HUSBAND'S HEART

part 4 RETURN OF BU FATMA

"Where is Inspiration, Rief?" the voice of a middle-aged woman who is usually called Ms. Fatma, shortly after exiting the airport arrival terminal door. Walk with a suitcase while contacting his son's assistant.

Her husband's legacy company that she had been managing, she turned to Ilham, her second son who had just returned from her master's education abroad. A year more under the control of his son, by staying in his monitoring, the company runs smoothly even though there is no significant development.

Until the last week's report, it was shocking. Although it still runs under Arief's control, Ilham's absence in the company is enough to shake the company's financial turnaround.

This forced Ms. Fatma to leave Annisa, her youngest daughter who she had been with from old pregnancy to childbirth. The plan is that Ms. Fatma will accompany you in full as long as Annisa gives exclusive breast MILK to her second child.

"It has been five days, Mr. Ilham did not go to the office. His phone died and when I went home, he never wanted to see me. In fact, said Mbok Sari, Mr. Ilham spent his days in the room alone," Arief heard from the mobile phone owned by Ms. Fatma.

"Well, thanks for the info Rief. Let me take care of the kid. I'm at the airport now" replied Ms. Fatma. He is currently sitting in the waiting room at the airport terminal.

"Do I need to pick up Miss Fatma?" tawar Arief, Ilham's assistant who is in his office at the moment.

"No need for a Rif. You just handle the office. I just took a taxi straight to the house" replied Ms. Fatma.

"Good Mom. Assalamu´alaikum."

"Wa aleikum Rief greetings," Ms. Fatma turned off the phone screen and put it in the bag.

Ms. Fatma massaged her temple while muttering in her heart 'what do you want the child, not usually she is not responsible like this'.

After a while, he decided to go home in an airport taxi. But because there are no airport taxi stands, then Ms. Fatma ordered a taxi through the application on her phone. Before long, the ordered taxi had arrived. A city car five seat silver color with the same license plate number as listed on the mobile phone Bu Fatma.

'Amar Nasiruddin. seems like a familiar name' Inner Bu Fatma.

"With Fatma's mother?" ask the taxi driver from behind the newly opened side glass.

"Ah. yes sir. Please take my suitcase, yes" said Ms. Fatma when she saw the driver get out of the car and turn open the passenger door for her.

"Please enter Miss Fatma."

Then put a medium-sized suitcase into the trunk.

Amar got into the driver's bench and closed the door slowly but surely.

"To Golf Lake yes Ma'am," Amar ensures the destination of the trip.

"Yes sir" replied Fatma.

Ms. Fatma looked at Amar from where she was sitting, occasionally looking through the small glass on the dashboard.

"I'm sorry.. This is Amar's son, right?" ma'am Fatma asked as she opened her sunglasses. It just so happened that the car stopped because the red light traffic light just turned on. Amar who had just stepped on the brakes immediately looked back.

Yep... Amar knew Ilham, even with his family. Amar and Ilham are friends because one High School in the same class is only different. Several times Amar came to Ilham's house to go to practice basketball at the basketball club where they joined.

"Thank you, it's been almost two years back here, have you never met?"

"Never since college have you never met again. How many years has it been.. hehe," a little chuckle, Ilham rubbed his nape.

A little small talk filled the way to Ms. Fatma's house. Ms. Fatma told of the passing of her husband and the marriage of Annisa, her sister Ilham, who later gave her two grandchildren. About twenty minutes, the car Amar drove into an elite housing complex that circles the vast golf course.

There are not many housing units in this housing. Because most of the area is a stretch of golf courses as a view of each unit. While each unit has a land area that is also very large for the size of a house.

"Stop by for a minute. The fourth house after this gate Mar. That's.the corner house facing the east," asked Ms. Fatma while giving instructions to the intended house when passing and greeted the security guard of the housing complex.

The cluster model housing complex that uses one gate system as a security facility does implement a strict guarding system. Resident of housing must greet the guard by opening the car window, so that the security guard can be sure to know each occupant of the housing. As for guests or visitors to the golf course must register themselves at the guard post.

"This white fence?" ask Amar to make sure.

"Yes... Son Amar just parked inside."

Then Ms. Fatma opened the glass to greet Mr. Hadi, the husband of Mbok Sari and Ilham's housekeeper who was opening the gate. Because previously Ms. Fatma had sent a message that she was on the way to the house, so Mr. Hadi was on standby at the gate of the house.

"Assalamu´alaikum Hadi."

"Wa alaikum salam. Thank God Ms. Fatma has arrived home safely" replied Mr. Hadi.

"Yes... Thank God it has finally arrived. Please bring the suitcase to the room," said Ms. Fatma as she closed the car glass.

"Okay Ma'am." said Mr. Hadi then closed the fence and ran a small approach to the car that just stopped.

After the car parked in Bu Fatma's spacious courtyard, Amar got out of the car, opened the door for Ms. Fatma and picked up the suitcase in the trunk.

"Let's enter Nak Amar, I call Ilham first," said Ms. Fatma as she walked ahead of Amar opening the entrance of the house.

"Okay Ma'am" replied Amar while handing over the suitcase to Mr. Hadi.

Following Ms. Fatma walking, Amar entered the living room of the house of Ilham. Then Amar sat on a dusty grey cabriole sofa after being invited to sit by Ms. Fatma. Amar fixed the seat cushion position so that he sat comfortably and placed his small bag beside him.

Seen on the wall in front of Amar emblazoned with a large frame framing a family photo. It appears that the deceased Mr. Haikal and Ms. Fatma were sitting on the sofa and in the middle of it a little girl showed a cheerful smile. Then behind him stood Rahmat and a woman wearing syar´i clothes then Annisa wearing syar´i clothes as well and Ilham who wore the same koko clothes as those worn by Rahmat. It looks like the family photo was taken when Lebaran before Annisa got married.

From inside the house came the sound of Ms. Fatma's voice talking to a woman who seemed to be a housekeeper.

"But Nak Amar, I called Ilham above first" the voice of Ms. Fatma was heard from inside. Immediately Amar turned his head inward and saw Fatma climbing the stairs whose lower end was visible from the living room.