MISS AISHWA

A Gift From Dad

"Aishwa's.. Aishwa. get up" Her father patted Aishwa on the cheek.

This time Aishwa woke up late.

"You sick Aishwa? Don't work if it hurts anymore"

"Not dad. Aishwa only had a long dream" Aishwa said as she rubbed her eyes with her finger.

"Oh yeah. What are you dreaming?" Ask his father

"Mmmmm. aaakuu dream mother"

His father's eyes widened.

"Don't think about your mother, she doesn't care about you anymore. If he cared, he would have come here. For seven years he's been with you, he's never shown up for a second".

"But dad, I miss you. Even his face I don't know. Dad. Let me find mom." Rengek Aishwa and she started crying.

"Nothing but a fireplace. From now on, don't remember about him. Even if it's in a dream. No way" said his father raised his voice.

Aishwa was crying harder. Father let.

An hour later, Aishwa was still with her sour face.

"Assalamu. Aishwa" shouted Rafa from outside.

"Tempen you're coming. Shrieky. You're not ashamed?" Father said.

Aishwa bends her lips downwards.

He opened the door.

"Aishwa's. You don't work?" Ask Rafa

"Sister Rafa. Aishwa is not feeling well today"

"That's it, you take a break"

"Mmmm" Aishwa nodded.

Rafa left alone.

***

Later that night Aishwa goes to Rafa's house again to study. He knows a few letters and numbers. He can also write little by little.

"Aishwa's. Are you feeling better?" Rafa asked as he opened Aishwa's door.

They started the lesson.

"Aishwa's. Until you can memorize all the letters, I just taught you to read. Okay!". Rafa.

Rafa had Aishwa write A to Z without cheating.

Aishwa with his passion to write. Although still a bit slow but the writing is clear.

And finally he managed to write up the letter Z.

"Wahh. Your memory is very good. Four days ago I taught you"

Aishwa just smiled.

The clock shows at 9 p.m., Aishwa comes home.

Aishwa entered his house and saw his father sewing something with a potluck.

He sewed Aishwa's long-torn clothes.

"Dad again what?" Ask Aishwa.

He saw his father biting the thread.

"It's your favorite shirt, right?" That was Aishwa's shirt two years ago. He never wore it because part of his arm was torn off.

Her father then put the dress on to Aishwa.

"Look.beautiful, still fit. When I bought it, it was intentionally rather large. Let it be old"

"Suppose this is a gift from dad because you've been working so hard all this time". Followed his father

"Ayaah" Aishwa hugged her father.

The look on Aishwa's father's face was very anxious and worried about his son. He wondered if he could make Aishwa happy. His little heart cried and felt pain when he saw the child.

"I'm sorry dad son if I have to leave you with this kind of situation. I just don't want to worry you. Dad just did what he was supposed to do. I'm sorry I never told you about your mother. Daddy loves you Aishwa" . he's in his heart.

"dad was dreaming" Aishwa shocked her father

"it's okay Aishwa"

Aishwa looks not want to take off the dress, she ceaselessly shows her body by wearing the dress in front of her worn mirror. He was very happy and happy.