The Fate that is Overlooked

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"Mama!" Ashila hit him, hugging his lower body tightly.

"It's healed?" ask her by looking up at her face. A bright look on his face.

Ajeng just smiled, "Shila go in first yes, Budhe wants to talk to this Om." Ajeng lowered his head, looking at Ashila's twinkle in the eye with a thumping chest, to the point that he didn't notice the new call, which he received from the sweet boy.

"Okay, Ashila came in," visible in both of her eyeballs implying a livability, her eyes twinkle no more

"Sorry, can you explain how you can bring Ashila home?" without asking to enter first, Ajeng interrogated Ashila's biological father. Rafi's.

The man who was almost five-headed laughed heartily. "You forgot who I am? should I tell you or should I tell you again maybe?" he said cynically.

"It seems, I don't need a reason just to pick up my daughter, and it feels like you're going overboard" he added.

"Even if I want to, I can take him away. Please give this to your husband. Tomorrow I will return here, tell the truth in front of Ashila, Excuse me."

Go leave Ajeng with a white envelope with the provincial hospital logo.

Huru Ajeng contacted Sukma's mother, informing her that Ashila had reached home. It felt like the head that had just been light was now back in weight.

She went straight upstairs, following Ashila whom she believed was now in her room.

"Haiii Shil," Ajeng opened the door of the room, seen the sweet boy was trying to unlink his shirt buttons.

"Haii," smiled towards Ajeng.

"Budhe wants to ask, who was that?" Ajeng approached, now his hand replaced the busy little fingers.

"That's Pakde, said Papa's brother, our sister."

"Syudha flirting with shama, Shila kok, dipping into the shaykolah," he said innocently.

"Why, Shila never told Budhe the same story?" ask Ajeng.

"Said Eyang, shekalang Shila call Mama, not Budhe." With a sullen face, Ashila looked at Ajeng, while Ajeng, her eyes even glazed over the plain words of Ashila.

"Dear, now Budhe, Shila's mother. Shila called Mama may, but Mama was glad to hear it." Ajeng immediately hugged Shila, clutching her affectionately.

"Does this happiness have to end, God?" with tears that begin to harden.

"Why didn't Shila ever tell Eyang or Mama? that you play with Shila a lot?"

" Said Miss Candles could not, later if the children knew, Miss Candles in malain," Ashila who saw Ajeng had cried, joined in crying and now increasingly tightened her arms.

Deg.

Ajeng now knows who is involved in this scandal, it turns out Ashila's own homeroom teacher. How come? what is the relationship between the two? really, his heart was very scared.

"Unfortunately Eyang.." Bu Sukma barged into the room. "You why? who's home with? that okay? Eyang cariin Shila."

Ajeng, who heard her mother-in-law's voice, immediately broke off his embrace with Ashila.

"Who's Shila coming home with? You picked it up earlier, but Shila's gone, hemm?" not even the first question answered, now the same question is asked again.

"Emm, Shila wash her hands first to the bathroom, yes, later Mama will tell the same story, okay?" Ajeng rolled his right eye and wiped away the rest of his tears quickly.

"Okay Mama" he said and ran to the bathroom.

"Pak Rafi is anther Shila Bu," Ajeng immediately turned his face towards Bu Sukma.

"And the man left this for Mas Barata." With trembling hands, Ajeng gave her the white envelope that Rafi had placed on her for her husband.

Bu Sukma stiffened, he already knew what the contents of the letter were. His eyes began to heat up, no longer able to hold back the circle of tears that escaped without permission.

"Already Ma," looks Ashila out of the bathroom.

"Okay, let's eat before noon, Come on, let's eat together!" invite Ajeng while reaching for the fingers of both at the same time.

"Take a look with Mbok War cook what?" while going down the stairs, Ajeng continued to busy themselves to divert the minds of the mother and her child.

She accidentally doesn't tell about Ashila's homeroom involvement and Rafi's intention to meet Barata with her mother. Let this be her husband's business later. The hope now is, hopefully Barata will go home soon and can make the best decision.

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The sky began to change with the darkness of the night. The sun has disappeared perfectly alternating with moonlight and the flickering of stars.

Ajeng was ready with his face to perform Maghrib prayers, even with Ashila who was now beside him, it turned out that the toddler was already able to recognize the movements of wudu through singing, singing, although after wudu he had to change clothes because of wet water overwritten wudu.

Ajeng was quite pleased with Ashila's development. At the age of almost five years, Ashila can already do many things. He is an easy child to direct, very concerned with the people around him. Like this afternoon, he immediately invited Ajeng to rest after eating lunch, he said, "Mama just recovered from illness so must be lingo children," really he is a very good and sincere child, he said, he never imagined in the slightest of parting with the sweet child.

"Ashila followed the movement of Mama ya Nak," before doing the movement of takbiratul ihram, Ajeng gave directions. This is not the first time he invites Ashila for congregational prayer, Ajeng has often invited him to pray if he is at home. He just wants to introduce, this is how they worship, the way we thank the giver of life who has given a lot of pleasure.

After the prayer, as usual, Ajeng continued to teach while waiting for Isya prayer, so their focus was to teach, so as not to know that Barata had returned home.

Sayup-sayup from the stairs, Barata heard the voice of the person who was teaching, who else if not his wife. Slowly he went to the room.

"Normally do not pray in the room," his inner.

Not wanting to disturb, he finally decided to take a bath in the next room, there happened to be some pieces of clothing that were in the closet.

After finishing his bath, he immediately approached Ajeng and Ashila, along with closing the recitation of the Ajeng qur'an.

"Haii dear," she said as she kissed Ashila.

"Haiii Papa," Ashila immediately hugged Barata tightly.

"Are you smart to pay?" his hands are stroking the top of his head wrapped in a mucena patterned hello Kitty.

"It's dong," Ashila replied steadily.

"Mama here kiss too." His hand was about to grab Ajeng's head, quickly Ajeng moved away. "Eehh, no, I don't want to cancel!" tiptoe away because of reflexes. "The Maghrib yet?"

Ajeng asked with his flat face. He knew that Barata still loved his prayers.

"In the meantime Isya, let's quickly grab some water wudu, I'm the same Ashila wait!" his orders

Without waiting twice, Barata went to the bathroom to get water.

"Papa should not be in the example yes dear, you must be diligent in prayer yes, let the more Soleha." Ajeng gave the briefing.

Ashila nodded quickly while yawning.

"Shila sleepy?" He held Ashila with his left hand.

"Salat Isya for a moment, we will eat and continue to bobo" Ajeng persuaded while stroking his head.

"Yeah!" Barata appears in Koko's shirt and scabbard.

"God is my husband's handsome one" Ajeng teased Barata with his outstretched hand, as if he was going to touch him.

"Eehhh, no. I hope not to joke gini," backed off with a panicked face. "The flick of ayok was Shila was already flirting," he pointed towards Ashila, and managed to make Ajeng stop his joke.

"No, so don't like the prank, try to be quick, I also want to talk to you Yank," Ajeng took a position behind Barata, next to Ashila.

"Shila next to Mama huh?" he said that only answered with a nod of the head, until when Barata read the takbir and did the takbirotul ikhram movement, there were no more voices, except the chants of Suraht Al-fatihah that Barata read softly.