Story of Zahidah

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father built the mother to eat because the aunt said the mother had no food from the morning, while at this time the lunch hour was over time..

slowly the mother squirms, then opens her eyes, if usually the mother will smile to see the father who built her, at this time not....

mother woke up and asked

"what's the......?

" eating, said aunt Mother has not eaten from morning, this is late afternoon.. "

"yes.. Thank ye... "

mother directly to the bathroom wash your face and after that go directly to the kitchen to eat

the father who was still sitting on the bed was only silent when the mother passed him without speaking did not even reprimand him..

after arriving at the kitchen, the mother immediately ate without asking if the father had lunch or not

I chose to sit in the front room watching TV

after eating the mother directly to the room took her clothes and returned to the husna room to take a bath..

father who felt long waiting for mother to eat, trying to peek into the kitchen. turned out the table was empty, father returned to the sofa and sat down to exhale...,..

I feel sorry for hurting my mother. "this is how it feels in my mother's cakekin" he muttered...

after the shower, she locked the door and walked to the balcony....

dad tried to get into the husna room, but it was locked..

the tired father stood back to the room, lying on the bed alone

father so miss mother, wife who always accompany his days mala yes hurt..

maybe Karen was tired of fighting with her thoughts, dad finally fell asleep...

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rayhan who is not focused on working keeps his mind with his mother trying to call mother but there is no answer. Rayhan glanced at his watch already showed five o'clock Afternoon Rayhan cleared his desk and went straight out to the parking lot. rayhan drives his car to Zahida's office to pick her up..

zahida was waiting in the lobby. After rayhan's car came, zahida immediately entered and Rayhan drove his car to the mother's house..

when they got there, they went straight into greeting, but there was no answer...

rayhan went straight to his father's room and mother's room, Rayhan knocked on the door, not long before he came out..

"rayhan you're here...?

" yes dad, my feelings are not good, my mind continues, mother where..?

"mother in husna's room... "

rayhan and Zahida went straight to the husna room and found the mother sleeping....

rayhan kissed the mother's face, and whispered the greeting in the mother's ear, finally the mother woke up, the mother smiled at rayhan and zahidah

"You guys came....?

" yes, bund. I keep thinking "

"mother is not papa rayhan... "

dad came in and sat on the couch.His eyes didn't stop looking at you...

after that they went out and sat in the front room..

rayhan continues to invite mother to tell stories, father and zahida only become loyal listeners. No night fell, they had dinner together. After that Rayhan and zahida came home...

after they left, Mother entered and returned to grieving father...

mother to the kitchen helped aunt clean the kitchen, after the kitchen was clean. Mother back into the room husna..

father who can not stand in Cuekin walked to the mother in the husna room..

"assalamu'alaikum, said the father of the door"

"wa'alaikimussalam's chat... "

"mother..... "

"hemva... "

"sorry..... "

"hmmm"

the father who was upset with the mother's answer immediately sat down under the feet of the mother who sat on the mattress

"dad please bund, sorry father.don't cuekin gini father, father can't bear.. "

mother who was surprised to see the attitude of the father immediately raised his legs on the mattress and lay his back to the father..

I know that your mother held back her crying

I went up to the bed and hugged my mother from behind...

father felt the body of the mother who vibrated withholding tears.father's eyes also reddened withholding crying, how can father say rudely to the woman who has given him happiness and accompanied him always for years..

tired of crying, mother finally fell asleep in the arms of father.

father kissed mother's head repeatedly, regretting the words that came out of his mouth this morning..

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