The Step Sister of Tiri

179. Aqiqah event

Today Ayman and Zayna will hold an aqiqah event for their son. They only invited extended families and orphans from orphanages, which they had previously invited in the seven-monthly event of Zayna's pregnancy. All the preparations are done by the family.

Kinan also from yesterday stayed at his parents' house with Hanif. The two also helped, while Zayna's parents could not come because Papa Rahmat was sick. Since two days ago the middle-aged man had a fever, in fact now his condition had improved, but he had not been well so, they decided not to come.

Zayna cursed him and did not force them. Praying for his grandson was enough. He will also feel guilty if Papa Rahmat's condition worsens if it is forced to come.

“Kak cateringnya not yet arrived?” ask Kinan when he doesn't see food. In an hour, the show will begin.

“Iya, this he said is still on the road, earlier he said stuck in traffic. Brother also does not know when this comes, the future of guests has come, but they have not come.”

Ayman tried to contact the caterer once again. They said they'll be there soon. The man felt a little relieved at not having to bear the embarrassment, at the upcoming guests.

Meanwhile, Hanif from earlier was busy with Baby Ars, who was in the baby box. Despite not carrying her, the man was quite happy to be able to joke around with his nephew.

“You're waiting for Baby Ars, Hanif. Which other one?” asked Mama Aisyah who approached her daughter-in-law.

“Everything's busy, Ma. Ayman is also waiting for catering. He said until now has not come.”

“In the meantime guests will come, but the catering has not come yet, how the hell?”

“I don't know either, Ma.”

Mama Aisyah looked at her daughter-in-law, who looked very happy to tease the little baby. Kinan approached them and sat down next to his husband.

“Where are you from, Kin?” ask Mama Aisyah.

“From the front, Ma. It was the same sister, the caterer why has not come.”

“Not come yet?”

“Already, Ma. Just got.”

“Thank God that it has come. Want to be told what to eat if the guest has arrived,” muttered Mama Aisyah.

Kinan looked towards the husband who was joking with Baby Ars. Though the baby did not understand at all, but Hanif looked so happy. The smile did not fade from the man's lips.

“When, yes, Mas. We got something like this?” ask Kinan while leaning on the shoulder of the husband. His eyes were not separated from his nephew.

“God willing, if God wills.”

“I think I want to take Baby.” home

“You have to be patient a lot, don't mind too much. It will also affect you. Prospective pregnant women should not have much thought, should remain happy,” interrupted Mama Aisyah who heard what her daughter said.

The middle-aged woman perfectly understood her daughter's feelings. However, as humans we can only resign, whether God will lower his provision.

“How not to think, every day I always want to get pregnant. I've tried to forget it, but I can't.”

As a wife and woman, Kinan felt like he had failed. He has not been able to give offspring, like other women.

“You remember Zayna didn't? She was also a year older when she was not pregnant as well, but she was always patient because she was sure that there would be a time. If indeed God has given confidence,” said Mama Aisyah trying to give understanding to her child. He did not want Kinan to be sad too much.

“Tuh, horrified said Mama. Don't think too much. I never had a problem with that either. Whenever God provides sustenance, we must receive, and vice versa. When God gives the test, we must pass it patiently,” Hanif said.

“Iya, Mas.”

Not long after, the guests began to arrive one by one. All from the family of Papa Hadi and Mama Aisyah. The Zayna family had absolutely no one coming because it was far outside the city. The woman was also not very close to her extended family.

When the show was over everyone congratulated Ayman and Zayna. Some close relatives also gave gifts to Baby Ars. Some also took them pictures.

"Ayman, Sorry Aunt has not had time to look at Baby, only today can come. This aunt there is a small gift for your child," said one of the relatives who came to bring a gift. The woman gave it to Ayman.

"Thank you, Auntie. I'm quite happy with Auntie's presence here."

"Actually this gift is nothing much, hopefully useful for your child."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"Your son is handsome, yes, Ayman. Similar to you. Fortunately, it looks like you, not like your mother" said the woman, who ended the ruckus at the end of the sentence.

Zayna who was smiling looked at the woman. He was offended by what the woman said. Whether he meant to joke or not, to Zayna those words were very unpleasant to hear.

"Why do you look like me, Auntie? It's only natural that my son looks like me. Why is that a big deal for you?" zayna asked with restraining her frustration.

"You why? I'm just saying what I'm thinking" the woman said in a sharp tone.

"Yes, I know, but why are Aunt's words so unpleasant to hear as if I'm so inappropriate to have a child." Zayna's tone of voice began to rise slightly. Some of the people who were near them started to look at them.

"Oh, why are you like this? Ayman, please educate your wife well, so that she speaks politely with the parents. Rough talk time is the same Aunt. Whereas in the family, Auntie is the most respected person."

"I wouldn't have asked that, if Aunt hadn't started it."

Zayna doesn't know who he is and doesn't want to know. For her, the woman had already made her heart hurt as a mother so, she just wanted to maintain her pride.

"Na, already. It's a kid's show don't zoom in, yeah! Not good with the others, they look at us" whispered Ayman to make Zayna freeze.

The woman did not expect that the husband was defending the man. He was angry at the man for speaking as if, what his aunt said was true. Normally Ayman would defend her, but this time it didn't seem like it. Zayna also took her son away and threw away the gift that had been given by her husband from the woman.

Zayna also ignored the calls of those around her. He kept walking towards his room. His heart was wounded because Ayman defended the woman more than his wife.

"Where are you going, Na?" mama Aisyah asked, when she saw Zayna walking in a hurry.

The woman paused for a moment, trying to smile at her in-laws. "I'm going to go to the room, Ma. Baby Ars seems thirsty" replied Zayna reasoned, as much as possible he covered what he felt now.

"You can give him in the guest room, let's get closer."

"Yes, Ma. It's better in the room. I'm going in first."

Mama Aisyah nodded as she looked at the departure of her daughter-in-law. He felt like Zayna had hidden something, but had no idea what it was. When he saw his face, he seemed very sad.

Zayna, who had arrived in the room, sat on the bed with tears. She was indeed a village and was also not highly educated, but that did not mean that the woman did not deserve to have a child. Zayna doesn't matter if her son doesn't look like her, don't insult her whereabouts.

After all, she had feelings and she also gave birth to her son. The sound of crying from Baby Ars, Zayna immediately realized. The woman also held her baby. He knew that right now his son must be feeling sad.

Zayna had heard that babies have a very strong bond with their mothers. His son must have felt what he felt. The woman felt guilty for being too emotional.

"Sorry Mama, yes, honey, it makes you sad. Mama promised not to make you cry" Zayna said with a smile. The woman tried to wipe her tears.

He doesn't want to be sad anymore, whatever people say, for him Baby Ars everything and at that moment the baby looks smiling, making Zayna smile too. The woman found it funny to see her son like that. Along with that, Ayman went into the room, Zayna who was still injured by what her husband said did not turn her head at all. He is still with his son.

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