The Tarnished Honor

The Tarnished Honor
Chapter.40



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"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied everyone who was there simultaneously so simultaneously.


"Mariam? Oh my God, son, are you back?" Ummi Alifa exclaimed when he saw a pasmina hijab-wearing girl who was in line with the clothes he was wearing at this time


"Yes Ummi, this is Iam. Iam has come home" answered the girl named Maryam, welcoming the embrace of her mother.


"God willing, Ummi longs, son,"


"Yes Ummi, Iam also miss Ummi,"


The mother and son also hugged each other releasing longs under the gaze of the people who were there. No exception Fatih, a 7-door refrigerator that is currently in the middle of cosplay to be a handsome man who looks beautiful and looks to lower his head and focus on the gadget in his hands.


I don't know what the refrigerator man did to that flat object. To be sure, since the arrival of Maryam, Fatih had not lifted her face at all.


"Ummi, ashamed to see so many people." Maryam continued when she realized that there were not only the two of them.


"Astaghfirullah, yes sorry. Ummi forgot, oh yes please introduce this Maryam Nur Aisyah. My daughter is traveling to the next town to finish her studies. And Maryam, introduce this to the Brahmaseto family. Who happened to be celebrating here with the foster children of Ummi," said Ummi Alifa introduced Maryam to his guests.


All seemed warmly welcomed, but not with Fatih. The man even seemed not to listen if Ummi Alifa was introducing her daughter.


And of course it attracts the attention of Maryam, will be the presence of the figure of a burly man who has since continued to bow his head.


The chat continued until a while, until 30 minutes later all the guests were allowed to leave because the day was already late in the afternoon.


Even until their return, Fatih did not even look or just glance at Maryam to make the girl a little interested in the man who was so keeping his eyes.


"Who was Ummi?" Mary asked after the Brahmaseto family left.


"He was a good person who often shared his sustenance with children here. The plan starts next month also this Reading House will be renovated so that it is more sturdy and expanded again. What's the matter?" Ask Ummi back.


"No, just ask. And the guy who wore the navy shirt was ready for them?"


"Oh that's Mr. Fatih, Mr. Dimas' son. Her father is Aliya, and Aliya is the son who introduced her father to Ummi. And we got to know each other through Aliya. And his father Aliya is a person who often gives help to this Reading House," explained Ummi Alifa who made the girl a little disappointed.


It turns out that the man who attracted his attention had become a father which means, the man was married.(he thought)


"Why really? How do you ask?"


"No Ummi, I was just curious. You see, ever since I came, he's been bowing all the time when he sees his guy's handsome."


"This you, you should be happy because he kept his eyes on. Besides because she keeps your honor as a woman, she also knows that looking at what is not a mahram is a sin."


"Yes Iam understand Ummi, it's just. Rarely do men today apply it,"


"Already, why is it that you are talking about Mr Fatih anyway? Come on, better help Ummi get it done." Take Ummi Alifa to her daughter.


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"May," replied Aulia who was always short as short as she was talking to Fatih.


After getting approval from Aulia, Fatih immediately turned his car into the area of a mosque they passed while on the way home.


Fatih, Aulia and Aliya also descended simultaneously from the car after Fatih managed to park his car in a place that had been provided.


The three split up in front of the mosque to head to their respective parts. Aulia who brought Aliya to the female part, while Fatih to the male part.


The three are performing congregational prayers with the surrounding residents who perform prayers in the mosque.


After performing the worship of four rakaatnya, the three returned to the car to continue their journey to go home.


But when the new car drove, Aliya invited her parents to visit a park that seemed crowded that afternoon visited by families who were relaxing in the afternoon.


"Our father stopped at the park first yuk, Aliya wanted to play there for a while before going home," Aliya asked her father who was driving his car at medium speed.


"Ask Mommy first, it's okay" replied Fatih asking for approval from Aulia Yang since then just silent.


"May ya Bun, just a second. Until magrib alone, we have gone home" whined Aliya to his mother.


"May, but not for long,"


"Ready Bun, let's get Dad over there first,"


"Ready princess,"


Fatih also turned his car back towards the park which was crowded by children and their parents who seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere of the afternoon together with their families.


Fatih, Aulia and Aliya walked side by side with Aliya in the middle of the two. While walking towards the park area, Aliya reached out her hand to hold her parents' hands together.


The left hand held Fatih's hand and the Right hand held Aulia's. And it is a bit of the center of attention of other park visitors.


Not a few people praised their togetherness. In addition to looking harmonious, the look of Fatih and Aulia who are good looking is also a highlight of the mother dadaster who happens to also be there accompanying her children. Play.


"Alhamdulillah, finally achieved as well" Aliya chirped that made her parents look at her.


"Reach what dear? How do you thank me?" Ask Fatih who first opened her voice.


"Aliya is very grateful Dad. Because Aliya is still given the same opportunity of God to feel gathered and go with both parents Aliya to the park as it is today. Truly, Aliya was very happy for Father and Aliya was also very grateful for the grace given by God to Aliya" Aliya replied with glassy eyes.


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The expression of little Aliya's heart not only pierced in the heart of Fatih, who for years did not share the growth and development of his daughter.


But also Aulia, who somehow felt so tight chest when she heard the outpouring of the heart of little Aliya.