The Cost of Trust

The name reminds me of something

"Shodaqouwllah hul adzim", Farhan ended his teaching session with ustadz Ahmad.

"Alhamdulillah, Farhan is twenty-eight. Khatam nih!", ustadz Ahmad began to praise.

"Alhamdulillah pak ustadz" said Dadan who accompanied his son to study this afternoon.

"Daddy not to the shop? Is it a lot of money?", pointed Farhan.

"Oh, yes Han. Yes, I've been there, I'm sorry, mr. ustadz, I'm staying okay?"

"Please Mr. Dadan", said Mr. Ustadz Ahmad.

"Farhan, are you so nervous? Not usually rich?", asked Ustadz Ahmad.

"Sir ustadz, Farhan may ask?"

"By dong! Want to ask what is the son of Sholeh?", ustadz Ahmad crossed his legs that had been sitting lesehan.

"today...Farhan met Mama Feby. Farhan's birth mother."

Ustadz Ahmad still wants to hear the continuation of Farhan's story.

"Emmm....Farhan hates mama ustadz!"

"Astagfirulah...Farhan is not good you know how rich it is!", Ustadz Ahmad recalled in a soft tone.

"But...Farhan's not the same boy that Feby's mom wanted. Farhan. Luckily Farhan had a good father like Dadan's."

Farhan took a deep breath. Ustadz Ahmad was still staring at the handsome boy .

"So he came here, asked for fifty million dollars from my father. He said it's because he's still in this town. Though he's already paid dad to throw me away." Farhan bowed languidly.

Ustadz Ahmad grabbed the shoulder of the boy who had been his santri for the last three years.

"Farhan knows, Farhan's mother conceived Farhan nine months in her stomach. Take Farhan everywhere. If it could be yes, the stomach is placed first in the mattress later in install again."

Farhan chuckles.

"Every mother gives birth at the stake of her life. Struggling with all her might for her child to be born safely. So did her mom Farhan."

"But Farhan was thrown away."

"Who said he was dumped, proof Dadan's dad loves Farhan so much."

"Yes, the same father as Farhan's dear mother. But not with Feby's mom."

"Aljanatu throne akdamil Ummahat. Hadith of Heaven, put at the feet of mother".( maapkeun othor if wrong yes 🙏)

"So, like whatever Feby's mama, Farhan's paradise is the same as Feby's mama. Farhan's job is to keep praying for the best for his mother. May God open the door of Feby's mother's heart so that she may love Farhan. Who can stand for not loving this clever Farhan?", ustadz Ahmad pinched the cheek of the adorable Farhan. There was a smile on her little lips.

"Continue...Farhan has a mother other than Feby's mother who is very dear to Farhan, is Farhan's paradise also the same?"

Ustadz Ahmad. Oh, this kid's question....

"Farhan, Ustadz Ahmad should teach elsewhere. Later invited to talk?", Dadan was suddenly in the room teaching Farhan.

Thank God, Mr. Dadan was present at the right time.

"Hehehe maap yah. Dad, when's sister gonna be dad's wife?"

Dadan's face reddened, he was ashamed there was still Ustadz Ahmad here. Ustadz Ahmad understood the situation. He just slightly raised his smile.

"Om Aziz said he wanted to talk to Dad, Aunt Di was also the same as Kak Imah would not be Farhan's mother."

"Oh yeah?", Dadan asked Farhan.

It is different from Ustadz Ahmad. He was like a stranger to hearing the names Aziz and Di. What is meant is......

"Oustadz is daydreaming?", asked Farhan suddenly.

" I'm sorry Han!", said Ustadz Ahmad cengengesan.

"Yes, it's Dad's night at Aziz's kiosk!" said Dadan.

"Aziz who is Dadan?", asked Ustadz Ahmad curiously.

"That's mr. ustadz, the pulse kiosk at the end there. Coincidentally, I was close to the employee Aziz sir, his cousin's sister Aziz actually."

Ustadz Ahmad muttered even though he himself was not convinced.

"Owh..pak Aziz and who was Han? Aunt Di?", asked Ahmad again.

"Mbak Diandra pak ustadz!", explained Dadan.

When it was Aziz and Diandra, was it the same person or just a coincidence?

"Well, sometime I stop by to buy pulses there deh" said Ahmad suddenly.

Dadan reached into his pocket, Imah asked to be delivered soto mi for Aunt Farah.

"If you want to go there with ustadz sir, I want anterin soto noodles also for Aunt Farah. My mother is Aziz."

Aunt Farah? Aziz's mother?

Aziz, Diandra, Aunt Farah. That name is why it disturbs my memory so much.

"Well, I'll come along."

After Dadan prepared an order for his cameraman, Dadan and ustadz Ahmad rolled into the kiosk.

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About...do ustadz Ahmad know the names of the people mentioned by Dadan?