Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 83. Love of a Father

After hearing the explanation from Lord Aaron, Ustaz Hamdan left his guest at his house. He walked around the main mosque of Ponpes Athaillah to the family tomb behind him.

From the beginning of Ustaz Hamdan never blamed his brother-in-law, especially now he knows the whole story. Mr. Aaron tells of everything that happened to him without a single one being covered, from Tasya who trapped him to the unmasking of his ex-wife.

Ustaz Hamdan stopped his steps at the end of the road, staring fixedly at the back of someone he believed was Zahran. Slowly he again continued his steps closer to Zahran who was still resting beside the navel of his birth mother.

“Do not hold, if you want to cry .. then cry! Take out all your grief, do not get dissolved in excessive sadness!” said Ustaz Hamdan after gently patting Zahran's shoulder and he sat down next to him.

“Pardon Abi for hiding your identity all this time, not Abi's intention of separating you and your parents. Believe me, there is a reason that requires us to do all this,” said Ustaz Hamdan but Zahran reluctant to budge, his eyes remained focused on staring at his mother's name engraved in the pusara.

*Zahira Athaillah bint Athaillah Al Fath*

“In the past, after marriage Zahira followed your papa who continued his S-2 study abroad, as well as Zahira who continued his studies there. Long story short, after they returned to the homeland ... when you were only 2 years old, a year later they took you to the boarding school hoping that you grew up in the pesantren environment for your good,” said ustaz Hamdan, he looked up at the swarm of clouds that passed up there remembering the face of the brother who had gone home to him.

Seeing that his nephew remained silent, ustaz Harun sighed softly. “Don't hate your papa, Zahran. Everything that happened was not entirely his fault, because his kindness made someone take advantage of it.”

Ustaz Hamdan then told Zahran everything he knew, about the request of Lord Aaron who gave up to his care to himself and his wife, all that was not because Aaron did not want his presence, but he did it for the good of many.

“I don't hate him, Bi. It's just that I feel a little disappointed,” said Zahran lethargic after listening to the tragic story of his parents.

“Cry, take out all your heart. Abi will accompany you here, don't slump too long with that feeling!” the Hamdan ustaz.

For a long time both of them were silent, none of them spoke. Until the sound of a small stuffing that came out of Zahran's mouth, Ustaz Hamdan who saw it also felt sorry for him.

The tough young man who since childhood he cared for with affection, grew up with the soul of his leadership, authoritative and strong character with a soft heart as silk handed down by his mother. Only this time it looked fragile and was slumped in tears right before his eyes.

“Why not say from the beginning? All this time I've only known my late mother as my aunt, Abi's sister! I'm ashamed, how unreliable is this? The knowledge that I have all this time will be in vain without my devotional service to them?” racau Zahran with a fastening.

“I'm a bad boy! It's useless! You idiot! Not recognizing the woman who has given birth to me!” Zahran dropped his body on the mound of soil that had solidified it, then he hugged tightly his mother's navel.

“Even I don't know how to call my mom!”

“Ummah! When you were a child you called him Ummah,” answered istaz Hamdan in response to the rapport spoken by Zahran.

“Ummah .. ummah!” call Zahran with a vibrating voice.

“Excuse Zahran, sorry ummah .. sorry,” said Zahran repeatedly with a voice that was almost exhausted from crying with emotion.

Zahran felt so chaotic, he slumped and felt disappointed, he wanted to be angry, but who should he be angry at? Who should he blame? Everything had already happened and there was no way that time could be replayed.

Ustaz Hamdan was unable to stem his tears, he quickly wiped away the tears that escaped wetting his cheeks. In the corner of the mosque, a man stands behind a banyan tree with tears falling.

Initially, Mr. Aaron wanted to visit the tomb of his wife, but who would have thought he was actually presented with the view. Not only Zahran who felt hurt, honestly Mr. Aaron was far tormented and injured by this incident.

