Sensational Husband
One Hundred and Thirty Two
“Dad, if among us here no one opens his mouth to the events here, then there will be no villagers who know this incident,” said Mekka, so on, the woman's voice was no longer weak. “Mother is right, I do not need to force the love of Mas Azlan which is clearly not for me. Mas Azlan's heart has been filled by other women, and in his heart there is no more space for me. Then I prefer to retreat.”
Azlan did not have the heart to hear the confession of Mecca, but it was the best. He admired the greatness of the heart of Mecca.
“I told my father and mother about this to ask for opinions from my father and mother in solving my problems, that's all. I beg you, tomorrow morning, Father and Mother go home and do not need to say about this to anyone,” continued Mekka.
“You told us to go back to the village? Then what about you?” ask Veti.
“I'll stay in Jakarta. I was accepted to work for a big company. And I am sure that God has given me a fortune through my work to support my life here.I will live a decent life here.and believe me, I will be able to take care of myself. In this way, there will be no villagers who will know my condition and gossip our families. Tomorrow I will take care of my divorce with Mas Azlan.”
The view of Mecca now turned toward Dinda. “Mother, thank you for coming here to see us and talk about this matter carefully. Since morning Mother has been here with my parents just for my sake. Sorry, I haven't been able to give my best during my wedding with Mas Azlan.”
“Yes Allah Son, you are the best angel that God sent to Mother. Only, the path you take cannot unite you. Forgive Mother who can not give happiness to you through Azlan.” Our Lady of Dinda approached Mecca then hugged her tightly, her tears breaking again. He felt so guilty for abandoning the woman.
“Don't cry, Mother. Mother is not wrong, kok.” Makka took off her arms and wiped the tears on Dinda's cheeks with her plump fingers.
“You are amazing, son. Mommy is proud of you.”
Makka smile. His gaze then turned to the faces of his parents. “Dad, Mom, rest in the room. Tomorrow, Mom and Dad are back in the village. God willing, if my fortune is much, surely I will often send money to Father and Mother.”
Without saying a word, Anjas breezed towards a room.
Azlan and Mekka exchanged glances, until finally Dinda who started the conversation.
“Azlan, your sisters are in the room,” said Dinda. “They may be exhausted.”
“So, Mommy brought the sisters?” shock Azlan.
“Mother does not have the heart to leave them.”
“They're big, Mother. But yes already, Mother tomorrow does not need to come back to the village. Mother stay in Jakarta, I will find a house for Mother and sisters. Let the school sisters moved here. In this way, I will be able to easily meet the mother and sisters.”
“Ya. maybe so would be better.” Dinda's eyes are now turned toward Mecca. “Mekka, Mommy goes into the room first. Mother wants to rest.”
Mekka nodded with a smile.
After Mother Dinda, Azlan and Mecca exchanged looks.
“I want to talk, Mas,” said Mekka then he turned back and passed away to enter his room.
TB