"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 13

A Jeep Wrangler Rubicon crossed the road at a moderate speed, there was a pair of people who were on their way home from a party.

Humairah's clothes became dirty due to an incident at the birthday event that he attended a while ago, this woman did not stop laughing when Daffa played and remembered the story of her childhood school together with Alif Humairah's unusual husband.

"Stop kidding Daffa, my cheeks have been cramping with laughter since. You guys are really funny," said Humairah while holding her cheek which continued to feel amused to want to laugh again.

Daffa smiled glancing at Humairah in silence, he was happy that he was able to change the tense atmosphere of the embarrassing incident that happened to Humairah when at the party was a smile and even laughter that rose during their journey home.

Humairah seemed to read a message from his phone, then turned to Daffa who was caught staring at him.

"Mas Daffa?"

"Oh yeah? Why Humairah?"

"Hmmm, would Daffa mind taking me home to my parents? Mother sent a message to stay there tonight," Humairah said although hesitant because their direction had passed the road to Aini's mother's house.

"If it can't be okay, I can go down in front. I'll just take a taxi online."

"Who says I can't, I'll take you anywhere you want to Humairah, don't hesitate even long distance though," replied Daffa confidently.

"Gee.... Mas Daffa is not only good but also humorous, maybe Daffa's girlfriend will not stop laughing if it's like this."

Daffa just smiled awkwardly, he rubbed his neck that was not itchy, in his heart he felt embarrassed because he did not have a girlfriend like what Humairah said earlier. Daffa is a male voter in terms of women.

During the trip they decorate by exchanging thoughts about the flow of music, about the musical instrument they are in, to stories about the favorite animated films of Humairah, the two exchanged their respective childhood stories.

Without Humairah realizing he had even forgotten that he was not okay about household affairs, Daffa was quite instrumental tonight. It did not feel like they had reached them in the simple courtyard of Ihsan's father and Aini's mother.

"This time don't want to stop by?" tawar Humairah is stale.

"It's late, I'm not good to see any more neighbors here already know you're married to Alif, later people will gossip you if there are other men to meet."

Humairah was silent, he only realized his current position, he nodded in agreement.

"Oh I had even forgotten that already married to Mas Alif, mas Daffa is good at distraction."

Daffa blushed his face.

"True, what would the neighbor say if I didn't come with my husband, hmmmm ok well thank you for the ride, be careful driving! Thank you so much for tonight at Daffa"

They separated, Humairah entered the house after Daffa's car had left. There was no meaningful conversation with her parents tonight, just about the question of why Humairah's clothes can get dirty full of sticky creamy cake.

The next day, Humairah celebrated his 21st birthday with his mother's father, they always celebrated the three with a big meal at home like in previous years, if last year they also present Lola and Aji who will not be left behind if the business of eating, but this time it is not, Humairah deliberately did not invite his two best friends because of the internship that has taken up a lot of their time.

"Humairah," called Aini's mother to her daughter who was lying in her maiden room.

"Yes ma'am" replied Humairah who had originally been lying down, he sat himself on the edge of his single bed.

Aini's mother handed her a box, Humairah developed a smile, Humairah is looking forward to this day where she will open her childhood memory box which the mother promised as her birthday gift this year.

"I'd even like to go back in time ma'am, a period of carefree play, not thinking about anything, not thinking about the endless problems of adults."

Aini's mother chuckled, "Open up, don't be forced to remember anything.... You'll be sick again, won't we promise this?"

Humairah nodded her head, started to open the box Humairah covered her mouth and hugged Aini's mother tightly.

"Thank you mom, you keep this well until I grow up."

Aini's mother smilingly rubbed her daughter's back, there was a pain in her chest if she recalled a glimpse of what had happened in their past.

"May you come out? I think you want to enjoy the nostalgia of this memory box yourself."

Humairah nodded again, he was really happy when he saw the contents of the box. After Aini's mother came out immediately Humairah unpacked all the contents, her smile expands when she saw her small clothes first which was her last clothes when separated from her biological parents, although not remembering but Humairah can feel the memories until now.

Until Humairah found a necklace with a heart-shaped pendant about three inches in size, he grabbed it and opened it slowly his eyes caught a picture there, there are two photos that each occupy the pendant room.

Humairah furrowed his forehead, the young face of a man seemed familiar to him. Humairah thought hard to remember where he had met the man in the picture, but he could not explain it.

Then the image of the woman who was similar to him at this moment, the same round face. Black eyes with the shape of the nose is quite similar. Making Humairah rise from the bed, he walked quickly to meet his father and mother who were chatting casually.

"Mom, I'm sorry I interrupted you. My mother accidentally found this necklace in the memory box. Is this mine too?" point Humairah at the necklace in her hand.

Her father and mother looked at each other, in her heart Aini's mother cursed her carelessness that kept the necklace there.

"Darling?"

"Mother please, explain to me. I know this can't be possible without reason being in my memory box, look at this woman's face is she my real mother? We look like ma'am, even very similar."

Humairah urged his parents to talk, they seemed to change his face when asked Humairah made the wife of Alif grew suspicious.

"Okay, baby, let's sit down. I'll be honest with you. Yes they are your parents, your real parents."

Humairah dropped her tears, "Mom knows them? You don't say if you know my real parents all this time," inquire Humairah who has the ability to read the look of his adoptive mother's father.

Ihsan's father grabbed the hand of his daughter to sit beside her, the man started saying something that was the reason they had been silent all along, one of them is due to the trauma experienced by a small human until some of his past memories can not be remembered in the slightest.

"Mom doesn't want you to get sick anymore Humairah, understand, now you've seen the necklace. They're your parents, don't ask anyone else."

Aini's mother looked sad, Humairah could not bear to see her. Breathing in Humairah finally relented not to force her mother's father to explain something that looked suspicious.

He went back to his room and laid himself in bed again. Staring for a long time as if remembering the man in the picture, the man he felt he had met but Humairah could not remember where they met, it was a picture of his father. Her real dad.