Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 39

"Rasya, we go to Aunt Sinta's house, yuk!" take Fitri to her daughter.

“Ngapain to it, Bun?” ask Rasya.

Instantly the girl stopped her activities when the mother invited her to chat.

Much different from his attitude towards his real father.

“Main aja, all of us take your motorcycle. Let it be later if Rasya wants to go our way there is a motorcycle,” replied Fitri.

“Oh that, yes already. Come on, Bun.” Rasya stood up and walked over to his mother.

“The price can bring the doll, Bun?” rasha asked for permission to bring her toys.

Once they were ready, Fitri came out of the house. Then she took her daughter's hand and stepped towards Sinta's house.

When they were in the middle of the road, many people's eyes looked strangely at Fitri.

“Eh, Fit. You still want to come here after what Dimas did,” said one of the mothers who crossed paths with Fitri.

“Hah? What is Bang Dimas doing, Mom?” ask Fitri.

“Mending you ask directly to your husband, so that the effect is not Slanderous,” replied the mothers.

Fitri linked her two eyebrows confused.

“Already yes, Fit. You ask directly to your husband later,” said the mothers again.

Then he left Fitri who looked confused.

“What exactly does Bang Dimas do?” fitri's murmur in the heart.

Fitri continued to continue in her footsteps despite the many eyes that were staring at her with a hard to interpret gaze.

She hastened her pace, Fitri will question what happened when Fitri was not in her husband's village.

Tok to tok.

Fitri knocked on the door of Sinta's house when she was in front of her best friend's house.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Fitri,

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” replied Yanto from inside the house.

Yanto opened the door of his house, he was shocked when he saw the wife of his best friend was already in front of his house.

“Fitri you when to come?” ask Yanto wonder.

Yanto was shocked because last night he still saw Dimas enter Susi's house, so Yanto thought Fitri was still in his village.

“I just arrived yesterday, Bang. Oh yes, is Sinta's sister home?” ask Fitri.

“Mhm, Sinta go out for a while, you just wait, first,” said Yanto.

“Mhm, Sinta long time no, Bang?” ask Fitri.

Fitri felt disinclined to be in the house with her husband's best friend.

“Looks like he's coming soon, if you want to wait, please sit,” said Yanto let Fitri sit on the porch bench of his house so as not to slander between them.

“Alright, Bang.” Fitri brought Rasya to sit on the available chair in front of Sinta's house. ‘

He hoped that Sinta would come quickly, so that he would not feel reluctant there with Yanto.

Before long, Sinta came by using his motorcycle.

“Fitr! When comes?” sinta cried surprise when she saw her best friend had sat in front of her house.

Sinta parked her motorcycle, then she rushed over to Fitri. Sinta immediately hugged her best friend's body tightly.

“I miss you,” pekik Sinta hysterically.

“Sama brother, I also miss you,” Fitri reply.

Fitri was happy to hear Sinta's words, she felt moved. In her husband's village there are still good people who consider themselves meaningful.

“Come, login! Why are you waiting outside?” sinta said after she let go of her embrace from Fitri.

“Not good, Brother. There is a brother,” replied Fitri honestly.

“Very beautiful, how are you?” tanya Sinta approached Rasya who was holding her favorite doll.

“Good, aunt,” Rasya replied by putting on a cute face.

Sinta smiled at Rasya's reply.

“Aduh, the doll is very beautiful,” praise Sinta when seeing the doll embraced by Rasya.

“Om Iyan who bought it,” Rasya said cheerfully.

“Who is it?” ask Sinta.

“Stool,” said Fitri answered Sinta's question,

“Oh that, yes already, let us enter!” take Sinta, please,

They also stepped into the house.

“Bentter, yes. I put my groceries briefly into the kitchen,” Sinta said then stepped into the kitchen.

At once Sinta made a cup of hot tea and filled the food jar with the snacks he bought earlier.

After that, Sinta brought her to the living room so that they could chat casually.

“Lho, why bother anyway, Brother?” Fitri felt bad.

“Not bothered, really. You also usually come here,” said Sinta.

They were chatting, at first they were just asking each other for news. However, after that Fitri remembered what the mothers said while on the road to Sinta's house.

“Eh, sis.” Fitri switched the conversation.

“What's up?” Sinta scrunched her forehead.

“Mhm, earlier when I walked here someone said, I still want to come to this village when the behavior of bang Dimas to me is not good. Bang Dimas has done what, anyway?” ask Fitri curious.

Sinta was silent for a moment, at first Sinta did not want to convey what Dimas had done. Sinta finally told her what had happened to her best friend.

“Astaghfirullah, he has already**na?” fitri did not believe it.

When Fitri's heart was shattered, she was disappointed with the husband's attitude, she did not expect her husband who had been accusing her of cheating turned out to be the one who had committed treason.

Clear circles are now beginning to wet Fitri's cheeks, her heart wound is now starting to hurt again, the shadow of Dimas' behavior before Fitri leaves the village back across his mind.

“Already, pity Rasya,” softly Sinta while looking at Rasya who is still fun playing her doll.

“I didn't expect him to do this, just pantesan mala mini he didn't come home. Surely he slept at the house of his second wife,” lirih Fitri held back his sobs so that Rasya was not surprised.

"It's a test, Fit. You have to be patient" Sinta tried to comfort Fitri.

"If I had known this, brother. I'm not going to come with him back here. Rather than my heart being tormented here I would rather take care of my father who now lives alone at home" Fitri said.

"What do you mean, Fit? Where's your mom going?" ask Sinta wonder.

As far as Sinta is concerned, Fitri still has both parents.

"Mom is dead, Brother." Fitri was crying again.

He remembered the deep sorrow when he had just arrived at his parents' house that time.

"Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi raji'un" Sinta said in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Fit," said Sinta again.

"Yes, Brother," said Fitri.

Fitri tried to wipe his tears which now began to continue to pour out rapidly.

This time he was unable to withstand the pain that had already torn his heart.

"Mother" said Rasya.

The little girl was sad when she saw her mother crying.

Fitri hugged Rasya tightly.

Seriate...