Princess Surgaku Khaula

Massalogue story

This morning we woke up early to make a plan that we did not have time to put together yesterday because of fatigue.

Ammar and I are preparing to change their appearance more closely so that my husband Adryan will not be recognized. We went to breakfast early because we were afraid they would finish breakfast.

Just got me and my Ammar at this hotel restaurant. Breakfast was served in front of us. Soon after this place started to get crowded. Our eyes began to select one after another the faces of everyone who entered here.

35 Minutes we waited, and finally we showed up.

My husband walked in with the woman I saw yesterday from behind. She was not so beautiful, her appearance was ordinary. Less what do I reward? this your choice? can't you look for something more beautiful and fashionable than me? don't you miss me pah?

My flower held my hand again, a sign of wanting to strengthen my mind. I also replied with a nod and a smile. They were sitting not so far away with us that I could freely see her cherry face that looked so blooming like a person in love. But I have to stay strong!

They left without spending their breakfast, like in a hurry to visit a place. We followed them from behind. The driver was ready in his position.

They stopped at a maternity clinic. What are they there for? looking at the brother who gave birth? or did my husband switch professions to become a maternity clinic checker? no longer checking the state of the company that he left for days entrusted to his assistant to be left a week? my heart was getting so bad, I could no longer think about my son's feelings. I myself am burning with jealous fire.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Ask my son to make sure.

"Mamah sure dear, Mamah wants all this to be done soon, Mamah wants everything to be revealed immediately." My speech.

The last three months my husband has been out of town on business. Don't it just be an excuse?I hope my accusations are wrong!

They both entered the examination room, about 20 minutes out of the room with a face that was so bright, while rubbing the stomach of a woman who seemed two years younger than me.

My feelings? I can't express it with words. Wanting to slap her face, I pulled away from the woman who was on her side and hit her head with a large glass vase beside me. But I have to hold back.

I saw my son so angry, his hands shook as I held on. I'm afraid he came to my husband and put it on here.

"Damp your emotions. Help Mama execute this plan well." I tried to persuade him.

I saw him go and get in the car, I followed him.

"Well, he was so idolized, he was so I adored in front of friends, he's the perfect father Mah. Why Mah? he betrayed my trust?" Ask son.

"Dear, I want to forget your frustration. Shout if you want, make your heart a little comfortable." My speech.

"I'm sorry Mah, for the attitude of my Father Mamah must feel a lot of sorrow." Say again.

"It's not your fault my son, is it!" I hugged and stroked her hair until she felt much calmer as she waited for my husband and the woman to come out of the clinic.

Sure enough, soon after they came out of the clinic with happy faces, I saw my husband picking up a young pregnant woman. Pregnant whose child? I don't know! I hope it's not the seed of my husband. We decided to split the task. I went to see the shopkeeper who is now acting as Riani's adoptive parents and my son followed where they went on condition that they didn't hit anything.

I took a public transport to the store, I told the driver and my son to follow my husband. Along the way I hope that the reality I'm about to hear won't hurt so much.

"Assalamu'alaikum ma'am." I said to Ratna's mom.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, Mother who was here the other day with a boy right?" Answer ms. Ratna.

"True Ma'am, it's me." My speech.

"What's up? What do you want to find?" Ms. Ratna asked again.

"I want to find a shar'i Muslim suit for teenagers?" My answer.

"There's Mom, please choose." Her speech.

I chose one dozen of the most beautiful Muslim shar'i clothes. I sobbed because I remembered my little daughter Khaul. Had she existed, it would have been very beautiful wearing these clothes. I shed my tears and asked how much I should pay.

"A lot of Mum? Do you have many teenage daughters?" Ask Mrs Ratna.

"Not many ma'am, I only have one daughter." My answer.

"It's nice to collect clothes, Mom, son?" Said Ms. Ratna.

"Not really, even my daughter's clothes I shared." My speech

"Then what's my daughter doing?" Ask Ms. Ratna curious.

"He was just wearing a shroud." Briefly said.

Suddenly the shopkeeper fell silent and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry that many ask Mom." He said as if sorry.

"It's okay Mom, I bought this shirt for me to share. While my daughter's life was so happy to share, oh yeah give one to Rani's mother's niece." My speech.

"Well, thank you, ma'am." Happy answer.

