Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 27

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Fatimah when she had arrived in front of Sinta's house.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” replied Sinta from inside the house while stepping towards the door and opening the door for Fatimah.

Sinta was surprised to see the guests who came to her house.

“Eh, Miss Fatimah, come on in, Mom,” take Sinta to the middle-aged woman who suddenly came to her house.

Fatimah stepped in and sat in the living room.

“Bent a minute, Mom. I'll get you a drink first,” said Sinta mince words.

“Eh, no, Sinta. Don't bother, I came here just for a while,” said Fatimah blocking Sinta who wants to make the sweet.

“Truly, Bu?” sinta said just a pleasantries.

“Iya, Sin. There are people who want to ask you,” said Bu Fatimah.

“About what, Bu?” ask Sinta curiously.

“Mom just wanted to know, did Fitri ever tell you about her household problems?” ask Ms. Fatimah to Sinta frankly.

“Mhm, Fitri problem yes, Bu?” lirih Sinta.

He felt sad when he remembered Dimas' treatment of his best friend.

“Iya,” ogre Bu Fatimah.

“It is true that Fitri always comes here to share the bitterness of the life he experienced,” replied Sinta honestly.

“Can you tell me what has been told to you,” pinta Bu Fatimah pleaded.

“Alright, Mom. I will tell what Fitri has told me,-“ Sinta began to tell what Fitri had told her.

Taka da none that Sinta hid, he snegaja told what Dimas' father had done to Fitri.

Fatimah covered her mouth in disbelief when she learned of her husband's actions towards the daughter-in-law.

“What are you saying it is, everything is true SInta?” asked Fatimah still did not believe.

“Bu, my own mother who asked me to tell a story, if you do not believe what I tell you, you better not ask me,” said Sinta offended by the question in-law of his best friend.

“Sorry, Sinta,” said Ms. Fatimah regretted the question she had just asked Sinta.

“It's okay, Mom,” said Sinta trying to review the smile on her face.

“Then do you know the existence of Fitri at this time?” ask Ms. Fatimah.

“The problem of Fitri's whereabouts at this time, I have not been able to tell anyone, I will ask her permission, whether it can tell Mom about her whereabouts,” replied Sinta.

“Ya already then, thanks for the information,” said Bu Fatimah.

After that, Fatimah said goodbye to Sinta.

“Sama-sama,” Shrink Diska.

Fatimah came out of Sinta's house, her heart raging. She walked over to the house, she was really disappointed by what her husband did. Decades they were together, now he betrayed his love, and even to his son-in-law.

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In the afternoon before evening, Dina accompanied Fitri on a pilgrimage to her mother's grave.

“Bu, forgive Fitri, Fitri has hurt my mother, maybe the suffering that Fitri now can is karma does not listen to what I say, Fitri please, Mom. Do not hate Fitri, hiks,” isak Fitri in deep wounds.

Dina only noticed what her sister was doing, she embraced the shoulder the sister gave strength to.

Dina let her sister cry in front of her mother's meal so that the sister could vent the tightness in her chest.

After that, he also read do’a asking God for forgiveness for his sins during this time and promised do’a so that the mother gets the best place on the side of God.

“Yes Allah, O my Lord, forgive my sins and the sins of my mother. Please give him the best place by your side. Please keep away from the torment of the sepulchre and the torment of the fire of hell. Meet us in Your survey later, Amin ya Rabbal ‘Alamin,” lirih Fitri.

He again rubbed his cheek moistened by a clear circle that fell just like that.

After that, Dina and Fitri left the tomb of the mother's grave. They rode a motorcycle driven by Dina.

“Kak, already want maghrib we just look for the mosque while resting,” Fitri said to the brother.

“Iya, Fit. Soon maghrib time comes in,” said Dina.

They immediately looked for a mosque to pray Maghrib, Not far from the cemetery there is a mosque with a simple but very comfortable building there.

Dina stopped her motorcycle and parked it in a two-wheeled parking lot available in the courtyard of the mosque.

They got off the motorbike and stepped towards the ablution. After wudu they sat for a while while waiting for the time Maghrib entered.

Fitri began chanting remembrance to calm her shaken self with what happened to her. Dina also followed what her sister had done.

They continued to ponder until the azan maghrib reverberated. They performed the Maghrib prayer in the mosque.

“Kak, we are here first until entering the time isya, yes. I still want to calm myself down,” pinta Fitri to the brother after they perform the prayer maghrib congregation.

“Yes, nothing. The important thing is that you can calm down, Dek.” Dina agreed to the sister's request.

Dina looked at the sister, there was a pity now enveloping her soul towards the sister. Dina felt that Fitri was facing a heavy maslaah, her deep sadness not only because of the departure of her mother.

“Entai what problem you are now facing, Dek. I hope you are strong in dealing with it,” murmured Dina in the heart.

While Fitri was still solemnly performing the circumcision prayer and reciting, Dina opened her phone and sent a message to her younger brother to come to their parents' house, Dina informs Fitri's arrival to Riyan.

After praying the two brothers came out of the mosque, they stepped towards their motorcycle parking lot.

“Fitri,” said someone approached them.

Fitri mendnegar voice that taka sing in the ear just called his name.

Fitri turned her face towards the origin of the voice.

“Rey, are you here?” tanya Fitri was shocked when he said Reyhan was also in the same mosque in his country.

“Hey, Sister Dina. How are you?” reyhan asked his former sister-in-law.

Dina linked her eyebrows together, she was trying to remember the man before her at the moment.

“Ka-you. Rey-han?” lirih Dina made sure her memory was not wrong.

Reyhan smiled at Dina and Fitri alternately.

“Iya, Brother. How's it going, Brother?” reyhan asked Dina who had not answered her question since.

“Alhamdulillah, I'm good. You how are you?” ask Reyhan.

“Alhamdulillah , good too.” Answer Reyhan.

“Where to, Brother?” ask Reyhan to Dina.

“You go home, Rey,” replied Dina briefly.

“Where to, Brother?” ask Reyhan again.

Seriate…