The Woman Who Was Hurt

Part 16 | Part of memories

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Aisha POV.

"Bie, can you see Lee meeting Ustadz Harun?" my impossible door leads Lee to Ustadz Harun's House because his House is next to the Dormitory.

"It could be as long as you want to bring this food and money to my sister," said Robbie who was willing to accompany Lee if I wanted to deliver food and also the money he brought to the Dormitory princess, where his sister lives.

"OK agree, but first I need to know what your sister's name is."

"His name is Kanaya, usually called Naya," Robbie replied, handing over a cardboard box of food and an envelope containing monthly money for her sister to my hand.

"Now you go to Ustadz Harun's House, there's a spit" I said.

"Ready, Captain Aisyah!" sahut Robbie while raising his hand like a flag-respecting person.

I smiled at Robbie's behavior.

"Let's go with Hyung, come with me to the door of heaven" Robbie continued, embracing Lee's broad shoulders and leading the man to meet Ustadz Harun, the Da'i who always succeeds in making one's heart calm when he has heard his lectures and advice.

"May Lee be able to convince himself to worship and become a convert" I murmured with hope.

Then I walked to the Dormitory to deliver Robbie's food and trust money to his sister named Kanaya.

*****

Kanaya, the teenage girl who is Robbie's favorite sister turned out to be very beautiful, polite and also friendly to me. She has been a santriwati for a year in the Darul Ilmi pesantren which was also where I calmed down after divorcing from Devano three years ago.

After giving birth to Dasha, I decided to leave the house because I could no longer accept the blasphemy of a neighbor who believed in slander that said Dasha was the baby of infidelity.

I decided to go to Bandung, or rather to the address of Ustadz Harun who once taught me to teach as a child. I didn't go alone because I included Baby Dasha, who was four months old.

With the cost that fits my heart and my baby must be willing to clot when riding a bus that is overloaded with passengers. Fortunately, Baby Dasha did not cry at the time, probably because she understood that Uminya was in trouble.

Baby Dasha just cried and fussed when I arrived at the boarding school or rather at the house of Ustadz Harun who at that time immediately welcomed my arrival with a warm smile.

"Aisha, your baby seems to be hungry" said Ustadzah Fatimah. The wife of Ustadz Aaron looked at the crying Baby Dasha with a face of pity.

"Yes Uma, Dasha hasn't suckled since this afternoon," I said in a hoarse voice, holding back tears.

"Lho, why don't you love her ASI?" asked Ustadzah Fatimah with a faint frown on her forehead.

I bit my lips to hold back the tears that wanted to fall, it took strength to tell me the fact that I couldn't breastfeed Baby Dasha.

"Actually I can not give her ASI Uma, I have tried many times but still ASI I do not want to go out," said I who now can not hold back my tears anymore. I cried and Ustadzah Fatima moved to embrace me.

"Astaghfirullah, what has your baby been eating all this time?" asked Ustadzah Fatima while breaking her embrace on my body.

"Former milk, Uma," I replied as I held Baby Dasha so that her cries could subside a little.

"May I leave Dasha to Uma while I make her milk?" ask me.

"Of course you can, actually from earlier also Uma really wants to replace you holding Dasha," replied Ustadzah Fatimah with a smile that adorns her lips.

Even the woman of prayer had already thrust her hand before me. With relief I handed Baby Dasha to her sling.

"The kitchen's right over there, huh, Shah." Fatimah's Ustadzah told me the directions to her kitchen.

And after finding a pack of milk and the bottle I immediately headed towards the kitchen that was shown by Ustadzah Fatimah.

I deftly brewed the formula and fanned it until it was warm before I put it in Baby Dasha's bottle. Then I went back to the living room and gave the bottle to Baby Dasha who had not stopped crying.

"Ush... Ushs... Baby, do not cry, Umi so sad if you see baby does not stop crying like this," I whispered while taking over Baby Dasha from the sling Ustadzah Fatima and fondle her.

But Baby Dasha didn't want to calm down, even my baby was getting fussy and wouldn't drink her milk.

"Is he feverish?" Fatima's Ustadzah touches Baby Dasha's tiny forehead.

"Oh Allah, she has Aisha's fever" said her, which caused me to panic and touch my baby's forehead.

"No need to worry, money matters let Uma pay, the important thing is that your baby can see a doctor" said Ustadzah Fatima who made me touched with her kindness.

"Thank you very much, Uma.hiks, I will definitely remember this kindness of Uma all my life" I said as I wiped the tears that melted down my cheeks.

"Together, Aisha. We should be fellow Muslims to help and love one another" replied Ustadzah Fatima, showing her warm smile.

******

In the doctor's office.

"It looks like this baby has a high fever because it misses someone. Maybe it's his father, so I propose to bring his father here so that the fever alleviation process can be fast." The doctor's explanation made me confused and sad at the same time.

I turned towards Ustadzah Fatima with tears.

Then attentively Ustadzah Fatima took me into her arms. He then stroked my shoulder while whispering the words that made me stiff.

"Call your ex-husband and tell him that the baby needs him" suggested Ustadzah Fatima, who made my heart ache because it was impossible for me to contact Devano after we officially divorced.

"Do I have to do it?" I asked as I looked at Ustadzah Fatima with doubt enveloping me.

"Bismillah, Aisha. You can do it, don't you want your daughter to get well soon?" said Ustadzah Fatima while wiping my tears attentively.

"Alright then I'll call him for the recovery of Baby Dasha."

I picked up my phone and pressed a video call on WhatsApp. But more than five times Devano did not lift it. It got to the point where I was getting tired and trying once again with a desperate heart.

And in the end Devano was willing to pick up my video call.

"What's wrong?" devano asked in a cold voice and without looking at the phone screen.

I bit my lips to hold my so as not to be heard to Devano's ears.

"My little girl misses you, Dev. Please tell him something even if it's just one sentence." I begged him with a gasp of breath because I couldn't help but cry when I saw his cold face.

"I'm busy, just call her dad" interrupted Devano who made me look at her with emotion.

"You are his father, Devan!" my screams are filled with sadness, pain, and anger.

"How many times have I told you, I'm not the baby's father!" elak Devano who retorted snapped at me while looking at me with hatred emanating from his sharp eyes.

When I wanted to avenge Devano's evasion, Ustadzah Fatima quickly took over my phone and spoke well with Devano until my ex-husband finally spoke to his little daughter.

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