Sebatang Kara's...

Syifa means medicine...

The day passed. Tonight, we're having a party at my uncle's house.

The neighbors and the clerics we invited have arrived.

After all the invitations had gathered in the living room, one of the ulama alim started the tahlilan event.

A few hours later, the ceremony at my uncle's house ended with the best and solemn prayer, and was devoted to the late Izal bang.

After dinner together, we took a short break, then cleaned up the dirty house and eating utensils with the help of the neighbors.

Any heavy work will feel easy and quickly completed if done in a carried royong.

A few hours later, all the homework was done. The neighbors went back to their homes.

Right now, I'm putting my son Habib to sleep, because he woke up, maybe a noise that happened while we were doing homework.

After putting my son Habib to sleep, I got out of bed to meet my daughter who was still talking to my Uncle.

" Let's go to bed, kid, it's late at night, tomorrow Kira's going to school?", I asked.

" Kira doesn't want to go to school yet" he said.

" Well baby, Kira had two days off from school, but do not be sad and cry on, later your mother and late father also saddened, multiply praying and teaching, more, that Allah SWT may give His best place to your father dear ", I explained.

" Yes ma, Kira bobo first yes ma" he said as he passed away to the bedroom.

" Daughter, you mustn't be so hard to advise Syakira, because after all, she must be very sad about her father's passing, you must pay more attention to your daughter, so that she forgets her sadness", my aunt said with a smile.

" Yes son, now they only have you, their mother, their place to take refuge and expect complete affection for them" my uncle added.

" Yes uncle, I will try to give my best to my two children, I will pay more attention to them, so that they forget the departure of Izal bang, and do not grieve anymore. Thank you uncle and aunt, for all your support and advice, really, I am very lucky to have you as my family" I said with a smile and hugged my Aunt's body.

" We're a family, son, we should support and love each other" my aunt said, smiling at me.

" I rest first, Mom, my body aches all ", I said as I let go of my embrace.

" Yes, son, should we ask the aunt's prick-man to come to the house tomorrow morning before breakfast" said my aunt.

" Maybe Bi, after all the work I did during Izal's bang in the hospital, just now feels tired" I said with a smile on her face.

" Yeah, later aunty SMS in the pimp subscription aunt yes" he said.

" Yes Bi, thank you Bi", I said with a smile on her face.

I went to the bedroom to rest. Before going to bed, I first clean my body and take ablution to perform isya prayers and other circumcision prayers.

After the prayer, I felt my heart calmer and my mind clearer to think. O Allah, I am pleased to live the life You have ordained, forgive all my sins, and give me strength and sinfulness and fortitude, Aamiin.

I got up from the prayer hall and walked slowly to the bed.

A few minutes later, I began to fall asleep in my sleep.

Took..

" Kid, wake up first, there's something important that Auntie wants to talk about" my aunt said quietly, for fear of waking up my sleeping children.

I went from the bed to the door to open it.

" What's the matter Bi?", I asked while covering my mouth that was yawning, because it was sleepy.

" Let's go to the living room first" said my aunt.

I followed my aunt from behind to the living room.

While walking towards the living room, I heard a loud baby cry.

" Whose baby is Ma'am, when there is the sound of baby crying" I said curious.

" Yes, let's see it straight away" said my aunt.

Upon arrival in the living room, I saw a baby in my uncle's arms.

" Whose baby is uncle?", I asked.

" You see his face first you will know him immediately" said my Uncle.

I walked slowly closer to my uncle. I looked at his face and looked at his face closely.

" Athaghfirullah" I said in a loud voice in shock after recognizing the baby's face.

" Is this the baby bang Izal with Mira?", I asked.

" Well that woman has gone mad, she could have abandoned her own baby, baby girl or boy Bi?", I asked.

" Baby girl boy, so her face is very similar to Izal, what a magical woman that, fortunately, your uncle had not slept, so he heard the sound of crying poor baby, and in the box was another letter" my aunt said.

" Where's Bi's letter?", I asked.

" That is, your uncle put it on the table" said Bibi, pointing to the letter.

I rushed to the table and picked up the letter and read it in a soft voice.

For you, Ani, I give you the last memory of Izal, I don't want to remember or remember him anymore, if you don't want to take care of him and raise him, please throw him into the orphanage or give him to someone else, I don't want to deal with that son of a s*ial carrier anymore, because he's suffering my life.

That's how the letter is.

I was silent and stunned after reading the letter, and confused as to what to do.

" How about bi, what should I do?", I asked as I looked at my aunt's face.

" You better think carefully, son, before you can make a decision, your uncle and aunt will take care of it for a while" said my Uncle.

" Okay uncle, if that's according to uncle, I'll follow uncle's advice", I said as I passed away to my bedroom.

Upon arrival in the room, I laid my body on the bed. I tried to close my eyes, I couldn't sleep, because my mind was on the baby.

What should I do with the baby?, I said in my heart.

On the one hand, I feel sorry for the baby, on the other hand, I do not want my children to feel that my love for them is divided, because I promised to pay more attention and love them more, this made me upset.

Finally, tired of thinking between hearing my heart or mind, I fell asleep while hugging my pillow.

The night passed, and the morning came.

As usual, I do my activities every morning. I woke up my daughter to perform dawn prayers.

After the prayer, I took my daughter Syakira to see my aunt in her room.

" Bi", I said, knocking on the door of her room.

" Yes son", he said, opening the door.

" Where's the baby bi?", I asked.

" It's still sleeping in the box baby was yours first" he said with a smile.

I clasped my daughter's hand while walking towards the baby box.

" Kira, look at the baby!", I said.

Syakira looked at the baby's face.

" It's pretty, ma'am, but how do you look like dad?" she said.

" Kira don't want to have a girl?", I asked.

" Yes ma, is he Kira's grandfather just like Habib's grandfather?", he asked.

" Yes dear, he is the Adeknya Kira and Adeknya Habib, what does Kira like?", I asked again.

" Yes ma, we just take it home to our house, let our house be more crowded" he said with a smile to me.

" Dear, baby, tomorrow we take it home to us yes, because later tonight there is still a pickle tahlilan at your grandfather's house" I explained.

" Hooree, I thought she had another adek, beautiful adek" he said, applauding.

" Yes, I think breakfast first, mom wants to give her baby a drink of milk ", I said.

" Ooh, yes ma, but whose name is ma?", he asked.

" When about the name we give the name Syifa, according to Kira how?", I asked.

" What does his name mean?", he asked curiously.

" Syifa means medicine, which means a cure for the sadness we experience, hopefully with his presence in our small family, our lives are more blessed and happy" I said with a smile on her face.

" Yes ma, the name is very good, Syifa is the cure of our grief ma, and I will love him as I love the adej Habib ma" he said happily.

" Yes dear, because Syifa is indeed your sister, the same as Habib's sister" I said with a smile on her face.

Seriate...