One Love Two Beliefs
Sorry I can't.

"Then what is the need, now Om and Mr Irwan want to meet me? haven't I been responsible for all of Riska's treatment and expenses for the past five years?" Abbas paused his speech for a moment, then said again. "Even I always transfer money when Mr. Irwan always terrorizes me with reasons for Riska's needs!" Abbas looked cynically at Mr. Irwan who seemed not to dwell on Abbas's words.

"Is it really like that, Mr Irwan?" tanya Om mahmud to Mr. Irwan. He did not expect all this time his nephew had given all the needs of the girl.

"Yes, that's absolutely right, Mr. Mahmud. That's all I do for the cost of Riska therapy. Do you know, all this time Riska always cried alone in the room. Twenty years is not a short time for him. Psychic therapy should be done every month. Feel sadness like this, live in darkness. When his age friends are married and get happiness.for school he chose home schooling!"

"When he was three years old, he had to lose his sight because of your father's negligence. Her cheerfulness seemed to disappear just like that, when conditions that could not see had taken a smile on her face all this time, Riska had been in her mother's residence since she was born. You will never feel all of his sadness. How devastated I feel as his father to see Riska's condition like this."

Abbas, Om Mahmud and Rio were still silent to let Mr. Irwan out his heart and anger all along.

"Last your father met me twenty years ago at Meilia Jakarta Hospital. He promised the marriage to Riska who was very small. You were about eight years old." Mr. Irwan looked at Abbas. Then he said back. "If until the age Riska enters twenty-two years still in blind condition. He'll marry you."

"Yes that's right, Om was there when your father spoke like that" Om Mahmud said.

Abbas shook his head. It's all unfair to him. "You can't manage my life just because of an agreement, I have the right to choose my life" Abbas replied disappointedly.

"I know that, but don't you have a little heart for my son. I've been kind to your father not to sue him back then. He begged me to forgive him, seeing you and your mother who had just come from the village back then" Mr. Irwan replied in an emotional tone.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was getting hotter. Rio could only listen to the speech after speech spoken from them. Without giving a solution because he felt he had no right to speak at this time.

"I thank you for that, Mr. Irwan, but I apologize for not being able to follow your agreement with my father. I will be in charge of all Riska needs, even I will seek treatment and other ways for her to see again." Abbas said sure.

"Until when? Until Riska loses her life again! I feel useless being a father. I once tried to match him with my co-worker's son, but they canceled unilaterally when they saw Riska's condition. That made my child's life spirit decrease, until several times tried to commit suicide. And now ... You must take responsibility for your father's mistakes! You heard ...!" Mr. Irwan stood up from his seat he was getting carried away by the emotions at that time, until he pointed at Abbas with a reddened face holding back emotions.

Om Mahmud and Rio also stood up to calm Mr. Irwan. This incident made them the attention of visitors who were there.

"Calm down, Mr. Irwan! let's sit down, we can talk about this all right!" Om Mahmud patted Mr. Irwan's shoulder gently while calming him down.

Mr. Irwan sat back on his bench. Rio gave the drinking water that was on the table to the middle-aged man who was still visibly holding back his emotions, his breath going up and down from yelling earlier.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away!" said Mr. Irwan after his anger subsided.

"No pa-pa, Mr. Irwan I can understand your feelings," said Om Mahmud.

Rio whose position was near Mr. Irwan thrust a drink back towards him but was subtly rejected by the middle-aged man.

"Thank you, kid! that's enough." Mr. Irwan raised one hand as a rejection to Rio.

"Oh yeah." Rio put the drink back on the table.

Abbas remained silent. When he was pointed out by Mr. Irwan, he was not repaid with anger. Only her eyes turned red and emotions held her back.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim" Abbas said slowly. His body leaned against the back of the bench while holding his head that felt dizzy thinking about this problem.

His feelings are uncertain at this time. Just now he felt the happiness of being able to express the feeling of love that had been harbored for the girl he loved. Hearing this news, his heart becomes a dilemma between his love story with Anna or the responsibilities he must accept due to the mistakes of his late father.

"Abbas, Om hope you think well of this matter, Om know how you feel. You are a filial son to those who are gone. But please think about Mr. Irwan's son's fate, son!" Om Mahmud advised Abbas and then patted his nephew slowly.

"Sorry Om, Mr. Irwan. As I said before. To marry Riska seems not to be able to, but to help all the needs and encourage her, I will try," Abbas said, looking down upon Mr. Irwan.

"You can get to know Riska first, you will feel the tenderness of her heart. Although he could not see but he was good at reading the Qur'an and sawed. I beg you, I don't want to lose him like his mother who has left us both in this world." Mr. Irwan spoke softly. Not feeling the atmosphere there even turned sad.

"One more time, I'm sorry, sir! I have a woman who will be preached. I'm sure your Princess will get the best match but not Me. You must be sure your soul mate, death, fortune are all in the hands of Allah SWT.

"Dad ...," call the young girl towards them. He walked slowly while holding the hand of a woman whose age is not far from Mr. Irwan, helping him walk so as not to be hit by the object in front of him.

The young girl who came with her graceful appearance. Hijab peach color and gamis with matching color make the appearance sweeter. Only one lack of it makes him unable to see the beauty of his own face.

"Yes, why, son! here ... sit next to Dad!" Mr. Irwan stood up and prepared a bench so that he could sit Riska.

"Thank you, Dad!" Riska sat with the father after escaping from the grasp of Bi Warni, the household assistant who had been helping Riska.

"Together, Son! Ris .. here is Abbas, the man who has been helping you with all your medical expenses!" said Mr. Irwan makes Riska's heart hate again.

Riska indeed felt the kindness of Abbas for having been responsible for him even just the last five years. Because Abbas only learned about Riska's condition from Om Mahmud.

Abbas also promised to continue to help all Riska's needs at that time.

Riska who initially looked radiant immediately turned sad. His little heart hated, remembering the words of his father, that the carelessness of Abbas' father had made him unable to see all this time.

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