"Share Love" 1 Heart 2 Ayesha

Chapter 51

Humairah wiped the tears as he wanted to complete his pilgrimage at the tomb of Ihsan's father, the land that was still red the grave sign was not long ago.

"I'm going to graduate tomorrow, if it wasn't for the hard work my father supported me in college maybe tomorrow wouldn't exist."

"Dad is the best father I have ever had, forgive this Aisha of yours who has not been able to fulfill your service perfectly, I believe God will put father among the elect, Love You father."

Back Humairah wiped away her tears which had even made her eyes become swollen.

Humairah really does not remember anything at this time, even to remember when his father died he could not even see from the tomb of his father had not long left Humairah for a long time.

His eyes turned to a tomb just two meters from the tomb of Ihsan's father. Siti Aisyah was inscribed on her tombstone, Humairah thought it was the tomb of another person who died on the same day when she saw the same date of death as the day Ihsan's father died.

Sow flowers, then gently rub his father's headstone while praying. Humairah stood hugging papa Imran who was faithfully waiting for him since earlier.

"Don't be sad, we can't delay if it's time to go home, your father our good man prayed that the deceased be received by God's side," said papa Imran rubbed the back of Humairah who still seemed to tremble because of crying.

The middle-aged man's eyes also pointed at the tomb that read Siti Aisyah, his heart airy at this moment because there was no burden he had to think about his adopted son, who was a child, let Siti Aisha be the business of Allah.

Will not every act be held accountable? Papa Imran let go of his anger, let go of the desire to repay him for the actions of Mayang who had been evil to his daughter since childhood even almost killed Humairah the other day.

But there is also a sense of compassion when knowing the end of the history of his adopted daughter, must end horribly with suicide.

Surely a man without faith could do this, and therefore also papa Imran recounted what Mayang had done to his family and forgave the woman on the day of her death, let it be the responsibility of Mayang himself who has faced the creator.

"When?"

Humairah. They came out of the cemetery area and immediately entered the car intending to one of the kebaya sewing houses that were a subscription to Mama Rania when it was still there. Humairah ordered and sewed his graduation kebaya there.

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Tomorrow.

The time has come for students who have successfully completed college to celebrate their success in passing various meaningful lessons and experiences over eight semesters for a bachelor's degree.

The anticipated day, the happy Humairah could finally be finished even faster than his fellow class, becoming the best graduate as well. Although sad still approached when remembering his father and mother could not be present on that historic day.

But again Humairah did not lose his gratitude, because his biological father was present and present at this time. Humairah's greatest happiness can be to return to her biological parents after a dozen years of separation. Papa Imran. Happy too when Lola and Aji are present despite not being able to enter the building.

All the procession goes smoothly until his name has also been pinned a valuable title for Humairah accompanied by his father who is so proud to come forward because the predicate of the best graduates gets the privilege for his parents to rise to the podium received tropy and award prizes from the campus.

Time to party after all the mandatory graduation procession is carried out, there are singing along with some who are busy taking pictures of the sanity of the graduation moment. But Humairah chose to get out of the building, he and papa Imran approached Lola and Aji who greeted Humairah with excitement.

"Papa will call for a while, office business seems important," said papa Imran pampit to stay away from Humairah and his two best friends.

Humairah nodded, then she started to focus with Aji and Lola looking at her in awe, they hugged except Aji.

"Goodbye, my dear, you're really awesome Humairah. Perfect," said Lola hugging Humairah again with anxiety.

"Thank you my dear, my only friend from college to college."

"I'm not included?" ask Aji.

"You too" replied Humairah.

They dissolve in the action of the photos, until Rasya comes to approach with a bouquet of pink roses favorite Humairah first.

"Hi."

Humairah smiled to find Rasya had indeed come today. He received the flowers that Rasya gave him.

"Thank you so much for coming."

"Yes sorry, I haven't followed since the start of the procession" Rasya replied unpleasantly.

"No problem, thanks for the flowers I like."

Rasya looked at Humairah rather gloomily, he was quite sad if he could not see Humairah to campus again after this.

Aji and Lola step away for a moment letting Rasya and Humairah talk.

"Don't want to capture my graduation moment?" tawar Humairah smiled.

"Ah yes.

They took pictures with their phones in turn, a perfect Humairah smile adorning some of the pictures they took.

Seeing that Alif could only look at the bouquet of bright red roses that he was holding at this time, Alif was late until Humairah first received flowers from another man. The man whom Alif considered a snot child who had not understood anything about life, Rasya was already like a younger brother to him because of his friendship with Daffa.

Not long ago there were several other graduation friends who were Rasya classmates who had scholars invite them to take pictures again in a crowd, although Rasya awkward but he just follow even though only himself who does not wear toga.

Back Alif saw Humairah smiling widely showing his teeth neat and white facing the camera, smiling happily without burden with the other graduates.

Alif looked at her long ago from a distance, a smile Humairah unharmed, a wound she often inflicted when they were together even from the beginning of the marriage.

Corn marriage where Alif began to scratch wounds on his wife, claimed to have a lover and forced Humairah to share with other women while thisai was still flushed in the nails of Humairah at that time.

When they were newlyweds. Wounds that will continue to imprint at any time, Alif knew he was not forgiven, especially when he received an offer Daffa to exchange Humairah with a sports bike of his dreams.

