Dusk At the End Please
The Legacy of Bu Fatimah

Akhtar rushed to his residence which is quite far from the garden of the teacher's office complex if taken by foot.

He was half-running, hoping to arrive soon out of concern for the mother who called him in a trembling voice.

"Mom, Mommy....Ma'am", he said without knocking on the door and said his greetings first.

"Mom, Mommy.....Mom..hah.." Akhtar breathed a sigh of relief when she found her mother in the kitchen cooking to prepare for dinner.

"Assalamu'alaikum, son." said the mother insinuating the child who shouted to her since entering the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, I'm sorry Mom I'm in a hurry, worried about Mom", he replied while scratching his non-itchy nape.

Akhtar hugged her mother who was cooking from behind and leaned her chin on her shoulder.

"I'm worried Mom, I'm afraid something's going on with Mom" she whined

"You are, what did you think when you called earlier, huh?" ask the mother who felt the shock of the child who was hugging her. Fatimah's mother can feel if her child is not okay at this time.

"So I heard Mom's voice crying on the phone, I thought something happened to Mom. I'm afraid Mom is leaving again." she said in a sad tone.

Deg, Fatimah's mother was shocked to hear the words of her son, she did plan to ask permission for the son to stay away from this city to be hesitant, afraid the son would not allow, he said, afraid that his inner son would get hurt again.

Fatimah's mother was determined to leave and stay away from this city, she did not want to get back in touch with her past.

His existence here only made him re-connect with the past he had painstakingly buried. She does not want her presence in the neighborhood of the foundation to add new problems with the misunderstanding between her and her former best friend who is now the wife of her ex-husband.

The arrival of her ex-husband who submitted the papers proof of ownership of himself and his son over some assets turned out to be known by Sopia.

After the departure of her ex-husband from the house, Sopia did not come to see him for a long time. She asked for an explanation of the purpose and purpose of her husband's arrival to Akhtar's residence and met his ex-wife.

During this time it turns out Sopia told someone to spy on her husband and Fatimah's mother. She also learned that during Fatimah's stay in her husband's foundation several times told people to ask Fatimah to see her. And she also knew that today her husband came directly to Fatimah.

The news received from his men suddenly made him angry, without a second thought Sopia rushed to the Akhtar residence to meet Fatimah.

Tok.dok...

The sound of knocking on the door made Ms Fatimah wake up from her daydream, in her hand she still held the map left by her ex-husband earlier. Fatimah's mother immediately kept the map to her room, she did not want it known to others. He himself would tell his son.

Fatimah believed that the man who came was not her son, because if the son could not knock on the door hard enough.

Fatimah opened the door, she was again surprised when she saw the person before her.

"Sopia?" lirih.

"Yes it's me. Can I come in?" Sopia spoke formally.

"Please" replied Fatimah. He opened the door wider and let Sopia in.

"It is also the house, it is fitting that Akhtar always refused when I asked him to stay in the main house", said Sopia as if showing his attention to the son, he continued in front of Fatimah.

"Since she was independent, I believe you educated her well. Even if I end up guaranteeing all education and its future." - Sopia

Fatimah looked at Sopia sharply, she tried to dive into the meaning of Sopia's speech. He knew from a long time his best friend did have a hard character and wanted to win by himself. Many friends who did not last long were close to him. And only Fatimah was always patient and full of tenderness in the face of Sopia.

Sopia was comfortable with Fatimah, so they became close friends even like brothers. Fatimah has always been a good listener to every complaint of Sopia.

"I know Kang Furqan just came from here. I thought you understood what I meant here." explained Sopia.

Fatimah sighed, she began to understand the direction of Sopia's conversation and the intent of her arrival.

"Yes right, Kang Furqan just came here. He asked me how I had been all this time he apologized for everything that happened between us in the past." replied Fatimah honestly, but he did not say anything about the letters of the asset.

"That's all?" timpal Fatima. His tone showed that Sopia doubted Fatimah's answer.

"Sopia, you don't have to worry. Although we used to have a relationship, but it's been the past for me. A time that will never return in the present and in the future" Sopia explained.

"If you think I'm coming back for what you expected me to be, you're wrong. Until now I have been here only for my son. Akhtar my son." Fatimah said it with great emphasis.

"Good then, I believe you can make your words come true. I hold your word."

"But it seems like I can't trust Kang Furqan huh?" sindir Sopia's.

"I think Kang Furqan will still do a lot to get close to you. And I can't allow that" he said firmly.

"So you don't believe in your own husband?" ask Fatimah.

Sopia did not reply, she looked at Fatimah sharply. Although her age was already five heads towards six but did not make her aura of beauty fade. He always looks perfect, at first glance people will not believe if his age is almost twilight.

"I just don't want any thorns in my household. For many years my life has been quite calm and happy with my husband and my children. I even treated Akhtar well all this time. I don't want your presence to only disturb the peace and comfort of my family. I think you understand what I mean."

