Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 25

Fitri's heart was getting broken, so he could only quietly listen to the story of the brother.

“Tomorrow, I'll take you to mom's grave. Never mind, there is nothing you should regret. Currently multiply berTO’a for mother because that is all that is now needed by mother,” said Dina advising her sister.

Fitri was still flinching in his place. His mind drifted away thinking of his current life path.

“Do I have to stay here to accompany dad? Do I have to be honest with them about what I'm going through?” fitri's murmur in the heart.

“Dek, calm your mind. Go rest,” Dina said again.

Dina tried to persuade her sister not to dissolve in grief.

“Ya already, sister into first, do not daydream continue yes, Dek,” persuade Dina.

Dina stood up and stepped into the house, she returned to doing her job that had been neglected.

Shortly after Dina left him, Fitri stepped into the house, he entered the room he used to live in the house of his parents.

The mother-of-one began to lay her body down, she stared at the ceiling of the room as she continued to laugh at the thought of the steps she should take after this, she looked at the ceiling of the room as she continued to laugh at the thought of the steps she should take after this, he closed his eyes until he fell asleep tired of heart and soul.

Meanwhile, Dimas got word that his wife was no longer in his village, Dimas was furious with what Fitri was doing.

“Si wife*lan!” umpat Dimas is upset.

“What's up, Dim?” asked Fatimah astonished to see her son was angry in the living room, he had just returned from the stall.

“Fitri, Mom. He dared to leave this village without my permission!” replied Dimas in a tone full of anger.

Fatimah sighed hearing the Son's complaint.

“Do you know where Fitri went from this village?” ask Fatimah not to believe it.

Fatimah has not heard anything about Fitri's departure from the village because since morning he was busy with his work at home, he has not been out of his house at all.

“Everyone in this village already knows, Mom.” Dimas was upset that he felt unappreciated by his wife.

“Fitri goes there must be a reason, how to know your attitude that never comes home becomes the reason for him to leave. Mother has told you many times to solve your problems with a cold head, but you actually avoid the problem,” Fatimah told her son.

“Bu, he has done an indecent act, therefore I am reluctant to meet him,” replied dimas deliberately berkilah.

“If indeed you are reluctant to meet him, you can be grateful for his departure,” said Fatimah advising her son.

“But, Mom,-“ Dimas hangs his words.

He could not possibly express his intention to avenge his heartache on the mother. All the feelings in his heart were hatred.

“Let him go than he tormented hearts and minds here,” Fatimah said.

Fatimah is currently confused about who to defend, she does not know who to defend Fitri or her son because she herself does not know what really happened. She was doubtful of her husband and son's statements about Fitri's behavior, but she was reluctant to ask her daughter-in-law directly.

“If you want to improve your household, find out where it is currently,” said Fatimah giving advice to her son.

Dimas rubbed his face rough, he clenched his hands trying to hold back the anger that was in his heart.

He remembered Yanto.

“Did Yanto know of Fitri's departure?” mummified Dimas in the heart.

Dimas also stepped out of the house, he immediately rode his motorbike butut. He looked for Yanto at his house, grateful that he found Yanto sitting on the porch with his wife.

Dimas parked his motorcycle right in front of his best friend's house.

Yanto and Sinta throw one another a look at Dimas' arrival.

“Hai, Dim. Tumben you're here?” ask Yanto wonder.

Not usually Dimas finds himself until he gets home, usually if he needs to be with Yanto, Dimas will wait for his best friend at the stall.

“There's something I want to ask,” replied Dimas.

“Please sit, Bang,” said Sinta.

“Thank you, Sin,” said Dimas.

Sinta stood up and stepped inside the house, she gave Dimas space to talk to her husband.

“What's up, Dim?” ask Yanto again.

“Yan, do you know where Fitri is?” ask Dimas to Yanto.

“Mhm, when he's gone you've just caught the fog looking for him, when he's here you go anywhere?” ask Yanto cynically to his best friend.

Yanto was annoyed by Dimas' attitude towards his wife all along. Moreover, Sinta often tells the suffering of life that Dimas gave to his wife.

“Not that, Yan. As a wife she had to say goodbye to me when she left home,” said Dimas selfishly.

Yanto shook his head in disbelief at what his best friend had just said. Yanto is getting upset with Dimas.

Initially Yanto will tell the whereabouts of Fitri, but his intention was undone.

“Astaghfirullah, Dim. You realize no? Your actions to Fitri have really been delayed. Does he still have an obligation to ask you for permission?” ask Yanto.

Yanto is not out of thought for the change of his best friend at this time, he did not expect the more days the attitude and nature of Dimas really changed.

“Yan, you know where Fitri is now?” asked Dimas again urging his best friend.

“Why look for Fitri now, Bang? Why is Bang Dimas looking for Fitri when he has been subtly evicted by Santi?” Sinta heard the conversation Dimas and the husband, he felt furious at Dimas, finally he chose to come out and chimed in Dimas' words that seemed very selfish.

“Attack? What do you mean, Sin?” ask Dimas.

“Yes, Miss Santi raised the cost of contracting a house twice as much as before, in addition to her being equally not given a living by her husband, she said, he got a new burden so he chose to go away from your life,” said Sinta increasingly emotional.

Yanto held his wife's hand to not get carried away by emotions.

“But he never told me,” Dimas said in self-defense.

“How will he tell you Bang, you just never came home, if there is a problem it faced not run to the lap of your parents, Bang. It's the same cowardly and irresponsible man,” said Sinta could not bear to see the attitude of her best friend's husband.

Sinta vented all the resentment in her heart, she kept cursing Dimas conveying the pain he had incised in the heart of Fitri, her best friend.

“Sinta, stop.” Yanto tried to calm his wife who had been emotionally ignited.

Seriate…