Bitter Tongue In-Law
69. Life Lessons

"Arga, what's going on?" Bian touched Arga's shoulder gently. The man was still hiding his face behind the two knees that he was bending.

Arga raised his face as soon as it got a touch on his shoulder. His puffy eyes and face could not fool Nuna and Bian that he was so devastated today.

"You guys, you guys here? What happened to you, Bian?" Arga asked as if he was putting aside his grief and suffering. His hand wiped the cheeks that had been soaked by tears. His eyes were hot because he had been crying in silence for a few days.

"I'm accident. We should have asked you. Did something happen? Sit in the chair. Let's make it good to talk."

Arga forced himself to move and sit in a typical hospital long chair not far from him. After that Nuna gave a bottle of mineral water to the man.

"Listen Arga, I don't know what's going on and hit you. I just accidentally saw you here and cried. Whatever happens, be patient." Bian is talking.

"I don't know how to be patient, Bian. I lost two people at a time. I have lost a lot of people around me. Don't tell me to be patient" replied Arga limply and glaringly.

"Everything inside of us is hidden, Ar. Everything we have will come back to Him. It's true it's hard, but you can. Everyone will experience it. Must be strong, Ar."

Arga fell silent, it was true what Bian said. But he also felt on the other hand there was a winning karma he had to feel to pay for all the mistakes he had made.

He had once rejected a child who had been present in his wife's stomach. He still remembered very well how he refused and did not acknowledge his own flesh and blood. Plus he accused his own wife of deceiving him and other crimes he had committed. How wicked he was to his own wife.

If you remember the past, it is difficult to apologize to Arga. No matter how good Nuna is, she is also an ordinary human being who has pain and wounds. It is not easy to apologize to the figure of Arga who gave him a scar, even though he knows to apologize or not, it will still not change the past and future that he will not live.

Nuna was still silent, I don't know what she was silent about. For refusing to apologize or remembering the wounds that were once given.

Bian seemed to understand what the woman was feeling, he grasped the back of Nuna's hand gently. It was as if he was giving strength without saying a word. Hoping that with his touch it could give him more strength to just forgive without any other frills.

"To forgive me I've done it a long time ago, Ar. I don't have any revenge or anything. If you think I'm not giving permission to meet Cashel, that doesn't mean I'm not sorry. But indeed I was just avoiding something that reminded me of the wound. I hope you can understand this. Not all wounds can be lost because of forgiveness."

"Yes I understand. I totally understand. That's why I'm not going to mean you anymore. Thank you for being willing to apologize and now you have come to give strength. I've received the reward for the rejection I gave Cashel. I lost two kids. God seems to be giving me punishment. I've refused and disowned my biological son, and now God takes my other two."

"Take it as a sin-bender. You should be the same husnuzon above. God always has a way of realizing what His people need. And His ways are always beautiful. We are sorry for the death of your son. He will take you to heaven. Pray for him, this is the best way. There will always be wisdom in every disaster."

Shortly after, Bian and Nuna left. They left with a new lesson in life. Karma is not all waiting later, if God has willed, then in those moments also God sent down a vengeance that turned out to be very painful than we think.

"I'm proud of you, you can forgive someone who hurts you so easily even if the hurt and pain are still felt."

Nuna smiled slightly, "That's because I already have a replacement, I already have someone who will definitely be able to heal my wounds even though slowly. Thank you for being a medicine for me." Nuna wrapped her arms around Bian's neck and held her head close to the man's head.