Abraham and Asyila 2

Salsas

After saying that, Arumi decided to go to sleep and hope when she woke up her sadness was reduced.

Herwan who peeked at his wife and granddaughter sleeping together felt very happy. Herwan is very hopeful, his wife will always be patient to face their grandchildren who lately are very fussy.

“Pak Herwan,” said Mr. Udin very softly while patting Herwan on the shoulder.

Herwan turned his head while touching his chest.

“What's Mr Udin?” asked Herwan curious because it is not usual for Herwan to enter the house and meet suddenly like that.

“Sorry before, this afternoon I have an important affair. Can I ask permission last night? God willing tomorrow morning before 7, I am already here,” said Mr. Udin.

“Pak Udin need not hesitate, if so go. There are 4 people guarding the house. God willing we are safe, Mr. Udin do not forget to take care,” Herwan replied.

After saying goodbye, Mr. Udin rushed out of Abraham's residence using his motorbike.

Afternoon.

Ashraf and Herwan have just returned home from the mosque, both looking happy when Grandpa and Grandson play a romp.

“Quick, Cake! Catch Ashraf,” said Ashraf challenging his grandfather to immediately arrest him.

“Grandpa will definitely catch Ashraf!” exclaimed Herwan accepted the challenge from his grandson.

The two of them just kept running and something unwanted almost took the life of the little boy.

“Ashraf!” shouted Herwan.

Ashraf turned his head and shouted as loudly as possible.

Bugh!!!

Ashraf and a woman rolled on the ground after successfully dodging a passing car at high speed.

“Stop!” shouted Herwan who was very furious with the car driver who was careless.

The woman got up and rushed to check on Ashraf's condition.

“Adik is okay?” ask the woman.

“Mother!” call Ashraf.

Herwan immediately turned to the woman who had just been called Mother by his grandson.

Herwan was stunned instantly as well, the woman's face was really very similar to Asyila's.

What distinguishes him is that the woman before him does not wear a hijab, his body is slightly full and his skin is not as white as the skin of his daughter, Asyila.

“Ka-you, ba-how can your face..” Abraham slapped himself in the face, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.

The woman smiled sweetly at Herwan and turned to Ashraf who kept looking with teary eyes.

“Little sister, next time do not play running around on the streets. If you do not quickly approach your sister, I don't know what happened,” he said.

“Mother!” Ashraf cried and hugged the woman who was similar to his mother.

“Am I that old? Call me brother salsa,” he said who turns out the woman was named Salsa.

Salsa let go of Ashraf's embrace and walked over to Herwan who had just slapped his own cheek.

“Father is okay?” ask Salsa.

“No, you're not Asyila. However, how do you have a face that is almost similar to my daughter?” ask Herwan.

Salsa put on a puzzled face, with Herwan questioning.

“What do you mean by Father? Sorry, I have important business. Excuse me,” said Salsa and left on his bike.

“Mother!” call Ashraf.

“Ashraf, it's not Mother Asyila. Ashraf should not call others by such a designation,” insists Herwan and holds Ashraf's small body back home.

Hearing Ashraf's cry, Arumi quickly exits the house to find out the cause of her grandson's crying.

“What is this, Mas?” ask Arumi to her husband.

Instead of directly answering, Herwan instead drowned in his daydream. The man kept thinking about a woman who could be similar to his daughter, even though it was only 80%.

“Mas!” Arumi, who was furious with her husband, immediately patted her husband's arm and made Herwan wake up from his daydream.

“Yes Allah,” chirps Herwan.

“Mas why? Asked by his wife, instead of answering, he was dumb. This is Ashraf why, Mom? What's up?” asked Arumi who was very worried about the crying from her granddaughter.

Herwan again did not immediately answer the question from his wife. He first asked one of the bodyguards to take Ashraf away from them and asked the bodyguard to calm down Ashraf who was still crying calling his mother.

“Is there anything very serious, Mas?” asked Arumi, getting curious.

Herwan took his wife by the hand and took her to sit with him.

“Quick Mas, tell me what really happened. Why does Mas's face look so panicked like that? Like seeing a ghost,” Arumi's nagging that has not been lately Arumi becomes more chatty than before.

Before explaining about the woman who resembled their daughter, Herwan slowly adjusted his breathing so that when he explained later, he had no trouble breathing.

“Mas why shut up? Quickly say!” pinta Arumi urges her husband to tell her what really happened.

“This is completely unreasonable and can be said to be impossible. However, Mas himself witnessed the form of the woman,” said Herwan who has not explained in detail about Salsa.

“Mas if you speak clearly, do not speak as if you are playing guesses,” said Arumi.

“Tadi, when on the way home from the mosque, Mas and Ashraf played a chase,” said Herwan hung his speech.

Arumi again urged and Herwan immediately explained in detail about the woman who resembled their daughter.

After hearing from her husband, Arumi laughed. And made Herwan furious with the response of the wife.

“Mas if you want to joke, do not be serious like this,” said Arumi.

“Whose kidding? Does Mas's face look like someone who is joking?” ask Herwan.

Arumi stopped her laughter at once. Then, bite his own lips.

“Is what Mas said a fact?” ask Arumi to make sure.

“It is up to you if you do not believe, until this moment Mas still do not believe what Mas see,” explained Herwan.

Arumi pondered for a moment to think about the woman who was with Salsa.

Then, turn to the husband and turn to look at Ashraf who is now no longer crying.

The salsa? Is this just a coincidence?

Arumi got up from the chair and walked over to her grandson who was playing water with one of the bodyguards.

“It's late afternoon, Ashraf can't play water. Come log in!” take Arumi with her grandson's hand.

Ashraf just kept quiet while following his Grandma's steps that led him inside.

The little boy tried to hold back his tears, his Mother's face just kept on shadowing his mind and hoped that his Mother could immediately appear before him and embrace him as her Mother always did.

“Grandma, Ashraf saw Mother. Why didn't Mommy come home here?” ask Ashraf.

“That woman is not Mother Asyila. Ashraf should not haphazardly call other women by the name of Mother,” said Arumi who felt uncomfortable with what was said by her husband and grandchildren.