Pursuing the Love of Siti

BONCHAPS 4

"Where are we going, ma?" Daffa was shocked when his mother packed things into a suitcase.

"We're moving into Oma's house. Mama's done your stuff." Siti pointed at some suitcases lined up in front of the door.

"How do you want to go?" Ask Dita while fixing her hijab.

"If papa loves us, he'll catch up. But if he doesn't come it means he doesn't love us." Siti hugged her three baby withstanding the tightness of the whack.

"Ma, wait for papa. We don't want to go if we're not the same papa." said Dita.

"Yes, that means you don't love your mom." Siti remained firm in her clothes.

Siti sat in the corner of her room. Only a small sobbing sounded. His gaze stared at his wedding photo, reminiscing about the row of their love journey. His feet stepped towards the bathroom, it felt like his stomach could not be compromised anymore.

Dita and Zalika heard her mother's cry. They just shake their heads.

"Mama why?" Ask Dita to her sister.

"Papa bandit brother. That's why mama's crying." Answer Zalika.

"What did you think?"

"So, I don't know that Doctor Mauren used to pick me up at school instead of papa. I smell the scent...." Zalika is like sniffing.

"You're not the same as Mama. Look at it because you're a mama so cry." Dita glared at her sister.

"You said lying was a sin, brother." Zalika showed off her cute face.

"Basic, you are. If the teacher says at school we can not make our parents sad. Well what did you just do? make mama sad, right!"

Zalika looked down upon hearing Dita's nagging.

"Sorry, brother. I promise I won't make my mom sad again. How to not go to the house of Oma. I don't want to move out."

Siti came out of the room carrying her belongings. This included tickets and passports for her and her three children. Siti believes no one knows she is pregnant. Because it's not visible.

Siti stared at the letter she had placed on the nightstand. A long breath while closing the door of their house.

"Ma"

"Yes, Dita."

"Mama's already saying goodbye to papa. I've read that we're not saying goodbye to our parents means the same thing as Durhaka." Obviously Dita.Siti hugged her eldest daughter. Trying to hold back the crying in front of his son.

Your father doesn't love us anymore, son. He has a new figure. He cares more about his own desires than his family.

"It has. Mama has already said goodbye. Yuk it's the cab's arrived."Siti took her three children in a taxi. His eyes that had previously been swollen, made his three children feel sad.

"It's all because of that flirtatious aunt." Zalika.

Dita and Daffa glared at her sister. They put their index finger in front of their lips, asking their sister to be quiet. Especially Daffa who continues to glare at Zalika.

clique

The Jakarta

"Damples"

Jihan looked towards a woman who greeted. His smile expanded towards a familiar figure.

Jihan went to Azka's school to take care of her child's degree. Azka just finished SD with a very good NEM.

"You're Jihan Almira, right?" Guess the woman.

"Yes, this Diana is not the Nusa Bangsa High School boy." Jihan also guessed.

"Well, do you remember? You how are you?" Diana replies to Jihan chatting near the school grounds.

"Thank God be good, Diana. What are you doing here yourself? Your son goes to school here, yeah."

"Yes, my son is sick. That's why I couldn't take the final exam. I'm taking care of the compensation so Ayu can retest." the story goes.

"Bu Desi" said Jihan.

Desi, Azka's homeroom teacher, welcomes Jihan. They also talked about Azka's achievements.

"Mom, here's a gift for mom. Thanks for educating Azka to be a smart boy and Sholeh." Jihan took out her gift for the son's teacher.

"Thank you, mom. There is no need to use gifts. Not that Azka will be connecting at this school Junior High as well, ma'am."

"No, ma. Azka going to school at his boarding school Aa gym. His grandmother lives there." Clearly Jihan.

"Oh, is this Azka's wish, ma'am. Sorry that I know Azka aspires to be a TNI like her father. If you enter the pesantren will not be difficult to realize his goals, ma'am."

Jihan fell silent. Azka's school decisions are not of her or Akbar. Azka's school placement has been arranged with Tia and her extended family. She can what? His status and Akbar are just parents.

"Mom."

"Eh, yes sorry. When it comes to Azka school, it is Azka's own will. Oh, yes, my goal here is to get an Azka diploma. Now Azka's been hummed."

"Just a minute, yes, Ma'am Jihan." Desi took the diploma file in her closet. Soon the degree had already changed hands to Jihan.

Jihan said goodbye to Azka's homeroom teacher. He also did not stop to thank for the services of educating Azka. The steps stopped seeing Diana rush away.

"In, where are you going?"

"Han, ayu drop. I'm going to the hospital next time we talk again."

"Diana, I'm with you, yeah."

Jihan knows for sure the condition of Diana's heart is down. That's why he volunteered to accompany his high school friend. Throughout the journey Diana was just crying. Jihan's driving Diana's car. His car was picked up by his office driver.

Until the hospital, they ran to Ayu's room. There were several families waiting, many crying at the sight of Diana's arrival.

"Well why, ma'am?"

"Flame was convulsing, now the doctor's handling."

Jihan was unable to hold back the tears. He felt pity, a very young age ayu had to bear a very severe disease.

The gaze turned a pair of women and men into a doctor practice. Jihan subconsciously followed the two. Then read the sign in front of the door "special internal medicine". Lama Jihan was stunned by the writing on the board.

Chequelek

"Damn.." The face was pale looking at the figure in front of the door.

"Why are you here?"

"So you have plenty of time to accompany him for treatment. While when I ask for control to the obstetrician, you have a lot of reasons. Wicked, you, mas!"

Jihan ran crying leaving Akbar stuck in front of the doctor's practice.

"Tia, you're here first. I'm going to see Jihan first."

Tia held Akbar's hand "Let him calm down first, bar. When he is again emotional, you will also be free. You take me home first, after that you meet your wife. Talk about it carefully."

Household

Jihan who was already feeling calm finally entered the house. An astonished face saw his house rame with Edwar and his wife's son gathered. There is Bella who is second grade Junior High School, Aura who is already 5th grade Elementary School and Dewana who has just turned 6 years old.

"Good luck you came. I want some good news."

Jihan tried to smile "What is it, ma'am?"

Aisyah's mother asked Jihan to sit down on the sofa "You know, son. Ilham called Siti pregnant with her third child." Say Mom cheerfully.

"Alhamdulillah." Answer Jihan Flat.

Your life is always lucky. Have a successful husband and now your son wants four. As for me, I have been married for seven years but have not had a child.