Ustad Or Alkash?
Talaqs

A chic ayu doll scattered on the mat that was held. Located in a garden that is always beautiful has never changed until now. Reminds me of some childhood memories. A time when playing and having fun is a staple. Without it, it is less for every child.

Andin was sitting on the mat. Looking straight ahead. A look of the shadows of himself and Ziban Alkash which he considers a memory full of memories.

After that, he related all the events that occurred when he set foot for the first time in MAN 102 Bandung. Some things that once he considered as difficult to digest the mind, now answered already.

He still remembers me. Even remember me so much.

Andin drew a smile line on his lips. Remembering all the things he had missed with Ziban despite his unusual treatment.

Sometimes, something that is considered happy, will end in disappointment. Vice versa. Something that is considered sad, will end in a longing.

He seems to have been able to accept everything. Seikhlas. The maturity that Arga hoped for as a child, has matured after trials approached him.

"Ante?"

"Ante is looking at what? Why did Ante smile."

Elle looked back. He wanted to ascertain what Andin was seeing so that he made her smile like that. Andin realizes Elle's confusion over her.

"No Elle dear. Ante is not smiling."

"Ante, Elle's grown up. So, Elle's getting smarter."

Andin slightly brought his face closer to Elle's face.

"Oh yeah? How big is it?"

"This big, ante. Really big."

Elle formed an invisible large circle above her head, using her small hand.

Andin looked at Elle with a very sweet smile. It was like seeing himself in childhood. Nope. Not because the things Elle and herself experienced were commonalities. But Elle and her self are very fond of dolls. Dolls have an incredible appeal. And it means a lot. Then, now, and tomorrow to come. Andin sees Elle's attraction to the doll, just like her.

"May you have all the happiness in the world." (he said)

"What did ante say?" (asked Elle)

Andin responded to Elle's question with just a headband and a smile.

"Elle. Ante can ask you something?"

"Please ante."

Elle answered Andin's question without stopping to play her dolls.

"Did Elle love you so much?"

"Very very very, ante."

"Do you know what Elle's mom and dad are doing right now? Does it improve?"

Elle stopped playing her dolls.

"What does ante mean? Elle doesn't understand ante's question."

Instantly Andin patted his eel. He had just forgotten that, Elle was still too small to understand his speech.

"Dad..."

Elle shouted a father's name. Andin was still staring at Elle. He knew, Elle was looking at Zidan who was coming slowly closer to the two of them.

Zidan sat cross-legged on the mat. Andin threw his face in the other direction.

"What's dad's daughter?" (ask Zidan)

"Main dolls are the same as Ante Andin. You want to come?"

Suddenly Elle tugged at Andin's hand. He asked for something of help from her.

"Ante, please teach Elle's dad how to play with dolls, okay? Elle is hungry. Elle's gonna ask mom to feed Elle."

Instantly Andin stared at Zidan for a moment. He shook his head in refusing Elle's request. But Elle kept on seducing Andin. Andin was silent and did not respond or refuse Elle's request back.

Elle thanks. He was thankful for things you wouldn't do. He ran away from them, looking for his mother.

After Elle completely disappeared from eye range, Zidan reached for Andin's fingers and clasped them with both hands.

"Until when are we going to continue like this?"

"You're still my wife. You've never even done your job as a wife."

Andin let go of Zidan's grasp.

"And I understand your feelings very well. I know, it's not easy for you over everything that's happened."

Zidan closed his eyes. Remembering everything that happened at that time. He is very helpless. But he did not allow Olive to do low things even though she was helpless. At the time of his meeting with Olive at that time, Olive said something would be done.

And sure enough, Olive went to Diana's house and Elle stayed. He brought two thugs with him. Zidan had previously told people to keep an eye on Olive. Zidan's man, managed to prevent bad things from happening to Diana and Elle. He did know, the work done by Olive, would never bring good.

Zidan breathed out.

"You asked me to marry Diana. I've done it of your will, that,"

"Trust me, Andin. I don't love her. I just love you."

This time Andin dared to look into Zidan's eyes. He stared at her for a long time before she said anything. Andin seemed to disagree with Zidan's remarks.

"You don't have the right to speak, what is love? Who deserves love? And how that love is carried out. You have no right to mention the word love in front of me."

Andin threw his face back. Then he spoke again.

"You just need to learn what accountability is." (hereinafter)

Zidan closed his eyes again. Fully understand Andin's speech. Understand all the feelings he must feel due to him.

"I've accepted Elle as my daughter. I'll do everything for my daughter's happiness,"

"But..."

Zidan hung up his sentence. After a while, he continued his sentence.

"But I don't accept Diana as my wife. My wife is just you, Andin."

Zidan held Andin's cheek, then told him to face toward him.

"Look at my eyes. Look into the eyes of the man who has created sadness in your life. Look at."

Andin looked into Zidan's eyes. He let Zidan hold his cheek. They both look at each other. Read each other and interpret the sadness that is implied. Zidan reviewed the smile.

"Now I know. I love you so much. And you can look at my love. You once accepted and were ever willing to live life with me. Not anymore. There is not a single bit of love left. That's what I see in your eyes."

Andin was still staring and watching Zidan completely. His mind and his world this time were focused only on him. In him who is speaking. Zidan smiled again.

"Now I know what you need since you know my past."

Zidan slowly brought his face closer. The closer his face, so that no longer created the distance between them. Andin closed his eyes. Zidan held onto both of Andin's cheeks. Slowly fused her slightly quivering lips with Andin's thin lips. By applying a little pressure inward until their lips are perfectly united.

Zidan. Andin opened his eyes again. Both of them were dripping a clear circle in his eye sockets. They both know that this is the first and last thing.

"I'm your mentality, Andin Puspita Arga. Now, you're no longer my wife."

SERIATE...