Fatimah just shook her head to hear all the words of Sopia. He did not get out of his mind so shallow the thought of his former best friend, maybe that's what has long made others not last close to him even tend to only take advantage of his wealth. And only Fatimah was always able to be patient with her, she always gave Sopia space to express herself.

"So what do you want?" ask Fatimah directly at the point.

" Haha....." Sopia laughed, she knew that her best friend was the easiest to trick.

"I'm sure you yourself know the answer" replied Sopia firmly.

"You want me to go?" ask Sopia to make sure.

"Yes, should I explain again? sentak Sopia's. Fatimah flabbergasted.

"I've made it clear that my existence here is only for the sake of my son. Don't you think from a mother's side? aren't we both a mother?" fatimah asked with great gentleness.

"I don't care, I said I do believe you but I don't believe in Kang Furqan. You know, you know,..." Sopia paused her speech, she closed her eyes for a moment.

"As long as I was his wife he never gave his heart to me. I do have his body but not his heart. In his heart there was only you Fatim, there was only you." Sopia's intonation began to rise

"Your name is always what he calls in every dream of his sleep, and I was sick to hear Fatim, I was sick. Even when I was in his arms, I fulfilled his desire but you were in his murmur." Sopia stopped her speech again, her eyes began to condense.

"I hate that Fatim, I hate that. I hate Kang Furqan who still loves and remembers you, I hate you who got so much love from Kang Furqan. What is more you? what is my lack? All this time I've given everything to Kang Furqan. I always look beautiful in front of Kang Furqan. But all that didn't interest him either, because in the end it's just your name that he calls even in every release. I hate it Fatim, I hate it, I hate you."

Sopia cried out hysterically as she said everything, her breathing appearing to go up and down faster. His face reddened, his eyes dewy until he finally broke the levee. Sopia sobbed the sedan after revealing all of her heart contents. It seems how fragile he is.

Fatimah looked, her body stiffened. His tongue was mute, his tears were flowing just like that, a sense of pity bursting out.in his chest. He had not expected that Sopia had been harboring everything herself all along.

Behind his arrogance turned out his soul remained fragile. The other side of Sopia known only to Fatimah. Only in the presence of Fatimah Sopia could reveal all of her heart. He shed all the pride that was inherent in him and appeared to be himself.

The atmosphere of silence, sometimes only the sobbing sound of two women who were once friendly. They still enjoy each other's inner wounds.

A long time of silence, Fatimah realized she was too carried away until the shadow of the past she had buried deep again shadowed her. Soon he tried to neutralize his mood.

"Sopia.." he called her shrewd.

"No Fatim, I won't budge. I don't believe in what is called karma. Kang Furqan is mine he will be mine forever" he said in a trembling voice as his tears continued to flow.

Fatimah took a deep breath, trying to re-neutralize her feelings.

"I'm going to go Sopia!" said steady.

Sopia's cries stopped. He drew near to Fatimah.

"Are you really going?" tanyanya sumringah's.

Fatimah nodded her head in affirmation, Sopia hugged Fatimah tightly.

"Thank you Fatim, thank you. I know you can at least see me grieving." Sopia shamelessly said.

He stood up from his seat, tidying up his clothes and makeup which were disheveled due to his actions just now.

"Fatim, I hold your words anyway, I believe you will make your words come true. You know I can do anything if you break your promise." he said firmly.

Sopia put on her sunglasses and walked towards the door, she came out haughtily without caring for someone who was always killed because of her ambition.

Fatimah only rubbed her chest, many times she was privileged. It turns out that Sopia is still Sopia, selfish, full of ambition and always wants to win alone.

"He quipped, but his insinuations fit for himself." murmured Fatimah exclaims.

Fatimah immediately cleaned up the mess that occurred due to Sopia. He didn't want Akhtar to catch him.

When it was late afternoon, Fatimah immediately took ablution to perform Ashar prayers, the presence of Sopia made him miss the time of Ashar Prayer for more than an hour. After the atmosphere was felt to be conducive, Fatimah reached for the device she kept at a small table near her bed. He dialed the son's number.

***

The drama-filled cooking was finally over. During cooking Akhtar continued to stick to Mother Fatimah. He did not move even a little from the kitchen as if afraid of the mother leaving.

"In the meantime maghrib, we pray together at home, son? After that we eat." pinta Bu Fatimah.

Akhtar just nodded, he coolly chewed on the Mother's fried tempe that he comot when he was just lifted from the frying pan.

After dinner, Akhtar and Fatimah's mother sat in the living room. Akhtar turned on the television to accompany them.

Fatimah's mother looked at her son, trying to look at the look on his son's face. He wanted to make his point when the state of the son was completely calm. He did not want Akhtar to misunderstand his wishes. But he was not able if he had to be honest about the arrival of father and mother Akhtar continued.

"Son.." said Fatimah hesitated...