
Assalamualaikum, my name is Fanisha Syafiera Putri. I'm from Jakarta, but I moved to Bandung now.I have a younger sister named Fanisha Karina Putri and Ghanisha Putra. Me and them don't get along very well, because one of them is my half-sister. Nisha with Afiera is the same age but only different months, while Ghani is 1 year different from the two of us.
*Flashback*
That morning the shaa family (surname) was fine, not a single problem occurred in the family..
" Sister "call Nisha from my doorstep.
"What's wrong?" I answered while opening the door.
"Sir, there are people who say that Mother is taken to the Hospital" said Nisha worried.
"Astaghfirullah, who said it?" I asked Nisha.
"Neighbors next to the feet" he answered with teary eyes.
"Calm down, let's go to the Hospital now!." take me to Nisha and rush off.
"Sister, I'm afraid mother why-why kakðŸ˜" said Karin with a sad tone and tears that began to pour wet both cheeks chubby her.
"Istigfar deck, you can't think negative deck. Think positively and read prayers so that you are well!" afiera said to Nisha.
*Hospital*
Nisha and I went inside and asked the sister who was there.
"Assalamualaikum sus, is there a patient named Mother Meylita?" ask the nurse.
"I will check first!" said the nurse.
"Yes" answered both of us.
"Meylita's mother is in the ICU room" the nurse said...
Nisha and Afiera leave for the ICU...
*When you enter the ICU* room*
At that time only Afiera was allowed to enter, because the room was only allowed to be entered by one person...
At that time my mother was conscious, but my mother...
"Mother!" Call Afiera in a subtle tone.
"Nak ... you ... has come .." said the mother stammered.
"Yes Bun, this is Fiera." I said, with all my might holding back the tears that wanted to wet my cheeks.
"I'll listen to that Bun!" said Fiera.
"Mother .. please .. same .. you ... Fiera" said mother.
"Mother ... mau .. match .. you ... with .. someone ... who ... is good" said Mother.
And of course I was surprised by what you were talking about!
"Is mom serious?" ask Fiera.
"Love iyha!" said the last mother.
"But Bun, I'm still Junior High?" I asked my mother.
"What son, the problem is not too thought about" said mother.
"How did you decide, baby? mother hope you accept this!" ask mother.
"God willing, if Allah blesses him, Fiera accepts this with sincerity and grace" said Fiera smiling to make the mother happy.
But that happiness has been lost, when Fiera hugged her mother hoping to recover quickly. But instead, Mother Fiera died in her beloved son😔
Mother's funeral was over... Actually Fiera and Nisha were really devastated by this kind of situation! especially for Fiera...
~A mother is very meritorious to her child, tirelessly they take care of us and educate us well. Mother never feels tired if for a child, because for him the child is a treasure for those who deserve to care and he protects.~
Just a week after leaving Fiera, Nisha and her husband. To Fiera's surprise, however, saw with her own eyes that her father had brought a woman and a boy into the house.
"Assalamualaikum Nak" greeted the father as well as the woman and boy to Fiera.
"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi Westarakatuh" Fiera replied smilingly.
"This is your new mother!" Father said to Fiera by looking at the woman's face.
"Astaghfirullah, what did you say?" fiera was surprised.
"This is your new mother and your sister!" I said once again, and it was all true...
"It's only been a week that you've left, well, why do you have another woman?" ask Fiera to her father.
When Fiera and her father were talking accidentally Nisha listened to their talk!
Nisha was really surprised by what was done by her father, she did not even think that her father had made a relationship with a woman other than mother😔
Although Fiera and Nisha have not been able to accept the woman who is now a mother to him and also the younger brother, but still Fiera and Nisha have to respect them like a family!😊