I'm Not the Son of a Prostitute

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A few days have passed. Love enjoys his work. He is now only in charge of making coffee for his superiors. Unheeded by the slanted remarks of some employees who were envious of him. He works with all his heart . Her mother was also out of the hospital. Now Ita can only regret her doing so and her damned illness .

On Sunday, Love keeps herself busy at home. His smile floated when he saw the harmony between Hermawan and Ita . He was happy even though his heart was still sad over the disease his mother suffered. Love hopes the illness of the mother is lifted up with God. So even Ita now she's starting to change. From how to act to say words. He even changed his phone number to avoid his customers all this time. Ita is grateful there are still people who love him, namely Hermawan & Love. The two of them always supported Ita towards a better direction. He does not want to abuse and betray the trust of Love and Hermawan.

In the afternoon, Ita relaxes on the terrace enjoying the car traffic that is milling in front of the house.

Before long there was a group of hijab mothers passing by.

" Assalamualaikum bu ita, is it healthy? " the owner of the yellow wide hijab said.

" Alhamdulillah already ma'am" Ita said with a smile.

" How about ita ma'am come with us to study" invited the mother in yellow hijab.

Instantly the other mothers were prickly. Some disagree with the request of the Rt bu of the complex. They had heard of Ita's disease and chose to avoid it. But do not dare to blatantly reject Mother RT.

" What else doesn't mind ma'am? " said Ita heart. He looked at the other mother. Ita knew that he would not be accepted in society. Because he is the trash of society.

" I'm a despicable human ma'am, Don't let Ms Rt get affected by being ostracized for inviting me" Ita lowered her head. Eyes glazed. She was ashamed why she had to go through all this.

Zubaidah's mother approached.holding Ita's shoulder,

" All men are equal in the eyes of God. The only difference is their obedience. If ita wants to fix herself. Let's do good. Leave the bad. God willing we mother2 here forgive mom Ita. For Allah is the most forgiving and the most forgiving of his people. Our time as His servants does not forgive others"

" I'll change clothes first, Mom. I want to take a study. Maybe my heart is calm. But I don't have a hijab mom" Ita said shyly.

Ita rushed inside. 'May this be the best way for me, Forgive the sins of the servant O Lord' he said in his heart.

When I was going out, my husband just came home.

" Where are you going ma? " said Hermawan.

" Want to participate in the study, hopefully they will accept me there" said Ita.

"Allhamdulillah if mama wants to change. Stay consistent and do good. It is not as easy as asking people to accept us. But if we don't try how they're willing to accept us. "

" I'm saying yes to you"

" yes ma, be careful"

Ms. Zubaidah also came with some hijab. He gave it to Ita everything.

"This is just use Ita ma'am, sorry if used but still worth it to use".

" Thank you ma'am, sorry if all this time I've been bothering my mother as RT here" Ita cried touched.

" Already, Do not cry continuously mom, Later the study hunt is finished" said Ms. Zubaidah.

Ita nodded and stepped with Zubaidah.