Pin me With Your Faith

Gratitude

After breakfast that morning, Syanum immediately prepared to go to the city.

Currently Rafael and Zefa have been sitting in the minimalist living room of Gandi's house. Several bodyguards and drivers waited in the courtyard.

They're here to pick up Syanum, who he says will go with them.

"Sorry, our house is cramped" Gandi began the conversation.

"No, this house is very comfortable in my opinion" replied Rafael.

"Before I apologize about past events" Friska looked down at him.He did not want to look at Rafael who is now no longer a muhrim for him.

"I've forgiven and closed all the stories of the past"

"Thank you for remembering me"

"I won't take what is not rightfully mine Fris, because it's all your right "

Friska nodded.

"Please take care of our son Zepha, I believe in you" Friska said with dewy eyes.

"Surely, I can't hold that trust. I will regard Syanum as my own son. If you miss, you can come to our house"

Friska shook her head, the tears she was holding back finally came out. He was very afraid to go back to the city, full of dark stories.. And Rafael knows what Friska is thinking.

"You don't have to worry about Irene anymore, her company's gone bankrupt and she doesn't live in this country anymore. I'll guarantee that he can't do anything to you" Rafael said. "It's time that you're free with no shadow of the past"

Friska smiled, "Thank you Rafael "his sincere words.

Friska and Gandi drove the child to ride Rafael's car.

Unceasingly his words of gratitude he addressed to Allah SWT.

He has met good people.

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Meanwhile, the car carrying Rafael's family has arrived at Rafael's mansion.

Syanum was stunned to see the beauty in front of his eyes, this house like a palace in a fairy tale he had ever seen.

Slow pat d shoulder makes his daydreams crumpled.

"You consider your own home, don't hesitate. And consider me your mother too" said Zefa softly.

Syanum.

"Thank you Auntie"

"Not aunty, but mama"

Syanum smiled behind his veil.

"All right ma"

"Well, that's good to hear it"

"Well in, Mama's gonna show you your room"

Zepha took Syanum around the house. He knew Syanum to the officers who worked at Zepha's house. Since Zepha's children have not returned, Zefa plans to introduce them at dinner.

Syanum d between one of the arts to the room that has been prepared for it.

"Thank you ma'am"

"Don't call mbak non, call bik or mbok only"

"I'm not good"

"But I call it that way"

Syanum just smiled and opened the niqab he was wearing.

"Well, that's not pretty at all."

"Astaghfirullah, I think the mbok has come out" Syanum returned to wear his niqab.

"Hehe sorry non if aunty sassy, is it not sultry to wear a veil??"

Syanum shook his head, "I'm used to being a little mbok"

Syanum nodded "thank you once again"

Syanum closed the door, making sure he stayed alone in the room.

Clean yourself and arrange the items he brought into the closet that has been provided.

This room is very spacious, as big as his house in the village. With luxurious facilities as well..

And Syanum is grateful to be able to feel some of the blessings that God has given for him.

"FABIAYYIA LAA IRABBIKUMAA TUKAZZIBAN. Then which favor of God are you lying about".

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Syanum lived his day happily, he no longer needed to feel the pain of holding hunger..

No more need to walk many kilometers to reach the destination..

Everything he needs, he has provided, even for his monthly guests Zefa who buys every month..

No more bully, no more scorn and no more unpleasant treatment..

There are only a few people who see it a little differently, probably because of Syanum's closed appearance..

But they were not bully, even they approached and reached out to make friends..

God heard the prayer he always climbed like three nights..

His hope came true through the hand of the hand chosen by God..

All this time he was not ungrateful, but every ordinary man did not escape sin, right???

"how son??? Do you live there??? Ask Friska over the phone..

"Alhamdulillah ma'am, I am here.. Everyone looks good"

"Alhamdulillah, I'm glad to hear that, son.."

"mom when are you coming here??? I miss my mother" said Syanum lirih...

"later, son, you're out of harvest.. My mom and dad are planning to go there"

"Easy harvest makelah smoothly, ma'am,,,"

"Aamiin Allahumma Aamiin "

"Yes, I'm going to take your lunch first.. Later in the paddy field, mother phone again.. He said the father misses"

"Yes Ma'am, now I want to be ready to go to campus first, said Assalamualaikum Bu"

"waalaikum salam nak"

Every day Syanum always exchanged news with his parents in the village..

He did not want to say the nuts forget the skin.. Although he lives in luxury, Syanum will not forget his own parents..

Even Syanum also inserted snacks that Rafael gave to them...

Of course Friska refused, because his word here Mr. Gandi is still working..

"you're quite happy father, son, do not need to think about your father and mother, to eat a day is enough for us..."

"Later if your harvest is successful, you will visit there,. I miss my father's son "

"Remember.. Consider Mr. Rafael and Ms. Zefa your parents.. Love them as you love us"

And there are many more wise tips conveyed by the parents of Syanum.

Syanum is determined to study diligently and open his own business so that his parents are no longer in trouble.. And the father did not have to go to the fields anymore.

Staying here makes Syanum know all the past Friska, just outline and not too detailed.

Zefa told me about that time when Syanum accompanied her to make a cake. Zefa who knows Syanum is good at cooking, often invites him to play flour in the kitchen... Flour which eventually became a delicious cake ..

Sometimes Syanum feels bad when Zefa starts comparing him and Devani who are a little lazy..

Fortunately, Vani did not hate himself.. Even Devani often invites Syanum when he gathers with his peers..

Devani even introduced Syanum as a cousin and said if happy because he had friends at home..