HIJRAH IS LOVE

Chapter 42. Carrying Syifa

Syifa hugged Mother Yeyet tightly and kissed the middle-aged woman's face repeatedly. Tears fell down her chubby cheeks.

"I must have missed you, Mother," Syifa said stammered with tears.

Aisha could not hold back her tears either. The woman could feel the bond between Syifa and Mother Yeyet. From birth, she was in foster care and raised the head of that foundation.

"Mother will miss you too, son. Remember Mother's message, don't be naughty. Listen to what Papi and Mami are saying" Mother Yeyet advised.

"Yes, Mother" replied the boy.

"Mother, I do not know how to repay all the good that Mother has done for Syifa. Just a thank you I can say. May all the goodness of the Mother be avenged by God" said Ghibran.

"Mother, thank you for everything." Aisha can only say that.

After greeting all her friends in the orphanage, Syifa got into the car. He continued to wave until the orphanage building was gone from sight.

Their first destination before going home is Alya's grave. Ghibran also wanted to say goodbye to the woman. She asked Aisha if she agreed. And his wife agreed.

Half an hour's drive, they arrived at a public cemetery. Ghibran carries the tiny body of his daughter.

"We share Mami Alya. Say that Syifa will stay with Papi and Mami Aisha" Ghibran said.

"Well, Pi," Aisha replied.

Arriving at one of the graves, Ghibran's footsteps stopped. He knelt beside the grave. Aisha sat on a bench deliberately made with cement.

"Alya, I'll take our son. My wife Aisha and I will take good care of her. You calm down there. Sorry, maybe I can't be as often as I used to come. But I promise to keep visiting you with Syifa and Aisha. Sorry, sorry and sorry for everything I've done to you. Until you close your eyes, I never knew if you were fighting during pregnancy for the birth of our daughter. Thank you for this wonderful gift. Goodbye Alya," said Ghibran.

"Mommy, I'd like to go with Papi and Aisha's mom. I'm really happy. I finally have mom. Like my friend at school. My mom is so beautiful. I'll have a sister too. I'll be here later too and you'll see Mother Yeyet. Papi promised I'd be here if I missed. Papi said, Mami has given birth to me, but I will be loved and guarded by Aisha's mother. I love you both" Syifa said in a childlike voice.

"Alya, I've never met you or seen your picture. But by looking at Syifa, I know you're a beautiful woman. I beg your permission, please let me take care of your daughter and Ghibran. I promise to take care of her with love. Hope you calm down there. I ask permission to take your place, I want to have the love of Mas Ghibran. But don't worry, I'm sure you still have a place in your heart" Aisha muttered in her heart.

Afterwards, Ghibran recited prayers for his former lover. Long enough to pray, they finally left the funeral.

"Darling, we'll just stay one night. I don't want you to be soy sauce, afraid of having an effect on your content" Ghibran said.

"As for me" replied Aisha.

Ghibran then drove to one of the hotels. Syifa always asked what she had just seen.

After arriving at the hotel and entering the room, Syifa was so excited. He thought it was a house to be occupied.

"This is my house, Mommy. Real pretty. I like it" Syifa said cheerfully.

"No, Honey. It's just a hotel. The place we stayed one night before returning home tomorrow," Aisha replied gently.

Ghibran smiled happily at the familiarity of the two. He was sorry, not honest from the start.

"If I had been honest from the beginning about the existence of Syifa, my son would have long felt this happiness. He wanted to get together with family. How do I get Syifa closer to mom and dad. I hope my parents can also accept my daughter's presence like my wife's. Aisha, my heavenly angel," said Ghibran in her heart.

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