"May I ask you something, ma'am?" My speech.

"Please." Bu Ratna.

"Where are Riana and Rani's parents?" I dare to ask.

"The parents have been separated for a long time. His mother died after his father left, maybe stress Mom. Got to take care of two of the boys yourself." Definitely Ms. Ratna.

"From childhood they're with Mom?" Ask again.

I think Riani's foster parents must know a lot.

"Is he married?" Ask again.

"Already, 5 months ago. Yes, even if only a simple marriage that matters is legal first. He married his friend from childhood his name is Adryan, he has a big company in the city." Miss Ratna's explanation hurt my heart so much.

Five months ago? my body suddenly lost its balance. Almost my body collapsed, if not held and told to sit by Riani's adoptive mother.

"Why Ma'am? Mother why? Mommy sick?" He asked and panicked.

I would love to reveal everything. Yes ma'am, I'm sick, so hurt are the wounds that my husband and your adopted daughter are inflicting on my heart. More than just feeling burned, more than just feeling slashed. It hurts!

I picked out the 12 clothes I had chosen, I separated one for Rani. I immediately withdrew and went on a public vehicle. I brought the 11 clothes I bought from the store.

I saw a young woman riding in a public vehicle carrying three toddlers. He carried two children and another child was led. My attention was on him, I allowed him to sit next to me, I was so amazed to see him. She was very young and beautiful just that there were some patches on her clothes.

"Sit here Deck!" My speech.

"Yes, thank you."The answer.

"This is all your son?" Ask again.

"Yes, this is all my son Ma'am." Answer's short.

"Where's your husband? didn't he help you look after the kids?" I was getting curious and asking.

"My husband's been dead since our first son was still in the womb." Obviously while trying to smile.

"Then these two kids?" I continued to ask.

"They are my brother's sons. No one takes care of them, his parents are divorced and no one brings his child. Our other brothers don't want to take care of them. Rather than them living a long life have better come with me." Her speech.

"Where are you going? aren't you the hassles of the Deck?" My speech.

"We want to go to the wholesale market to buy some clothes, I'm a traveling clothing seller Ma'am. It just so happens that the stock at home runs out." Answer again.

I don't know why it feels so shady when I see it. I also could not bear to let him go with the serepot.

"Will you accept my help?" I persuaded.

"What help is ma'am?" She asked.

"I bought 11 clothes that I would either give to whom.will you accept? it can be used for you and some of you sell again. If you are still lacking I will ask the driver here to pick you up and deliver you to a place where you often shop, I am worried about your child. Too risky if riding a public vehicle.certainly you are hassles." I explained my point.

"Thank you Mom, thank you, I'm confused. I have to make a living but what about my son? I can't leave them. Who's gonna take care of them? there was no other way but to take it. It's more than enough ma'am, then I'll just go home." He said while crying happily and hugging his three children.

For a moment I forgot about my problem, the problem that made me ride this public vehicle and was met with an extraordinary woman beside me.

"Can I come with you home? sorry earlier. I'm in trouble and don't know where to go, let me visit your house." My love for him.

"Let's Mom, please." Answer agrees.

We got off the bus and took public transport to the mother of the three children's house.

"My name is Humaira, what's your name?" I asked the young lady.

"My name misses Mom." Answer with a smile.

"You're so young, how old are you?" My speech.

"24 Years old Mom." Missing Speech.

"Not much different from the age of my youngest son." My speech.

We talked all the way up to finally miss stopping public transportation and paying.Descended we then stepped into a simple house that is not so spacious but neatly arranged.

"We're staying here ma'am, let's go inside."

I entered the simple house, there was a cold air entering the heart giving a little peace to my heart that was in turmoil.

"Please drink ma'am." Said Miss's adoptive son the biggest, probably around 6 years old.

"Thank you, son." I drank the water he gave me. My memory drifted at a time when Ammarku was still this child's age. I suddenly remembered my flower who was following his papah.

I took the phone and contacted him immediately.

"Hello son, how about?"

"Come Mah. I feel bad, my head hurts. I'm back at the hotel to rest." The answer.

"Alright, honey, get some rest. Hope your situation improves soon." My speech.

I can't tell you where I am, what new facts I've discovered. I feel his headache because of the problem we are facing. I let him calm down for a while.