Now everything is black and gray, his heart, his feelings, when Humairah insists on parting and now the dream woman prefers to forget him in the trauma that Alif is also involved in. The dissociative amnesia that Humanity is experiencing turns out to be more painful than anything for Alif at the moment.

As now he can only look at the happiness of Humairah from a distance, spending time just to follow where Humairah went, disguised as a taxi driver, even willing to wait for his wife out of the house just to see the face of Humairah.

Rasya looked at Humairah as he asked, "Are you waiting for someone?"

Humairah shook his head, "Okay, I just feel less today" replied Humairah who still sees people passing by in front of him.

"Sad.... Don't tell me that even if you lose your memory you're still looking for that jerk," Rasya muttered annoyed, but not heard clearly by Humairah.

"You said something?"

"Yes, I guess you just feel less of your mother's presence."

Humairah smiled faintly, "Yes, I feel a lot is lacking in this celebration. My father, my mother."

Humairah seemed to wipe the pooled clear granules ready to spill in the corner of his eyes.

"And he," continued Rasya slowly, but Humairah heard it.

Rasya did not answer a boy came whether it was a child who approached Humairah and gave a bouquet of red roses with congratulations on it.

"Hi honey, are you wrong?" humairah asked confusedly as she saw the boy giving her flowers.

"Any brother named Aisyah Humairah?"

Humairah immediately nodded although still confused.

"So I'm not wrong people, it's a flower for you."

Humairah smiled, "Really?" ask Humairah again while accepting.

"It's a gift from someone who asked me to give it to you, a cowardly man who admired you from a distance," replied the boy innocently according to what Alif had ordered to him.

Humairah frowned, he glanced at Rasya who looked annoyed.

Humairah received a bouquet of flowers, she thanked the child and waved to each other as the child left immediately.

"If I were you, I'd throw away the flower" Rasya said, staring at the red rose he didn't like, because the red rose was the one Humairah was kissing at the moment, while the pink rose that Rasya gave just looked at was not kissed like that.

"Why should I throw it away?"

"Yes, if I were you I wouldn't like cowardly men, secret worshippers what's called cowards, cowards wouldn't I?"

"It can't be like that, we have to appreciate the gift of others, the coward is mentally he don't blame the flowers, this is beautiful and fragrant, there is also the fragrance of perfume. I don't know..fragrance that is not foreign to me."

Rasya rolled his lazy eyes when he saw Humairah again kissing the flower again and again.

"I hope you don't get sick anymore Humairah, I'm just afraid if you remember everything later. There's a lot going on with you, and it's not easy for a woman at all."

Humairah smiled and replied again, "Whatever happens to me before my memory is lost, I am still Humairah. I do not remember anything, but I can feel something big has happened to me before. I don't know what it is, I'm just waiting for time for what I have to remember again."

"Losing memory will not change anything that happens to me" Humairah continued.

"Well forget it, it's your happy day. If you don't mind can the flower be for me?"

"You gave me flowers why ask again?"

"Not the pink one, the red one from that coward. Since she didn't dare to show up it means that the flower is completely illegitimate to you."

"You jealous?"

"Yes, of course, jealous."

"Who do you want to give this cowardly flower to?" asked Humairah.

"Seeing the flower I remembered my late grandmother, I intended to make a pilgrimage home later so I thought it was suitable for me to put it in the tomb alone."

"No, don't joke."

The man laughed.

"Yes, I'm just kidding, at least respect your ex don't kiss the flower in front of me too! Flowers that don't know from whom."

Humairah chuckled, "I'm sorry, stop being so angry let's join Lola and Aji."

Rasya could only sigh violently while glancing at Alif's back which was getting away. He knew the flower must be from his brother's best friend Alif.

Leaving Humairah celebrating graduation.

Switch to a handsome doctor who just came out of one of the patient's rooms finished the visit.

After talking with the other doctors and some of the room's nurses, Daffa left the guard room. It just so happened that he and Alif promised to meet this afternoon.

He was busy with his cell phone to not see the road, although not many visitors who pass through the corridor.

Bugh...... Daffa accidentally hit someone who was standing on his back. A girl in a nurse uniform.

They met face to face as the girl turned to face him after she took a few steps forward because she was hit by Daffa earlier.

Long Daffa dissolved in silence until the nurse girl's voice broke her daydream.

"Sorry doctor, if you walk be careful" the girl gently scolded.

Daffa saw the name tag on the nurse's chest, he had never met before.

"Are you the new nurse?" daffa asked instead of apologizing, the man smiled at the girl.

The nurse nodded.

"Yes, I'm the new nurse in Tulip's VIP room."

"Can we get acquainted?"

"What?" the girl was surprised, she did not think a doctor like Daffa was interested in getting to know her, who did not know the handsome doctor even though she had just worked at the hospital. Everyone knows the Daffa doctor, a handsome doctor who is single.

"Dad?"

The nurse saw her identification, she knew Daffa was looking at her chest.

"Yes doctor, meet me nurse Ayesha Sarah, I'm in charge of the Tulip room."

Daffa extended his hand.

"I saw it, meet me Alif."

Aisyah Sarah was confused, she knew it was Daffa doctor why it turned into Alif she thought.

"I mean the second Alif" Daffa said with a sweet smile.

Aisha was even more confused.

"Let's say I'm the second Alif, because I can't escape the woman whose name is Aisyah."

Aisyah gaped at the handsome doctor with great confusion.