Cajaroh

Fatimah's anger

The end of the previous episode

"Shotimah accompany your brother Fatimah, let your mas Yasin sleep in your room tonight !" mother's orders to Khotimah.

" Njih bude !" Khotimah went to Fatimah's room without saying anything.

It's just me and my two in-laws who are still there.

" What do you do with your plan, son ?" ask mother-in-law.

" I'm sorry sir, may I also call my friend our boarding school first. Only he can advise Fatimah at this time !" answer me

" Tell it now !"

I did not know Isti at that time.

Telpun rings long enough, not lifted Isti.

I repeated up to 3 times also not lifted.

" Not lifted, son ?" ask merua's mother.

" Yes ma'am, but only at 21:10' usually not sleeping. Just wait a few minutes if she comes back, ma'am." I replied.

Actually I could have told Mr. Yadi to connect to Isti. But at that time my mind was completely fucked.

I prefer to passively wait. And not too long after that, Isti really back.

I picked up and opened it with a greeting, and activated the loudspeaker. Let my mother-in-law hear me too.

" Ashalaamu 'alaikum... Istis.

Sorry to interrupt the night like this !" my words are stale in telpun.

" Wa 'alaikummussalaam mas Yasin. No papa, just now can not lift. O yes, have you been to fetch Fatimah ? Where is fatima ? I miss !" answer me at telpun.

" Owh sukurlah, this again at home in-laws. But I want to ask you a favor, Isti don't mind, do you ?" ask me Isti.

" Why did Yasin say that ? For the husband of my best friend Fatimah, Isti would definitely help. What else is it to do with Fatimah ! " answer Isti at telpun.

" Yes, this is about Fatimah. He was angry with me, because I told him about Sidiq earlier. Apparently Fatimah was angry, please explain to Fatimah. Let Fatimah apologize I'm Is !" I asked in a serious tone.

" Seriously mas ? Has Yasin told you about Sidiq ?" ask Isti.

" Yes I'm serious, I told you in front of Fatimah's family Is !" sahutku.

" Good mas, Isti help the love of understanding to Fatimah now. Assalaamu 'alaikum...! "

Alaikummussalaam...!"

clique...

Call me shut.

" That's kaliyan's first boarding school friend ?" ask mother-in-law.

" Yes buk, it is easy to tell Fatimah. That Fatimah would forgive me !" kataku.

"Aamiin...!" my two in-laws are in unison.

" Mother and father want to know son, since when do you realize if you already have a son ?" ask mother-in-law.

I hesitated to answer, but I was convinced to tell a story as well.

...................

I started the story...!

" I've been asked to help people, to solve mystical cases in his chest. His name is Mr. Sastro. And I was invited to stay at his house.

When I was just chatting with Mr. Sastro, I was surprised by the presence of a woman whose face was very familiar.

" What event is lek, really rame ? " ask the woman.

I try to resist the turbulence of uncertain feelings.

When our eyes meet.

" Eeh same who nduk, kok malem malem. This is a citizen asking Mas Yasin to pray for the hamlet because of the incident the other day ", replied Mr. Sastro.

" Oh, is it finished, what just started ? " ask the woman.

" Then Isya begins ! Piye nduk what is it gonna take ? " ask mr. Sastro.

" Anu Lek, want to take my son for a second. Ee I need a moment to go to the invitation of a friend who tipped ya lek ! " said the woman looked nervous and hurried.

I tried to calm down even though my heart was turbulent.

After the woman left and left her son.

I'm sweating cold sweat, trying to calm down.

" What did you think, sir ?" my many.

" yes, this is his son." replied Mr. Sastro.

I saw that boy staring at me.

May Allah not be as I thought.

" Whose name is deck ?"

I asked the 2-year-old child, who turned out to be smart and smooth talking.

" Sidiq Sekartaji om" he replied.

Oh Allah. Strengthen me no matter what.

" Funny and pinter granddaughter ponakanya sir ?"

Mr. Sastro seems less than happy I said that.

" Oh, it's normal" he replied.

" His name is also good, who uses the name of sir "my question.

I asked without concern for Mr. Sastro's response.

" His mother, was taken from her mother's name Sekar Arum taken her Sekar so Sekartaji.

I almost fainted, fortunately still able to control myself.

" Original owh here too sir his mother ?" my many.

" No mas, the real Klaci there, there continues to be a problem here" replied Mr. Sastro.

The cold sweat grew even more intense, flooding my body.

Is there maybe two names Sekar Arum in Klaci. Aah but that face...???

And why is he so nervous ?

Is it true that Arum who was once present in my life, was ever present in the life of Ahmad Sidiq aka Zain aka Yasin.

The boy's name....?

His first name ???

If that really means....?

Sidiq Sekartaji is my biological son...???

If so, what kind of man am I ???

What if my wife Fatimah knew ????

What will happen later...???

" Can't you hold on ? " tanyaku.

I tried to say hello to the boy.

But the boy seemed doubtful.

I looked at his face, pardon me.

Look at those eyes, and that nose is mine.

Only his face shape is a bit oval like Arum's mother.

" Sidiq... asked Yasin kok diem only ? " said mr. Satro.

" Oh, who's this cake ? " ask Sidiq.

" He's a grandpa guest, won't he be carried ? Maybe it's kangen his son eeh not want to have a boy like Sidiq.."

Mr. Sastro tried to persuade the boy, thankfully Mr. Sastro knew me better as Yasin.

Had he remembered the name Asliku was Ahmad Sidiq it might have been another story.

