Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??
Rea is back.
"Tante!," said one of Fatimah's foster children to a hooded woman who was passing by the edge of the road in front of their house.
The woman was immediately stopped by the side of the veil that continued to cover part of her facial features, until only her eyes were visible at that time.
"A-what's the matter?," asked the woman suddenly turned nervous for no reason.
"It's for aunty" said the boy as he thrust a box of food towards the woman.
"No, thank you," said the woman as her gaze turned not to look around the mansion and toward Fatimah who was also busy distributing food to others.
There is something strange about this house, the woman's mind while closing her face.
"Well aunt, this is our alms because our event today has gone smoothly," said the boy made the woman in front of him more curious.
"Events?, and who are you?" the woman asked as she looked around the mansion more closely.
There were a lot of new things he saw at the time.
The house in front of her was filled with girls dressed in sexy clothes, now what is seen is a lot of small children hooded and berkopiah seen there.
Everything he saw from the house was so much different compared to the atmosphere a few weeks ago.
Who are they?, the inner woman even to the point of repeating her own inner questions.
"We?, we are the foster children of Fatimah and Ummar!, does aunt yet know?," exclaimed the boy proudly.
Unknowingly, because he was so surprised to hear the boy's words, he had unwittingly removed his grip from the cover of his face.
"Foster child?, brother Ummar?, what does he mean?," asked the woman who was none other than Rea in disguise.
"I introduce you to auntie, this is Ummar's halfway house, where we live. Yes maybe because our halfway house is still standing a few weeks ago so his aunt does not know it," exclaimed the boy so proud of his introducing his pride house to Rea.
Rice that sometimes only they get once a day from the results of their sweat begging and scavenging, now they can feel eating three times a day without any shortage, he said, even those who used to be considered dirty and worthless on the side of the road, now many love and want them.
"Ummar's halfway house?, what joke is this!, who is Ummar?, has this house been sold?," exclaimed Rea a little to make the boy turn frightened.
"That's Brother Ummar, our brother's husband," said the boy, pointing to the big boss sitting quietly in his wheelchair right next to Fatimah, then the boy immediately rushed away from the presence of Rea who increasingly showed his unfriendly face.
"Didn't I hear wrong?" complained Rea as she clenched her hands.
He was so upset when he heard that fact.
Only because of a woman named Fatimah your name and identity are also in the fox at will. Even your pride house has now been destroyed and turned into a useless piece of trash like this, pathetic!, what a pity!, inner Rea quickly returned to cover her face with a veil that she had used just before Fatimah was about to turn her head in her direction.
"She can't recognize me" said Rea as she watched Fatimah begin to walk up to her while pushing her husband's wheelchair to go where he was going.
"Sir, this is for mbak, hopefully barokah for mbak and also for us" said Fatimah while giving a box of food to Rea.
With a nod, Rea received the food from Fatimah's hand.
When the big boss accidentally saw a tattoo on Rea's wrist.
The huge Boss face's sharpness instantly also turned into agitation mixed with fear.
"Why mas?, are you overheated?," asked Fatimah so astonished by the change in attitude of the big Boss from calm to so agitated as back then.
Rea!, he's Rea Fatimah!, don't approach him!, drive him out of here before disturbing our composure and the rest of the children!, the big inner boss so visibly agitated in his wheelchair.
His mouth was so difficult just to say a word he wanted to say.
Seeing the reaction of the big boss, Rea immediately begged Fatimah for a farewell and immediately left before Fatimah also realized who was in front of her at that time.
