The End of the Waiting
Repeatedly
Days passed, weeks passed and months changed without notice. Time passes quickly without realizing it.
Fatimah chose not to return to teach at Ustadz Yusuf's cottage. One of them is because the health condition of both parents is often decreased.
Fatimah as the daughter of the owner of the cottage will certainly replace the duties of Abah and Uminya when they both can not go down directly when needed.
After surgery a few weeks ago, Zainudin's health condition was indeed quite good. The development is also always improving every day.
In recent days Zainudin continues to observe the development of the girl who always looks moody and like missing something meaningful.
When asking his wife, then the woman who became his wife told what happened to the child. Even Winata gave the idea to match Fatimah alone. After all, many applications have come for him from the children of the owner of the cottage and donors in the cottage.
“Fatimah, called Abahmu.” Winata went into the child's room and saw him reading a book by the side of the bed.
“What's up, Umi?” ask Fatimah slowly. Close the book you read and immediately put on the hood.
“Don't know, maybe there's something to say. Already there,” reply Winata firmly.
While thinking about what made the father ask him to come these nights.
Time has shown eleven o'clock at night. He usually sleeps, but tonight his eyes seem to be closed.
After knocking on the door, Fatimah stepped in while saying her greetings. Zainudin sat down by the side of the bed and greeted him with a warm smile.
“Change, why haven't you slept?”
“Not yet sleepy,” reply is short.
“What is Abah looking for me? Tumbenan lho .. It's night, it can be discussed tomorrow.”
Zainudin kept a smile on his lips.
“How to ask something to you.”
Fatimah nodded.
“How to match you with Ustadz Zaki if you are pleased.”
The deg!
“You are old enough to get married. But you don't seem interested in a relationship. Is there someone you dream of?”
Fatimah hesitated. “Why all of a sudden, Abah?”
“Bah just wanted to see you get married. Mumpung Abah can still be your marriage guardian.”
“Hush! Cannot precede the above provision. Age is a secret and no one knows. It could be tomorrow I am not breathing,” said Fatimah.
Zainudin just chuckled softly. He stared at his daughter's face intensely and deeply. His eyes showed sadness even though he tried to cover up.
“Amara didn't ask you to come to his house again?”
“He didn't know that I was in Surabaya yesterday. If you know yes, of course he was noisy asking me to come to his house, or he will visit Abah at the hospital.” When he answered, Fatimah smiled at how chatty Amara was when asking for something to be granted.
“You love Amara's husband? The son of Ahmad Arsalan? Acram's name? Right, so?” sue Zainudin relaxed, but made Fatimah gasp in shock.
How does Abah know?
Fatimah's chest is like being squeezed strong. His breathing was stifling and his body was trembling slightly. Not for fear of being scolded, but he did not want his father to be disappointed because of his attitude.
“Jawab, Son. Abah won't be mad at you.”
Fatimah looked down and sobbed. His head nodded in response. “I'm sorry, Abah. Sorry to disappoint you.”
There was a deep breath of Zainudin. The middle-aged man touched his chest slowly, dispelling the pain that suddenly came through the heart.
“You love him?”
Fatimah nodded.
“What's your hope, son?” The ambiguous question left Fatimah confused.
“Do you want to marry the man you love?”
The deg!
To Be Continue ....