" yes, I already have a child ? "

" It's been. ee but it's still in the stomach, not yet born "my answer is spontaneous.

You're my son, I'm your biological father. What an irresponsible father...!!!

" Here to talk about my pocket, huh ? "

" Oh Yasin where is the house ? "

" Owh om Yasin his house far away son, would not Sidiq the same photo om Yasin ? "

" May I print it out tomorrow "

" Don't be sent to my mom "

This kid is smart too.

How to avoid it...?

" Owh ya gini only, om sent to hp grandfather, let grandfather sent to hp mamah Sidiq ya "

The boy nodded.

I don't know how many times I took a picture of the boy. And two photos in my lap.

Then the photo of the boy itself, I sent to Mr. Sastro's phone.

" Look at Sidiq kek, borrow her hp."

The boy approached Mr. Sastro to see his picture.

" What is the same about nothing ? "

" There's already a lot of Sidiq's pictures there !"

"Sidiq pingin with om, want Sidiq see mamah sidiq."

" What do you do, son ? It's a photo of Sidiq." I said I was worried that Arum would recognize who I really was.

" Sidiq already... have you been given many photos of the same om ? "

" Don't want cake..... Sidiq pingin rich temen Sidiq, on the bench of his father.. Sidiq only has Om and no papa."

The boy whined.

" I'm sorry, my granddaughter is naughty ! " Excited sir Sastro.

"Father sir let me love, pity his son "I replied.

I don't feel my tears dripping.

I felt very guilty about the boy.

" Well, Yasin is really feeling, right ? how to shed tears ? " It's a good thing Mr. Sastro thinks so.

" i can't bear to see a child crying sir, I've sent you a picture.

.........................

"So I myself only know sir/mom if I already have children. Because it was previously reported a miscarriage. When I went to his house, I was beaten almost to death. Then helped and taken to the pesantren, after which never contact. And it turns out that Arum did not miscarry, but was evacuated. And only about a month ago I met." I said end my story.

" Yes I understand now, it's your past sin. But you must be patient, Fatimah must be Shock. Know her husband already has a child. "said my mother-in-law.

" When you realize, what are you talking about ?" ask the father-in-law.

I then reopened my old memory, no need to hide anymore.

..........................

...flashback...

" The next morning we were caught in a chat together, because Mr. Sastro came out of the house."

" I hesitated last night, because my lek called your name Yasin, but that was before you went to the mosque. I'm sure you're my son's father. Sekartaji Sidiq. Know why I gave you that name ?

The name has meaning, though,

Mas Sidiq is Sekar Arum Tagih Janji, I shortened it to Sidiq Sekartaji " said Arum.

My tears are unstoppable...

" I'm sorry... Arum...! "

My voice was barely able to speak anymore.

" I know I was wrong, but I came to your house."

my words are not finished immediately cut off Arum.

" I also know you're coming, I also know you're being beaten up. I know you're sick until you bleed blood. But the pain you feel is nothing like the pain I've been through.

Your pain how many months it healed, I have many years even now still feel pain....!!! "

The sicker I am, the more suffering my son lives without a father. Being ridiculed by his friends." said Arum."

" May I explain." I said to Arum.

" What's the point of your explanation ? After what happened to me ? " attack.

" It won't change things, but I hope you'll hear "my words.

Without waiting for an answer, I then told after being beaten by his first family.

Then I told him about my second coming.

I was looking for you, having collected money from among the rubbers.

I want to go to your house, see your condition and your content.

But raided into the alley of the house you have been in the face of the citizens.

I explained my purpose was not to take revenge. Just want to know your condition and your content.

But they kept it banned, and said Arum miscarried.

I had a moment of emotion and a little snapping, "what miscarriage was aborted ? If he is married to someone else I will not interfere just want to see his condition.

But they beat me again, breaking bones in my hands and feet and I almost died.

if there's no one to help me.

took me to the hospital, then took me to a boarding school.

And from that pesantren I changed the course of my life. I repent of all my sins, especially my sins to you.

Then I took an oath, if it won't hurt women again.not dating again unless married immediately.

My oath was also heard Abah my teacher, he said.

" *Ol*eh seneng wong wedok, but ora by dating "

And it's true that I'm not dating, there's something I like about princess santri.

Married to others by my teacher. So that on the night of the bride I did nothing with my wife.

Only after two weeks did we do, even then not like a new married couple who love each other.

And now my wife is only 1.5 months pregnant.

I just found out last night if you don't abort our son.

I told her while shedding my tears as did Arum.

" You may punish me, but not my wife and my future son. I can't go back to you right now either. I don't want to hurt anyone.

" Can Arum know your wife ? " he said on the sidelines of his sobs.

" I'm afraid to hurt her heart" I said.

"Just the picture mas I beg you "pinta Arum sadly.

I showed you a picture of me and Fatimah.

" Your wife is beautiful, you deserve to love.not like me....! "

I just kept quiet without comment.

" Can I ask no you mas ? " arum pinta.

I'm confused whether I should say it or not.

Sidiq woke up and approached.

...flashback off...

.............................

" That's what happened then sir/bus. Everything is against my will, even if it all happened as a result of my past actions. And now I leave it entirely to Fatimah. I accept whatever decision Fatimah makes. I realized that my sins were too great. Compared to Fatimah I am nothing and.....?"

Not finished talking stopped mother-in-law.

" that's enough...! Do not continue.we just wait for the decision of Fatimah later !" exclaimed my mother-in-law.

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