yes?” Rahma smiled. Stretched out her hand to shake hands with her husband. “How are you doing, Brother?”
“I'm very good,” reply Rio very happy. Although thin, but it is seen in Rahma's eyes that the man looks healthier than before. “How about yourself? Already ok?”
“As you can see.” Rahma pulled out a chair to sit near her husband.
A few days ago, Rahma had reported that she had just had a miscarriage. It was only fitting that the man was so worried about his condition.
“Thank God then, may you recover soon.”
“Don't think of me, Brother. What matters to you yourself.”
“Do I need to get out?” tanya Hans felt bad with them, “good times want to chat just alone.”
“No need, Hans. I have something to talk to you about.”
“Wah, what is it? You guys make me curious.”
“I just want to thank you, because you helped open my mind yesterday.”
“Oh....it?” Hans was shy to reflex scratching his head, “sama-sama, Yo. it was just a simple message that I actually did not know.”
“Simple but influential. Try if you didn't wake me yesterday, I don't know what we are now.”
Rahma also thanked him, because the man also wanted to help accompany her husband to be here. The three talked to each other while sharing their experiences with each other, until like some time ago, Rahma slept last night in this place and Hans slept in the Hotel he had booked.
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