Not a Savings Woman

Go home

''Where are you from, Ris?'' ask Ida to approach Haris. 

Ainaya who almost turned the knob even undoes his intention. His back was against the door. 

''So I took my son for a walk, Ma, '' Haris replied nervously. Shifting her body blocked Ida's view which directly led to Ainaya's room. 

Ms. Ida pulled the cheek of the baby padlock in Haris's sling and carried it. "Looky, he looks like you" said Ida, who was immediately fascinated by Bilal's face. 

Haris looked at Mr. Indrawan who was behind Ida. Hoping that they did not suspect him who had just walked out of Ainaya's room. 

''Papa and mama are already from Jihan's room?" Haris switched the conversation. 

''After all, he was sleeping. Mama didn't want to bother him, '' she said.

They returned to Jihan's room without any suspicion.

While Ainaya peeked, staring at the backs of the two in-laws and her husband passed by. 

''Mama, papa. It is indeed your grandchild, but not from the womb of Jihan, but from my womb.  

Ainaya came in and sat down on the edge of the bed. Waiting for uncle and aunt to return because today he decided to go home. 

''It turns out the process of giving birth to Jihan is very fast, Ris. Mama salute him, said Ida Proud.

''Yes, Ma, replied Haris briefly. Because, he did not know anything when Ainaya gave birth and for him it is not important to be revealed. 

''What about Jihan, is she okay? Is his Asi also smooth?'' ask Ms. Ida again while opening the door. 

Haris arranges the words on the tip of the tongue. He panicked as Ida looked at him. Maybe if the question was just about Jihan he would be able to answer it. However, when it comes to babies they will be difficult to answer.

"If Jihan has not been able to breastfeed, papa is not given the best formula, '' he continued. 

Haris nodded quickly, at least it was a better solution than having to bring it to Ainaya. While Ida's mother, she also did not want to force Jihan if she was not used to it.

I hope you never ask anything weird. That is Haris' hope in the future. 

Jihan opened her eyes slowly. I hear the conversation from the sofa. It turns out that Ida and Indrawan were busy changing Bilal's diaper, while Haris chose clothes for her baby. 

''When is mom coming?'' jihan asked in a weak voice. 

As planned, the woman did not move from her place.

''Just a few minutes ago, replied Ida from a distance. ''I'm sorry mom couldn't accompany you during childbirth, '' she added with guilt. 

''No papa, '' replied Jihan. She could see Ida's enthusiasm while taking care of her baby. 

If you knew that it wasn't my baby and Haris's, would she still love him?' ask Jihan in the heart. 

The atmosphere was getting warmer as Jihan approached Bu Ida and Mr. Indrawan. Like the person who finished giving birth, he walked slowly with the help of the husband. 

''Other times you should pay attention to Jihan, Ris. His fear was careless and did not care about him.'' Miss Ida reminded. 

Jihan held Bilal and looked at him. Then turned to look at Haris who was in front of him. 

How does he look like Haris yes, is this just my feeling, or __

Jihan brushed off the bad prejudices that suddenly flashed and remembered Ainaya's words back then. 

No, this is Ainaya's son and her husband, not Haris' son. 

The noise from Haris' phone was heard. 

The man immediately stood up from his seat and reached into his pants pocket. 

It was a message from Ainaya. 

Sorry, I want to go home now. And after this I'll stay at aunt's house. Take good care of our child.

Haris looked at his entire family alternately then stopped at the tiny figure in front of Jihan. 

Just go home it's better, I'll be there later, but I hope you keep your promise. From now on Bilal is my son and Jihan, not your son. Remember that. 

Haris sent the message in response. Then put the phone in again. Hope Ainaya doesn't bother her little family. 

Ainaya who was in the room was staring at the nanar towards the baby clothes on her lap. Hugged it tightly. Smell the special aroma left there.

Haris's answer was a stern warning. Maybe at this time he can accommodate all the burdens buried, but one day hope there will be justice for him. 

''Mama will miss you, son. Mama will always pray that God will unite us.''

Ainaya spilled the rest of her tears left behind. Her eyes were already swollen as if she was not tired of continuing to cry. 

 Get out of his room. Before actually leaving the hospital, Ainaya asked the nurse to take her to Jihan's room. 

''Is Miss going in?'' ask the sisters when they have arrived in front of the intended room. 

Ainaya shook his head without a sound. His eyes stared inwards from the transparent glass door. 

May we meet again, however I am his mother and nothing can separate us but death. 

When viewed from outside Ainaya is like mengikhlaskan his son in the clutches of others. However, in the heart it feels heavy to take it off. His still weak state helplessly made it possible to do more and wait for the right time. 

Ainaya and his aunt and uncle got off the transport right in front of the house. Accidentally some citizens flashed looking at them with suspicious gazes. Moreover, when looking at the different conditions of Ainaya.

''Ainaya has given birth, ma'am?'' ask one of the curious residents. 

''Already,'' replied the short aunt holding Ainaya's hand walking. 

Uncle dropped off some of Ainaya's bags and followed his wife. Not heeding the pinch of those who might think things through. 

Where did you give birth to the baby? Why not take it home? Such was the question of the people who were currently standing in front of the fence of the uncle's house. 

Ainaya sat in the living room. Trying to forget what happened. As hard as it is, it is against the same circumstances. 

''From now on you stay here, your uncles and aunts will work, '' said the aunt entered Ainaya's room and cleaned it. 

There was no answer, Ainaya felt that his life had already been ruined, unable to even get up again. For what is busy arranging a new life while half of his life is currently in others. 

This is not fair, he must suffer while others are happy. His sacrifice was futile and not considered, it was very painful. 

''Uncle is sure someday you will get real happiness,'' said uncle patted Ainaya's arm slowly and then left.

Ainaya tried to accept and rise again.

O God, You will not test Your servant beyond his means. Give instructions so that the Servant can face all this.