WHY LOVE

Do not reject the Destiny

The caress of the delicate hand slightly shriveled it so soothing. The hand that once held her tiny body, led her to walk, accompanied her to study, until adulthood showed the way of goodness. Umi, the hand that rubbed the hair of the youngest child sleeping on her lap, channeled sincere affection. "Holy, two more days you're getting married, simple without a party, are you sure, son?"

The saint who lay with his eyes closed enjoys quality time with his mother, suddenly opened his eyes. The position was changed to sit side by side with Umi on her bed.

"God willing Umi, I've been steady with this decision, it's better simple. It is undeniable that yesterday's failure caused me trauma. What if the wedding party is planned, keeps failing again. I'm scared, Umi." Sutely answered.

"That is not to say, it is as prejudiced as the will of God. Istighfar, son."

Suci obediently obeyed the advice of Umi. True, do not get used to the heart and head filled with negative thoughts. The impact will cause fear and anxiety.

The sound of knocking on the door made the conversation stop. Rahma opened the door after Saints told her to come in.

"Ci, there's a guest." Rahma looked at Saints with a serious face.

"Who?"

"Sina." Rahma's reply surprised Saints. Suci looked at Umi as if asking for her opinion.

"Just meet. Hopefully he comes with good intentions." The wise words uttered Umi strengthened Saints to meet his guest.

Suci approached a woman who looked full body, sitting pensive in the living room.

"Eh."

The voice of Sacred Deheman made the woman look up. She Nisa, the wife of Rafa, stood out her hand.

"Hi Saints, how are you?" the stale greeting was thrown by Nisa with a haggard face and a clumsy smile. After answering Nisa's greeting, the Saint told her to sit down again.

The saint watched Nisa who lowered her head. Ever since she looked at him, her beautiful face was lethargic and pale. The look in his eyes was cloudy, implying there was a heavy burden being faced.

"Nisa, what's wrong?" Suci took the initiative to open the conversation because long awaited, Nisa still clenched her lips while bowed.

Nisa looked up, tears welling up in both eyes. "I am a shameless woman, having taken away your future husband. And now coming here to ask for your help-" with a trembling voice Nisa began to make her point.

"Nisa, don't reveal the past. I've forgotten it, I never thought you took Bang Rafa. It's all God's destiny," the Holy One calmly overcame. According to him, Nisa is not entirely wrong, she is fortunate to marry a man she has long liked. If you obey your ego, Mama Nur is the one who deserves the blame. He who had control made the decision at that time. But Saints chose to sincerely accept this as the way of life that must be passed.

"What can I help you with?" continue Sacred.

Nisa wiped away her tears that fell on her cheeks. "Rafa never stopped loving you until this very moment. Although he lives in his eyes but in his sleep he always deliriously calls your name." There was bitterness when Nisa said that sentence.

"Holy, I am currently pregnant with her child. And it's been three months Rafa left me to come back after you. I will try to be sincere if you guys want to unite again. But please don't divorce me. This kid needs his father's presence." The tears that had initially dripped were held back, now decaying unstoppably. Overflow with the weight on the chest that was pushed out, no longer crowded.

The saint left Nisa for a while to go to the kitchen. With a hasty step he returned with a glass of warm water and handed it to Nisa.

"Drink first, Nis. Calm yourself. Pregnant women should not have much thought." The saint who was now sitting by her side, rubbing Nisa's shoulders gave her calm.

"This is Nis. Throw away the thought that I'm going back to Rafa. Our relationship at that time was also over. The day after tomorrow, God willing, I will get married. Not with Rafa but with the man who has managed to fill the void." Slowly but clearly, Saints gave Nisa peace of mind.

The cloudy cloud that surrounded Nisa's eyes, slowly thinned away changing tinge of light published despair.

"I'll try to persuade Rafa. Later after Ashar come with me to the beach Alue Naga. I hope I can reunite you."

"I don't agree with your plan. Nico forbids you to go outside the house for your safety, Holy Mother. Your marriage is the day after." Malik refused the Holy's request.

Nisa's home. Currently Saints, Rahma and Malik were in the pavilion, discussing Nisa's arrival earlier. Later that afternoon the Saints will meet Rafa, and Malik resolutely refuses.

"Bang Malik, I want to settle matters with him. Let him not continue to bother me, so that we can live each other's lives in peace. God willing, I'll be fine." The Saints tried to persuade Malik. And asked him not to tell Nico. Finally after the pull, Malik agreed with the supervision and vigilance he would improve.

"Rahma, wait in the car with Nisa. I'll have a four-eye talk with Rafa." Sacred Lungkas.

After his death, Malik looked at Rahma, a beautiful yellow girl. "Rahma, the atmosphere of the beach is quiet or rame?"

"If the afternoon is enough. Many people saw the sunset. Bang Malik don't worry too much, Suci won't do anything." Rahma smiled looking at the anxiety implied on Malik's face.

The expected afternoon arrives.

Two cars headed to the beach. The Saints who drove with him were Rahma and Nisa. While Malik followed behind him, his men were already standing by first around the location pretending to be beachgoers.

A strong sea breeze struck the girl standing on the sand of the beach waving her veil and tunic, waving following the direction of the wind. He stared at the vastness of the blue ocean that seemed endless. The calm waves also bring the memories of his past back to present like the stage of a tancap screen that spread over the blue waves that broke rippling when hit the sand of the beach.

"Did you miss the atmosphere first, Saints?"

The familiar voice shocked the Saints from the daydream. A man came closer, standing at the receding sun.

"I brought you here to talk about the future. My future and your future!" Without looking at his side, Suci began to speak.

Rafa's face changed. He turned his body to face the Holy.

"You want to marry me?" rafa asked with a big smile.

"Bang Rafa, wake up. We are not destined to be friends. Your future is Nisa and your son. Take my name out of your heart, replace it with the name of your wife and son." Sacred stared intently at the former lover whose countenance had now changed, frowning yet to understand.

"Nisa is pregnant Bang Rafa. Return to him. A pregnant woman needs her husband's attention." Saints clarified his sentence.

Rafa shook his head."No-no, she's pregnant because she set me up. I fucked her unconsciously. I've got the mentality, Saints." As fast as lightning, the countenance that was present now turned furious. The shadow of a hot night with Nisa flashed across his head.

The saint heaved a heavy sigh. He tried to speak carefully. "That angrily spoken thing is NOT LEGAL!"

"Which wife is not sad and hurt, so long to live together but the husband does not want to touch it. So I think it's natural, she wants to be your wife completely Bang, not just status."

"He complained to you?" Rafa squinted his eyes.

The saint shook his head. "No. I was just expecting it. He came for the child he contained. He is willing to be polygamous if his son has a father figure. Is not your heart touched by his sacrifice hm?" The Holy Voice is no less loud with the sound of crashing waves that break the coral. Striking the deepest recesses of a Rafa who is now still fixated.

"Please, Bang Rafa. Learn to accept destiny. Brother of a good man, understand the science of religion, do not let faith be defeated by lust. Come back with Nisa, let me get married to Mas Nico." The saint clenched his hands in his chest. His heart did not break through prayer so that the man before him was aware.

From the direction of the car, all stared tensely at the two figures standing on the beach, in the middle of the traffic people who were walking around enjoying the twilight.

...Seriate...