“I'm sorry papa, son. Papa has failed to be a husband and father to you,” shrewdly lord Aaron and slowly passed away from his hiding place.

...*****...

“Take the wudu first, Zain. We will pray together!” dr's orders. Agam who saw Zain just standing at the place of the wudu, they will perform prayer dzuhur congregation at the Pesantren Mosque.

“You first, Barra! I'll take it later,” said Zain calmly, he hid his confusion because he did not know how to berwudu.

“Good Mr.”

Until the iqamah is proclaimed, Zain is still in his place. All the santri have entered the mosque taking their respective saf including Barra, Dr. Agam and Mr. Aaron.

“What are you doing?” asked Zahran who was already standing right behind Zain.

“Ehmm, i-it-” said Zain terbrata because the appearance of his brother-in-law managed to make him feel surprised.

Zain observed every movement made by his brother-in-law, but he increasingly felt dizzy to see it, especially from all the movements of the students he observed, not one was caught in his head. According to him, the wudu movement they did was too fast and confusing.

“What's up?” asked Zahran who found Zain staring fixedly at him.

“Don't say if you don't know how to wudu?” zahran asked hesitantly, but he was surprised to get a nod in response from the man he remembered as the husband of his sister.

“You muslim?” ask Zahran politely.

“Ya.”

“Follow my every move!” zahran's orders.

Zahran patiently led Zain to take the wudu dam telling him to take the saf right next to him.

“Wait!” prevent Zain when they enter the doors of the Mosque.

“I don't know how,” whispered Zain in Zahran's ear.

“We do not understand how to pray?” zahran asked softly and answered a slow nod by Zain.

“Just follow my every move, don't make a sound and don't make a fuss.”

“Oke.”

...*****...

After performing their duty to the Creator, Ustaz Hamdan took Zahran to the garden which was right behind the ndalem. Mr. Aaron was also present there, the three of them were sitting in the gazebo standing above the fish pond, looking beautiful and cool with the rustic air.

“Speak,” said ustaz Hamdan broke the atmosphere of awkwardness that was built between the two people in front of him.

“Emh, Zahran ..mm, forgive papa for everything. All the wrong papa and-” master Aaron looks nervous and misbehaved faced with his son who he had never met in person for a long time.

“No need to apologize, You are not entirely guilty .. and I do not hate you one bit, I have forgiven everything,” reply Zahran who has managed to restore his sanity.

“Thank you,” said Mr. Aaron sincerely, he looked at his son's face watching every inch of the handsome face.

Mr. Aaron found so many similarities between the son and his late wife, seeing his calm face but looking firm, soft, he said, his patience, as if feeling the presence of the wife nearby.

“Ehm, papa brought this to you.” Mr. Aaron handed a handbag to his son.

“What is this?” ask Zahran curious.

“Open up, papa brought you your favorite toy.”

Slowly Zahran opened the parcel, he was astonished to see the contents inside. A miniature airplane, his toy of his childhood joy.

“Do you like it? As you remember your dreams of becoming a pilot,” said Mr. Aaron with a smile that expands on his face.

“I like it, thank you,” replied Zahran politely, although feeling a little strange but he did not want to disappoint his father who looks happy after handing the toy to him.

Mr. Aaron also brought an ice cream parcel containing ice cream with chocolate and strawberry flavor favorite of his son, Zahran received the ice cream. Although now he does not like ice cream too much, but Zahtan eat it greedily to make Mr. Aaron smile more widely.

‘You still remember what your son loved as a child, Aaron. But now that he had grown up, it was no longer little Zahran who liked the ice cream and the airplane toy,’ inner ustaz Hamdan and smiled seeing the interaction of the two people.

When a father is separated for a long time with his child, the things they will always remember and embedded in his head are things that the child likes when together first. So that without realizing the father will feel that the child is still the same when the last time they met first, he will consider his son as a child with all the likes he has.?