Wrong Room

Seven Years

Fitri looked at Delia.

"Why are you silent? Do you mind marrying Dimas?"

"Emh.. E.." E.."

"Are you also in doubt because Dimas's attitude is still unstable?"

Fitri then clasped Delia's hand.

"Delia, listen to me. Actually I knew you'd come back to me, I knew the Word wouldn't take you back after the lies you've done, that's why I'm doing all this. After all you and Dimas are the biological parents of Shakila. She deserves the affection of both her biological parents, which is why I want you to marry Dimas. So how? You want to marry Dimas? Please throw away all your ego, think Shakila, this is for Shakila's sake because there is no more sincere affection than the affection of her biological parents."

Hearing Fitri's words, Delia began to shed her tears.

"Why are you crying, Delia? Are you afraid Dimas will behave badly with you? Aunty guarantees that after you marry your aunt will try to change Dimas to become a man who is responsible for his son and wife. We're both gonna try to turn Dimas into the one in charge, right?"

Slowly Delia nodded. Fitri also smiled to see Delia who began to obey her words. She then stroked Delia's hair.

"Delia, believe in aunty. One day you can love each other."

Delia nodded her head back. "Yes aunty" said Delia while wiping away her tears.

"Where is Shakila now? May I meet Shakila, auntie?"

Fitri smiled too.

"Of course you can meet him. You want to know where Shakila is now?"

Delia nodded as well.

"Let's come with me" Fitri said as she pulled Delia's hand out to walk into her house, then they walked towards Dimas' room.

"Shakila is inside."

"Together Dimas?"

Fitri nodded with a smile. Delia opened the room, through the opening of the door, and Dimas was holding Shakila in his arms, occasionally kissing Shakila and caressing her face. Delia smiled at Dimas's behavior.

"How's it?"

"I didn't expect Dimas to love Shakila so much" Delia said with a smile.

"And aunty is also sure, as time goes by she will love you. You will be a happy family." replied Fitri who made Delia blush embarrassed.

Fitri then opened the room. Dimas was surprised to see his mother and Delia were already at the door, they then walked closer to Dimas who was holding Shakila. Dimas also now looks wrong.

"Why do you look nervous, Dimas?"

"It's okay, Mom. Dimas was just startled suddenly someone opened the door."

Delia moved closer to Dimas.

"I want to carry her, I miss her so much."

"Yes." Dimas replied as he gave Shakila to Delia.

"It turns out he's very funny" Dimas said as Shakila was already in Delia's arms.

"Do you love him?" ask Delia.

"Emh...E.... It seems to be."

"Hahaha why should there be such a word? Do you have any doubts?"

Dimas also scratched his head that did not itch.

"Why are you so nervous Dimas? You don't have to be ashamed to say that you love Shakila."

"Emh... Yes, ma'am."

"Well, what's Dimas?"

"Manyai Shakila."

"Then what about her mother?"

"I mean mother?" asked Dimas while frowning.

"Shakila's mother, you also have to learn to love Shakila's mother because soon you're getting married."

"WHATAAAA??" yelled Dimas while glaring at his eyes.

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'Until when this guilt stops haunting me, the more days I feel tormented by this guilt. I'm sorry Aini.' Roy murmured inwardly and then kissed Aini's forehead.

"Mas, are you awake?" aini asked as she opened her eyes slowly.

"Yes, when I go to sleep suddenly I miss you so much that I wake up to see your beautiful face" Roy replied with a chuckle.

"Gombal."

"Here."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Are you happy to marry me?"

Aini hugged Roy. "What are you talking about? Of course I'm very happy to be married to you, you're the best man I've ever met, no one understands me better than you, mas." said Aini while tightening her arms at Roy.

'Here I am not as good as you think.' Roy murmured inwardly while smiling and caressing Aini's face.

"Thank you dear." replied Roy then brought his face closer to Aini's face.

"What do you want, Mom? It's morning, you're leaving for the office soon."

"Can't really?"

Aini smiled too. Roy began to smell Aini's neck and neck, but suddenly his phone rang.

"Just bother." grumbled Roy then got out of bed and took his phone on the nightstand.

"Is there anything Kenan called in the morning?" roy said while frowning. He then raised the call.

[Hello Kenan, what's wrong?]

[Roy, just now Leo called me.]

[Yes, what's wrong with Leo?]

[It's not about Leo but it's about you two.]

[About us? Why why?]

[Leo said last night that David's doctor called her, David's sister had just returned from overseas to complete her special program.]

[Then?]

[David has already talked about the matter with her sister, and her sister said that if Aini could still get pregnant, it's just that she needs to check on Aini's uterus first, it also requires intensive treatment.]

[Is that Kenan?]

[Yes, David said it.]

[Then can we see the doctor?]

[Oh for now he is not willing to work in the hospital because there is a personal problem that he will solve first.]

[Ja... So when can we meet him? Waiting until she works in the hospital.]

[No Roy, David's been trying to get you to meet his sister as soon as possible, later tonight at Rima and Drey's wedding, you can meet him there.]

[It's very nice of Kenan, tonight we'll definitely come to the party.]

[Yes Roy, tonight you have to come to the party.]

[Yes Kenan, thank you very much.] Roy answered and then closed the call. He then hugged Aini who had been beside him and heard his conversation with Kenan.

"Here, you heard it yourself, right? You still have a chance to get pregnant again."

"Yes mas. I can't wait to see that doctor tonight."

"Yes Aini, I'm sure one day you will be able to get pregnant again, you can definitely contain the fruit of our love both" Roy said as he lunged at Aini's body.

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Vallen stood up holding several boxes of cardboard, one by one he put them in a barrel filled with flames.

"These seven years were not a short time, nor did I know how to erase all this love and memory, my breath just felt so tight. Rayhan, I am not a good Muslim woman who like your family wants, no matter how hard we try, your family never likes me, hopefully you can live happily with the woman of your parents' choice. I am nothing compared to your wife. May you be happy." said Vallen, throwing away the last cardboard invitation of a man with a long hijab woman standing next to him.