
"Ma, Syifa went to the room to see Nizam?" Anita nodded "Yes son, you go to the room and look at your child!"
Syifa smiled at her mother-in-law, but as she passed by her husband. He looked at Azam with hatred. If it wasn't for Nizam, she would have divorced him. Why did Nizam pay for all his father's deeds?
"Why do you see me as a like,"
Not yet Azam continued his words, Syifa had left him. It made him groan his jaw "Mama look! The more day of his nature is so insolent! She was not like the gentle and loving Sheira! Sheira just can't choose her career and family. But Syifa?"
Even Azam still compared Syifa to his ex-wife "Diam Azam! Don't talk anymore otherwise mama will hit you!"
Azam was speechless, Anita shook her head in annoyance. Why can't my son think well?
"Why is that kid so stupid! Comparing others," Anita upset.
Syifa heard her husband's words, her heart ached a little. Why did Azam distinguish him and Sheira from Nizam's mother?
"If she's that good, why leave her son and husband?" Syifa muttered softly, her tears falling involuntarily. Maybe his young age makes him unable to think clearly and well.
Syifa did not love Azam, but when compared like that would definitely hurt, right? Who is not sick to hear himself different from others?
Azam should be grateful to Syifa, who is big-hearted to marry a widower like him.
Syifa went into the child's room, Nizam smiled "Mother, where are you? Nizam looking for mom?"
"I'm sorry, baby, mother was at the mother's parents' house. Because your grandma and grandpa miss you, but now you're back with you, right?"
Nizam nodded, he asked Syifa not to go linger "Mother, do not go long? Nizam lonely if there is no mother, mother see? Nizam can go back to playing the flute,"
"Mother, don't you like it?"
After listening to her beautiful flute, Nizam asked her mother if Syifa liked it or not "Very dear, very beautiful. You're a smart kid, though,"
Nizam smiled, and went back to playing his flute. Syifa was happy to see Nizam back cheerful and not moody.
Nizam again stopped his activities playing flute, seeing his mother who looked sad he asked "Mother why? Mother sad? Papa make you sad again? Papa is evil with mom?"
Syifa shook her head quickly "No boy! Mother is not sad because papa, papa is also not evil! In fact, papa's a very good papa for Nizam,"
"For mom?" Syifa fell silent, asking her son to return to play the flute
"Darling, let's play it again! Mother could not wait to hear the melodious rhythm that Nizam created. Come baby!"
"No way, mother is sad,"
"No dear" Syifa smiled lovingly at her son "Mother is not sad! Nizam don't worry!"
Outside the door, Anita and Azam saw the two of them "You see! There is no mother who is as good as Syifa, even Sheira is not able to be a good mother for Nizam!"
"Ma, uh,"
"What Mom said is true! If she's a good mother, she won't leave her baby!"