CURTAINS OF THE PAST

THE ORANGE FADHILAH HUSNA

Iffah smiled looking at her baby who was in her arms at the time. From earlier, her slender index finger rubbed her little lips.

Praise be to Allah... I will not be tired of giving thanks to you...

Thanks too, dear. For Mom and Dad... You've allowed us to be your parents, son...

Iffah tried to hold back her tears from spilling. He was moved only by the greatness of his Lord.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Chellin and Bobi come in.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat... Mamma... Papa's..." Iffah cried to find the faces of her husband's parents from the doorway.

"Yes Allah... Oma and Opa's grandchildren are really born..." Chellin exclaimed, half running to where Iffah and her little baby were. Chellin immediately grabbed the tiny baby from Iffah's hand.

"Pa... How's Ghali doing, Pa?" Ask Iffah.

"Alhamdulillah, Son. Ghali is past his critical period. At this time, Toni accompanied him even though Ghali was unconscious.Tadi, before Papa and Mama came here, Ghali had been moved to the transition room." Bobi explained.

"Alhamdulillah..."Say Iffah with a sigh of relief. "When can Iffah meet Ghali, Pa?" Ask again.

"Wait a minute, son. Your condition hasn't allowed you to move much, has it?" Chellin also nodded and confirmed her husband's wise words.

"At least, wait until Ghali regains consciousness, dear." Chellin advised his son-in-law.

"Toni told Papa and Mama everything, son. What happened to you and Ghali." Bobi set his breath before returning to continue the words he wanted to say.

"Papa was only worried about Ghali's condition after he regained consciousness later. He will feel very bad. Because he himself called the police to arrest your mother." Bobi said with weight.

"Iffah also just found out from Antoni just now, Pa. Iffa is also confused as to how..." Iffah.

She's a bad girl, and Ghali's the daughter of that wicked woman. Ghali could not have been able to watch Ghali's biological mother in prison, so Ghali let her escape...

Ghali's words were reverberated in Iffah's eardrum. Her tears fell down hard if she remembered.

"Nobody's really bad, honey. But if for greedy, a lot..." Chellin told her while offering her husband a baby orange.

Chellin grabbed Iffah and tried to calm her daughter-in-law. "Trust me, Honey. Everything's gonna be fine. And Ghali, he's a grown man who's so wise and has a clear mind. He knows what is right and what is wrong. Which is good, and which is bad."

"Is the name of Opa's grandson Jingga?" Tanya Bobi acts seductive to a tiny baby who doesn't understand anything yet. He tried to avoid the overly complicated conversation, even though he started it himself.

"Did Antoni tell Mama and Papa our daughter's name?" Ask Iffah wonder.

"Once your husband's spirit informs the birth of your daughter to Mama and Papa earlier.

'Ma... Pa... My throne was born.' That's how Toni told us, baby.

We're astonished... Then he said, 'Jingga Fadhilah husna... Means woman, eeh turned out to be Oma's granddaughter." Chellin excitedly mimicked their son's accent when he met them in the waiting room where Ghali had been operated on.

Iffah chuckled a little at hearing that. It was already imagined in his mind, how the excited Cara Toni shared the happiness they felt towards her In-laws.

"Definitely the look on his face can't lie huh, Ma?" Ask Iffah again. She was not satisfied to know about her husband either.

"Hmmm... If the look on Toni's face would continue like that, dear." Chellin is back. "But when he saw Ghali, he came back moody."

"It's been... Didn't Mama say everything was gonna be okay?" Iffah. Chellin nodded. "That means just get there, Ma. Everything's gonna be fine. Iffah... Orange is the beginning of our happiness. And after that, there will only be happiness for us..."

"God willing..." Chellin and Bobi followed Iffah's speech.

They smile.

The little baby who was in Bobi's arms, did show peace from his face. As if a sign, they would only go through happy things afterwards.

Not only a son, but now you also give me a grandson... Alhamdulillahot... Thank you, Wahhabb...

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