The Night

Chapter 95

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After staring a long time towards Aiyla, the couple looked at each other. The two of them seemed to be giving a gesture through the gaze of the eyes.

Aiyla could not wait to hear the words from the two of them about the answer to her question.

"Ali was no one else in the Othman family, he was the only son of my brother who had the same accident as his son. A single accident took Ali's parents. At that time Ali was only the same age as Azzam his son who lost his father. So Ali did not know that he opened my biological son until there was a quarrel between Ali and Akhsal," said the man who is now sitting on one side of Azzam's bed.

Aiyla listened to the story with all the feeling in her heart and a clear grain had trickled down at the end of her eyes. The roar in the chest felt so fast.

"How tragically my husband's life story had to part with both parents the same as my son. The story repeated again, the fate of Ali and Azzam the same is left by parents at the age still desperately need affection, "inner Aiyla was filled to listen to him.

The man continued his story by trying to hold back the tears that were about to come down from the tip of his eyes so that the two middle-aged man's eyeballs turned red as they held back the tears.

"The quarrel between Akhsal and Ali then opened our mouths to say yes that Ali was not Akhsal's youngest brother. Since that fight, Ali started to stay away from both of us. The son we thought was like our own son started to put distance on us. Coupled with the attitude of Akhsal who always raised the status of Ali every quarrel between the two of them. Ali always relented because he felt he was not part of this family, even though he was the biological son of my brother and my own son," said Mr. Mustafa in tears.

Finally answered the question in Aiyla's head that was previously full of question marks. One thing is certain Akhsal does have a bad personality.

It seemed that the man had jealousy and envy for his parents' affection gushed at Ali.

Aiyla recalled the time when Mrs Mustafa showed me the picture at the hospital. The photo was also in this large house located in the guest room.

"How the story goes Madam got a picture of my family, a photo of the day after I gave birth to Azzam in the hospital," said Aiyla with a curious face.

The woman stopped her cries still in a heavy voice and stammered about how she got the photo from Akhsal.

Apparently during Ali's quarrel with his parents, they both communicated with each other. Ali often gave news through Akhsal. Ali did not want to directly because of the words of Mr. Mustafa at that time.

Disconnects with Ali when he prefers Aiyla and leaves behind all the luxuries that Ali feels are not his.

One day Akhsal gets a letter and in the letter Ali tells him that he will soon marry a woman of different social status without the blessing of his parents.

Although never get a reply letter from Akhsal, but Ali did not get tired of giving news about his happy little family.

When Azzam was born, Ali sent a picture that he had a son. After sending the last photo, Ali was like swallowed by the earth, Ali seemed to disappear and there was no more news about him.

" I saw Akhsal holding a picture at that time, but Akhsal tried to cover it up. I insisted then I see the photo in his hand is a picture of you and your family who look happy," said Mrs Mustafa sounding sad.

It was from there that Akhsal told Mistress Mustafa everything. All is still covered from her husband, Mistress Mustafa secretly searches for the whereabouts of Aiyla and her granddaughter.

According to the address that Ali sent to Akhsal. But the middle-aged woman did not find the whereabouts of Aiyla and her son. It caused a sense of disappointment and despair in the middle-aged woman.

Only that picture can comfort from sadness and guilt, the middle-aged woman had long kept the photo in her purse and hoped to meet the woman with the boy in the photo.

"Aiyla from now on if you will call us with the greetings of Father and Mother, although it cannot restore the circumstances that have occurred," said Mr. Mustafa with a pleading face.

The atmosphere in his son's room was warm even though the three of them had tears soaking their faces.

Aiyla's heart and mind became a little airy that she now knew what had happened in the past.

"Goodbye grandma.. Do not be sad, another time Azzam will sleep in this house again," cried Azzam with dimples of his cheeks that are clearly visible on the face when smiling fluffy.

The car that was ready to wait Aiyla parked in front of the door of the big house. Ergin wanted to protect them both.

The roar of the car left Mr Mustafa's residence at moderate speed, the driver asking for his next destination.

Remembering the figure of Ergin who wanted to return to his apartment, then the woman decided to return to the apartment Ergin.

His personal driver nodded his head in a sign of understanding what Aiyla had said.

Not long ago the car stopped right on the Ergin section of the basemant. Aiyla pressed the bell beside the door. While his son has fallen asleep and is currently carried by his personal driver.

"Good night, madam..." Greet Yaren with a smiling face.

Looks quiet no activity from the man the owner of the apartment. Aiyla directed her eyes at all directions.

"Where's Ergin? " Task Aiyla after searching for the invisible male sosol in her eyes.

Yaren just smiled with a different attitude than usual. There was no answer from the woman's mouth, like there was something she was hiding from Aiyla.

His personal driver broke Azzam's body asleep in bed, his son was exhausted from playing all day with his cousins and grandparents.

Tidy up the blanket and give a soft touch right on his forehead. Aiyla stared into the face of her grand son who was asleep peacefully and calmly looking in his handsome garage.

Crossing back the words of Mr. Mustafa, a clear circle dripped down at the end of his eyes. Azzam's face duplicates that of his father as well as the fate of both of them.

Must lose the figure of the father at the age of a toddler. So that he does not know directly the figure of the father in his life. Neither Ali nor his son.

Aiyla's heart was filled and felt so sore after getting the answer to the question that had been in her head all this time.

Ali with the death of both his parents and Azzam who had the same fate as his father.