Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??
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"Is this really his place?" asked Roses as he stared at the large house standing firmly before him.


Just now their car entered the courtyard of the mansion.


But the Rose's heart suddenly beat fast for no apparent reason.


As if he felt, there was something waiting for him in the house.


"I'm sure we're not wrong where the Roses are, I've followed the instructions on the invitation that we get," Malik said right stop his car in front of the porch of the mansion.


While inside the house, Aqly was so nervous and her legs seemed so stiff as to walk out welcoming their special guest that day.


What should I say to them?, inner Aqly was so nervous.


"Why are you still here?" exclaimed Mira suddenly standing right behind Aqly.


"You're the one who welcomed them" said Aqly, wiping away the cold sweat that had soaked her forehead.


"Fatimah left the task to you instead!," exclaimed Mira making Aqly stare in annoyance at Mira.


But Aqly had not chimed in Mira's words, immediately Mira returned to scold her.


"Have!, don't babble anymore!, you're not ashamed to babble like a parent in front of a child, huh!," mira's exclamation made Aqly immediately look towards her foster children who are now increasingly impatient to welcome their guests that day.


"Okay!, okay!," cried Aqly as she ventured through the front door.


"Sister Aqly!," exclaimed a Rose foster child as he looked at Aqly who had just walked out of the mansion.


"Aqly?" cried Rose while making sure the call from one of his foster children was not a joke.


His gaze instantly stopped right at the front door where Aqly was now standing so nervously of her.


"Roses, your son!, Aqly Roses!," exclaimed madam Ratih with eyes that began to get wet.


He was so unexpected that he would see Aqly return after such a long time.


"Aqly?, are you really my son?," said Rose slowly began to approach the son who had been away long enough to leave him.


She immediately hugged and gently rubbed the face of the son she had longed for so long.


While Aqly was just speechless without a word.


It was as if his mouth was locked at that very instant, there is still a feeling of fear if later the brother will reveal his crimes to the mother even though Fatimah has promised to keep the secret of the meeting if Aqly will obey every order.


At that moment, he also did not know what to say and behave in front of the family he had left a few months ago.


"Why are you quiet, son?, we miss you so much?, where have you been all this time?" asked Malik's doctor with a big question mark in his heart.


While the Rose still continued to stare in disbelief at the son.


Not only did his appearance arrive before the family at that time, his appearance was so different that it also raised a big question mark in the minds of the Rose and all other family members.


His article Aqly was so handsome with after the Muslim koko who bandaged his body at that time.


Models of clothes that almost never want to wear Aqly even though when Lebaran has come.


"Si-please come in," said Aqly so nervously despite being confronted by her own biological mother.


"So you invited us, son?" exclaimed the Rose with a gaze that again surveyed the entire section of the mansion.


Seeing the endless tension between Aqly and her family.


Mira tried to come and melt the atmosphere.


"Welcome father, mother, sister. Let's go inside, the guests are already gathered inside," exclaimed Mira trying to melt the atmosphere.


They follow Mira but with their minds focused on Aqly.


"Son, try to explain everything when this event is over, okay," said doctor Malik trying to advise.


However, only the grunts and dislike gazes obtained by Dr. Malik will be his good intentions.


"I told you, never interfere!, you're not my father!" Aqly said as she resumed her duties that day.


Because she was so curious.


The rose tries to get closer to Mira and tries to extract information from her.


"Son, if you may know, why is the young man in this halfway house?, what is his relationship with this place?," asked Rose slowly without wanting Aqly to hear her


"He's just like me, volunteer at this house," Mira said making the Rose so incredulous when she heard him.


"Aren't you lying?" asked Rose again, so she wanted to straighten out all the question marks in her heart at the time.


"Later mother will also know all her, as well as we started her first event, pity the child," said Mira while inviting the Roses to sit and watch the Islamic show that will be shown by the foster children of the Ummar halfway house.


Event after event, Rose's heart was still so agitated.


His eyes continued to look at all corners of the house.


It was as if he was looking forward to all the answers to his questions back then.


How could my Aqly volunteer in this halfway house?, with her attitude so hard and hard to manage, the inner Rose was so curious in her making.


Until Roses can not focus at all with the ongoing show.


Fatimah.


Still look nervous in his room.


Every now and then he takes a breath and throws it away to calm himself.


Slowly he sat before the big Boss while looking at her meaningfully.


"Today, my mother and the family that I long for have come.


I hope you don't mind that.


As long as I manage everything, this is what will happen in this house, Ummar's halfway house is the new identity of this house, and you are my husband, he said, you will be known by the name Ummar in the eyes of the world and in the eyes of my parents.


I'm sorry if you don't like him.


But believe me, this is for the good of all the Bosses" said Fatimah while wearing a kopyah on the husband's head.


You're wrong Fatimah!, I've never even been this happy before, you're right!, the Ummar's halfway house is the new identity of this house, and even if I'm healed later, I will never change the identity of my house, even this second or even in the future, I will only be known as Ummar your husband, the Inner Great Boss was still so difficult just to utter a single sentence.