Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

238. Grief for Gara

The photo I gave to Gara he didn't let go of his hand. Ever since I gave her that frame, she's been quiet and not as cheerful as usual. Many stared at the photo and with sad eyes.

I see, who wouldn't be sad if he saw the image of his dead mother. Who wouldn't be sad if he couldn't stay and be with the woman who gave birth to him. I understand because I am also a child who was left by one of the parents, felt abandoned by the father.

It has been almost thirty minutes Gara stared at the picture frame and looked sad. There were no words from his lips, no smiles etched there, no mannerisms that always made me laugh.

"Did Dzuhur pray?" ask me about Gara. He shifted his gaze, his eyes slightly reddened. One hand rubbed the corner of his wet eyes. He shook his head.

"Take wudhu. Pray in Brother's room, yuk!" Take me. He neither answered nor nodded his head, but he stood up and set his feet towards the stairs.

I went to the room to pick up the mukena and followed Gara who was walking while carrying a photo of Haifa in her hand. Remember to climb the stairs slowly, I have finally reached the top floor. Gara had entered his room and picked up ablution when I got there. We do Dhuhur prayers together. Prayers and prayers I chant for the late Haifa. For granting all my prayers which I offer to the Creator for his mother.

"Abang. Remember who you are now. Although you now have Mama, you also have to remember Haifa's mother, yes." My love.

"So, you don't want to be Mama Brother anymore?" tanya Because her head lowered from earlier, it was getting deeper when she spoke in a soft tone.

"Mama would want to have a baby grandpa," he said still slowly. I let out a heavy sigh, asking her to sit closer to me. He complies. I hugged him tightly and kissed his head.

"Dengerin Mom. There will be a baby grandpa. Mama will not leave my brother. Will still love you, brother."

"Why do you want to give Mom a photo?" ask Gara.

I was crying, wanting to hear this child. It seems that what Arga taught me all along was wrong so Gara didn't know who her mother was and what I was doing this for her.

"That's so that you don't forget who gave birth to Brother, so that Haifa's mother gets the same do'a as well as Brother prayed for Mama. Have you ever prayed for Mom?" ask her. I looked at him and shook his head.

"From now on, you should pray for Haifa's mother, too. So that mom's happy up there too. Placed in God's heaven" I said. Just nodding and hugging me tightly.

Sad as she now just kept quiet and hugged the picture frame back to her chest, but I think it was also for her happiness, for her good. I don't want to because I'm gonna forget about her mother. The woman who gave birth to him.