She's Maduku

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"Mother.." Very softly Abiyu called out to her mother from a distance, while Kisya was still standing behind her husband's back. His face lowered, he did not have the courage to look at the face of his father-in-law who was currently enveloped in anger

Still standing, as if his feet were locked there, locked by fear, locked by guilt. If not Kisya who pushed the body, until tomorrow Abiyu will not move from his place.

He approached, then. "Plak.." one hard slap landed perfectly on the child's cheek. "Mother.." Her cheeks hurt, this is the first time she got a slap from the mother.

"Have you reminded me that time Aby... don't go to the party, why do you keep going..?" Half yelling he said it.

All were astonished to see the Shafiah's anger. Shut up. That's all they can do.

"I didn't know anything like that would happen." Abiyu started shedding tears.

"Nobody knows, but at least we can stop him.. If you hadn't left then, something like this would never have happened."

"I'm sorry mom." He shed his tears at the feet of the mother.

Seeing the scenery in front of him, able to make Kisya's tears just like that, he could not bear when the Shafiah hit Abiyu's shoulder several times.

She ventured to defend her husband, hugging Abiyu's body from behind. "Tante.don't lakuka it." Hiks... Kisya cried out, trying to defend.

"He deserves it."

"Don't aunt.I beg you." He did not stop defending Abiyu in front of everyone.

Zahfran could not remain silent as the Shafiah returned crying sobbing. "Aakkhh.why don't you obey your mother's words." Still hitting.

Zahfran carried the body of the Shafiah into his arms while calming. "Dear, he's our son."

"Please me mas." Hiks.hiks...

"Sorry dear son, he is already responsible for what he has done."

"The color you all have to lie, the color you mother almost lost your mother's daughter."

"Sorry Aby mother..." Still at the feet of the mother, and still hugging the legs.

"Tante.pardon Abiyu, forgive us." Typal Kisya with a sad look.

"Why are you stubborn Aby..?" Shafiah did not stop throwing scolding at her son.

"Dear, you beat your son to death, it won't change the truth."

"It's also your fault."

"Yes.iya.this is my fault, I'm sorry." Saut Zahfran kept trying to calm down.

"Sorry Kisya aunty, Kisya..."

"Aunty who should be apologizing son, you should get married at a young age."

"No aunt, don't apologize, it's both of us's fault." Kisya cupped Shafiah's hand with both hands.

He cried hugging Kisya, he felt guilty, the color of his son, he had to end his adolescence, even his age was very young, 16 years, while Abiyu was 17 years old, only one year old.

Marriage at his age, very prone to problems, color at that age, still think about their own egos, and hopefully Abiyu and Kisya can run this marriage maturely. That is the prayer that Shafiah offers for the happiness of her son's little family.

"Did Aby do you a good job?"Shafiah asked after releasing her embrace, then brought Kisya sitting next to her.

Kisya. "Yes aunty."

"Thankful is.. From now on, don't call me aunty, call me like Abiyu called me."

"Mother?"

Shafiah nodded in a smile.

"Biklah mother." Said Kisya timidly.

Zahfran approached and took his son out of the room. "Wild, your mother is still upset." His words that kept stepping carried Abiyu out.

While there, Azky, Fatih, the mother of Melisa, herlambang and the others, could only silently stare at that smile from a distance.

It takes time to forgive their mistakes, Shafiah is just an ordinary person, with all his limitations, it is not easy for him to forget the events of the time, but,and try not to be hard-headed Shafiah also forgive him after the next few days.

Two months passed, Shafiah with a new citizen named Audia chariz malique already in her home, the happiness that emanated was no longer able to be expressed in words, which must be the title HAPPY.

"Darling... Did you forget?" Zahfran's voice was heard behind him as Shafiah was cool to invite Audi to joke on the room beam.

He looked back, still holding his daughter. "I'm sorry, I'm excited."

"Daughter father.here son, carrying father yes, mother ready to eat breakfast first." Zahfran took over his daughter from her mother, and then they went down to the floor to the dining room.

The aroma of cooking has been smelled from a radius of 10 kilo meters, still down the stairs, getting closer, the aroma of the cuisine is trying to smell fragrant. "You're a charlatan, huh?" Taya Shafiah is on the road behind.

"Yes, who's cooking? don't you forget again?" At first he looked back, and Shafiah shook her head.

"I was in Dalem."

"Jangn came in, baby.."

"Kenapu?" Baffled.

Zahfran led his wife away from the restricted area temporarily. "Okay..mas why? why am I brought here?" (What I mean is the family room.)

"Don't go to the kitchen, baby." Zahfran's face turned frantic, fortunately the baby he was carrying did not panic, still sleeping in the lap of the father.

"Why the hell mas?" Tanya Shafiah was still confused.

"Our son.."

"What's our son?"

"Expiritual..."

"Beternal why? don't cut the dong mas by the way." Irritated.

"That smell is coming from the kitchen baby."

"Yes, I know, it's clear from the kitchen, time from the room."

"I mean.. Kish..."

"The one who cooks?"

"Yes.and Abiyu is the cause."

"Can I?"

"You don't understand, do you?"

"Part of talking it into pieces anyway."

"I mean, the Abiyu who was bothering Kisya was cooking, do you know what they were doing in the kitchen?"

Shafiah shook her head in response.

"They're hot in the kitchen, this must be Abiyu who's a bully."

"Biarin.it's halal." Saut Shafiah laughed a little.

"It's halal, but not in the kitchen either."

"Mas.it's your behavior, don't know the place, if you want it, wherever it is." He tried to remind her of her true behavior, like this son.

"Looh..no sincere?"

"Open not sincere, just you do not be strange if Abiyu behavior like that, where else if not from above it."

Zahfran scratched the nape of his neck that was not itchy. "Yes yes." he.he. "Lighten them to move house, baby. We buy them a house. Be satisfied where you want to go." Saut Zahfran is still holding his daughter.

"For now, not yet, their marriage will still be hidden from school. The Kisya nginep section here is also rare."

"Yes anyway... How about now? I'm going to work."

"Breakfast in the office."

"Hhmm.huh."

The world seems to belong to both. pidah lapak dong, your father wants to eat Aby..

After a long time Kisya only realized that the cuisine is burnt. "Well.gosong right?" Kisya stared at the already blackened cuisine on the pan.

Abiyu did not care, he still hugged Kisya from behind, dipped his hands into the uniform of the wife, today they actually have to go to school.

"Aby.lepaas.later someone will see us."

Where aja? because of Abiyu's silliness, Zahfran finally had breakfast at the office, and Shafiah went back inside to bathe Baby Audy.

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