The Second Wife

Part 118Taqa Go Home

Taka was still in his grandmother's arms, because his cries had not stopped. While Yasmine can only come to shed tears because the child does not want to m e n y u u u. While Zahra can only wipe the arms of Yasmine and Dad helped calm the grandson.

While Yahya, he was driving Alfin to the parking lot.

"Thank you, Mom, just get here" said Alfin. He stopped right next to his car.

"Be careful with the car, be relieved, meet Taqa."

Alfin nodded, "very relieved. If only I could, I'd like to be with Taqa forever. But I can only pray for his good. Let his mother educate him lovingly, lovingly. I'm sure, one day without me introducing myself, he'll know what his father is like" he said.

Now it was Yahya's turn to nod. "Yes, I'm sure of that too, Al. Yayas could not have told Taqa to forget who his father was."

"Titip Taqa, Mas" the father's words made Yahya smile sadly.

"Just pray, for I am far from him. You know for yourself, the distance from where I came here is further" Yahya said with a slight smile. He knew a father was obviously very sad.

"My prayer, will be spoken at all times to Taqa, Mas. Even for his mother, so that he is always healthy, patient and happy always. To be able to accompany our child to greatness, until he finds someone who can make him happy."

Believe me, the words said by Alfin are so painful. Alfin is like giving a diamond to someone.

Yahya patted the shoulder of the sister-in-law. "Now, don't think about unnecessary things. I wish you could love Lifa, my little sister, so much that she doesn't think about her best friend very much" she said. "Oh, yeah. Are you going to take Alifa to meet Yasmine?" talk to that brother again.

Alfin shakes. "I'll just tell you, this happy news. As long as Yayas doesn't want to meet, I won't insist, and I'll tell Lifa."

"Trust me, later, it won't be long, it will all be back as it was before. Gaspol, make a sister for Taqa, her mother will be happy."

Alfin laughs. "Hopefully, Mas. I wish it was that way too."

"Yes, already. Pamit yes, Mas. Assalamu'alaikum" Alfin told Yahya.

"Wa'alaikumsallam, be careful, Al."

Alfin nodded and got into the car. Then, the wheels of the car slowly turned and left the parking lot of the hospital.

Yahya was still there, smiling bitterly at the sight of a good man like Alfin suffering from separation from his son. He also remembered Alifa and Yasmine. In the past, they were so close, that the man never expected that the two would be like this, far apart. Although the affection of the two is still the same, however, because of the status they once got, making the two of them not feel good for each other.

Then, after being satisfied. The 36-year-old turned his heels towards the care room of his sister.

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The baby finally calmed down. He went back to sleep in his grandmother's lap. While his mother still looked sadly at the beloved child. The woman looked up at the sister-in-law. "Sister" he called slowly.

Zahra lowered her head, "what's wrong?" ask her in a soft voice as well.

"I was wrong, because of my request, I separated a child from his father" he said with a sad face.

"Ssssttt, it's all over. Don't think about it anymore. Now, your job is to think about Taqa, not about mistakes" Zahra said wisely. Because according to him, now is not the time to remember past mistakes.

Yasmine nodded, hugging the beautiful woman and always there for her.

Then, shortly after. Yahya got there, he opened the door slowly, and smiled after finding the niece who had gone back to sleep.

"Yes, to make his mother cry" said the mother told him.

"Anteng yes, Ganteng. I'll see you again if you know everything. How it is," said Yahya while rubbing the baby's smooth cheeks.

"You can go home he said, ma'am," Yahya said again.

"Later, wait for the pediatrician first," the father said.

Yahya nodded, and the man approached his wife and sister. "Don't be sad, you'll get used to it."

Yasmine nodded, "pengin hugged," he said.

"Yes Allaah, giving birth is still spoiled" said Yahya, but still, the younger brother he embraced.

The warm embrace was then added by Zahra and Ilyas' father who approached. Mom can only see with a big smile.

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Finally, the baby Taqa was already in his room. He is absorbing the source of the source voraciously from his beloved mother. In the blue room with cloud patterns.

Yasmine is accompanied by a beautiful sister-in-law and the Ustadzah Ami is also Gina. Arya was outside with her mother, father and Yahya.

Yes, Baby Taqa just got home, but guests are waiting on the terrace. Fortunately, Fifi had gone home first, so he could clean up and prepare food to entertain them. Because there were also mothers who came. However, because the wait for Yasmine and the baby is not up to date, they finally return to their respective homes without meeting. Maybe it will come back tomorrow.

"Happily he," said Ustadzah Ami.

"Yes, look at him like it's funny huh, Ustazah," continued Gina. "The lips are."

Yasmine smiled, "when I was ashamed, mine was an orange melon gini at the same time you guys," he said honestly.

"Not to be ashamed, 'we are both women" said Zahra.

"Yes, Yas. Who is this, Joseph?" ask ustadzah Ami. She had just asked about Yasmine's son's name.

"Can, whatever. I called him Taqa" said the baby's mother.

"Yes Allaah, her name is good. Hope to be a good boy, son," said Gina. "Oh, yes, Ms. Yas," he continued, remembering something. Making Yasmine raise her eyebrows as if asking what. "That, which is wrapped in blue wrapping paper, a gift from A' Arya yes," said the girl while pointing at the three gifts they had brought.

"Yes, Allaah .. why bother. If you want to look, just come do not have to bring the situation," said Yasmine. "But, thank you."

"Ciee, who's Arya?" ask Zahra.

"Thank you, sister, too" replied Yasmine Manyun.

Ustazah Ami laughs, "prospective Dad for baby Taqa."

Yasmine was a manyun, while Gina and her sister-in-law laughed instead. "It's okay, Ma'am Yas. is suitable, Duda is equally a widow," said the girl, who is getting here more and more familiar with the one-child widow.

Yasmine smiled shaking her head. In his heart whispered. 'No, not for now, tomorrow, or any time. Unless I really need a father figure for Taqa, ' the eyes of the mother of one child staring at a handsome baby who still faithfully sip the water u u u u, he smiled, he smiled, it was as if he was talking to the child.