
"We are happy without you!" hiss Laila was full of emphasis making the King clench his hands tightly. He did not expect that Laila would have the heart to say something very painful to him.
Are they happy without a king?
"Then what about me? Do you think I can be happy without you and the kids? I'm having a big problem, La. And I need you by my side!" firmly the King looked at Laila with eyes filled with hope and sorrow.
Laila gripped her robe tightly. He looked at the King with eyes full of hatred, it was good that the man spoke. It's like he's the only one in trouble.
"Then, what about me who needs you while you're pregnant? Where were you when I was in trouble because I became your mistress? Where were you when I was pregnant with your son and people called me cheap and my son a bastard? Over where? You think you need us?"
"We need you too! During the night I cried, prostrated in the middle of the night to beg for forgiveness for my sins so that my life was calm and the problems that were happening to me soon God lifted up! I pray that God will strengthen my back because the burden I carry is so heavy! Did I ever come back to the fields after you were kicked out, whining for help? No, right? Do you ever care what I've been through all this time?"
"No?! You only care about yourself!"
Laila vented all the pent-up emotions these few years. He did not cry in front of the king. Truly at this time the woman wanted the man before her to know all the difficulties and problems she had faced since the King dumped her.
Not because he wanted to make the King feel sorry for him. However, he wanted to let the King know that the woman was weak, difficult, and even near death, but he never came to the King again for help.
Instead he desperately tried to get up and stand on his own feet. To no longer be demeaned by people. He wanted to prove to the world that sinners could repent and change.
The king who heard all the complaints Laila could only be silent. His chest felt very tight, not knowing that the weight of the test that befell Laila.
It was not Laila alone who was crying, but, the King also shed his tears. Guilt tormented his heart, making him feel like a failure to be a good human being.
He had hurt Laila all the way to the deepest part.
"Sorry," the King cried out in a raucous voice. He settled Laila with eyes full of regret and sorrow. Unknowingly, the eyes of the two were staring. It expresses all feelings through that view.
Let the eyes speak this time. Both are equally guilty in the past, their status is also the same as sinners. Nor are they good people, because in fact the second is a former bad person.
Now he repented to be a obedient servant. But that does not mean making them holy angels without sin.
"I'm sorry, La. I-i'm sorry! I was wrong .. I'm selfish!" The king begged Laila for mercy to make the woman with all her might to hold back her tears from breaking.
Right now Laila's logic and heart are at war. The heart tells Laila to forgive the King, but logic tells Laila to hate the King.
His heartache has been years, he has not healed from the wounds. It's just that he pretended to be healed and forgot that his heart had been hurt.
Have someone like Laila? His heart was broken into pieces, but acting like a strong man was never injured.
This world is a stage play. Good people can act evil, and evil people are so good at wearing good people's masks.
The injured sometimes pretend strongly so that people around him do not pity or worry about him.
There are also people who are numb. Because he cried, but was yelled at once angry, but scolded back. Laila is now at her present point. Stupidly with others, the important thing is that happy children are more than enough.
Then, come the King back in his life making the feelings of anger, hate, sadness and hurt come back to the real surface.
"Sorry, La," repeated the umpteenth time King.
The woman immediately wiped her rough tears. Then he stared at the King.
"I try to forgive you!" reply Laila opened her voice.
"You need us, we don't need you. Hasn't it been nature's rule that he needs to go to the people he needs. Not the other way!" laila's sarcasm with her words made the King understand.
He nodded his head understanding. He would not force Laila to come to him. This time he can't be selfish.
As did Doni's advice. Women are sentient beings and should be acquired with feeling rather than compulsion.
"I understand. This time I will not be selfish! You also have the right to reject me!" reply the King with his hoarse voice. He immediately wiped his rough tears.
Shame she was actually crying in front of the woman she used to make cry. But, how else? God is fair, and everything we do is in return.
God does not like arrogant servants as if they do not need others. When a human makes another human cry, believe me! One day God will make man cry in front of the man he used to make cry.
Everything in this world has a price. Good will be returned good, evil will be returned evil.
"What is your turn to talk now?"
The king invited Laila to speak. The woman immediately gulped down the mineral water in front of her. To keep himself calm.
"Would you like to eat something?" bargain King who followed drinking avocado juice.
"No. We're here to talk not to eat," Laila replied coldly making the King sigh heavily.
This time, the struggle will be hard. He could not melt Laila's heart so easily.
"I'm straight to the point. Are you the one who came to Robiah's house, to cancel my ta'aruf with the twins' new father-to-be?" laila asked without further ado to make the King clench his hands tightly.
She dislikes it when Laila calls a new father-to-be for the twins. The king is a jealous man. Just overthinking it.
Like the artist, the King is Desta who is very possessive in his children. Especially the girls.
"If so, why? Do you want to get angry because you can't get married again? Look, La. As long as I'm alive, I won't let the twins have a father other than me. Don't want me to die fast because overthinking every day thinking the twins are happy with their new father is it? His new dad loves them, what do they do? Is he fair or not? No. .. don't want me. Just imagine I'm high blood!"
The king grumbled like a woman making Laila snort cynically. He tried to hold back his smile, because the King's mouth when grumbling like a mother-of-grant.
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