My Ottoman Girl

Meet

Hafiz and his wife and mother came out of the baby shop with tired faces and rumbling bellies, worms in their bellies already the choir concert singing a hungry song. In Aygul's lap there are already 3 paper bags containing pregnant clothes. They did not buy baby equipment because Aygul's gestational age was not yet 7 months.

He smiled at the thought of wearing a green sage-colored negligee that was again trending this year. Hafiz pushed his wheelchair towards the elevator tube elevator to switch to the 7th floor in the food court area.

As his wife's wheelchair was about to pass through a sports-specific clothing store from a few meters away he saw the figure of a girl he knew so well crying and below him was a grown man sitting in a row on his feet.

Bu Hafizah who saw first suddenly ran up to the Goddess and hugged the girl from behind. As a mother, her instincts speak to support the sad-looking girl.

"What's this about? Why are you struggling like this? !" Madam Hafizah said softly but firmly.

The goddess who felt protected immediately hugged Mother Hafiz tightly by crying sobbing. The pain and disappointment had gathered into years of settling into his body of joy.

Because the man's life was a mess even destroyed unceremoniously. The hope of being a good woman and having the best husband evaporates because of her dark past, even she lost her own child because of the selfishness of her parents. His heart broke into pieces like a glass that fell to the floor and shattered formless.

Suddenly, the man came to apologize. He even heard that this man only got a light sentence in prison and he could be released faster because of the strength of his parents' property.

As a victim he even had trauma if he met the man. If only this wasn't a legal state it would be like chopping her up and giving it to Herder's housekeeper.

Hafiz did not want to approach them too closely for fear of Aygul's jealousy, and again he was not a person who liked to interfere with other people's problems even though the Goddess was his past friend.

"Tante, please take me away from here. Hiks. hiks..hiks I don't want to see his face again.! " His cry broke on Mother Hafiz's shoulder.

Mother who was still confused by their problems became silent for a moment but the sway of the hand of the Goddess immediately resuscitated her. With a loud thud finally Mommy can adjust his breath and tell the Man to stand. Maybe she felt like a mother so her compassion told her to quickly act to save the girl beside her.

" Please stand up Mas, do not squabble like that because we are both human beings who do not deserve such treatment! "

"Goddess!!! Goddess!! " reflexes Bu Hafizah yelled to call but the Goddess ignored him because of the trauma of meeting the man.

Hafiz immediately approached his mother while pushing a wheelchair, Aygul anxiously saw his in-laws shouting for the girl he was actually avoiding.

" Mother.no more screaming. Let him go and we'll call him for an explanation! " call Hafiz walked over to his mother.

Madam Hafizah chuckled, "Actually who are you to make the Goddess fear like that!" finally out also her ketus word.

" I'm sorry I messed up Auntie's time, I just wanted to apologize to the Goddess for the mistake I made, "

" fault? what mistake? "the curious also finally.

"I'll tell you a story but there are conditions! " the man said to Ma'am Hafizah.

Haris was furious to hear the man proposed the condition but his curiosity was more dominant

"What conditions?! "

" The condition is please give the phone number of Dewi because I want to apologize! "

Hariz shook his head in disapproval of the man's wishes.