Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 33

Mas Amal stopped his motorbike in a fried cart.

It turns out that many are buying, still this morning we have been queuing.

While I was standing in line, in front of me was a female figure I knew.

"God, why did you have to meet this woman again?" I'm deep in heart.

I tried to lower my face so as not to see Sabrina.

Sabrina didn't see me, but she walked right past me. I followed Sabrina's footsteps. He walked over to Amal and Zuwita. Mas Amal was not aware of Sabrina's arrival because he was too busy joking with Zuwita.

Questions danced in my head. What would Sabrina do? I immediately ordered a fry and quickly approached them.

I saw Amal's face harden like an emotion. The four of us became a spectacle of people who happened to be in this place.

Sabrina looked at me cynically, looking like she didn't like to see me.

" Just come home, this place does not deserve a solution." General Remark to Sabrina.

Then Amal told me to go up, and we left Sabrina by the side of the road.

Throughout the journey Amal was silent. I was afraid to ask further. Let Amal alone tell me.

We've arrived home. Mas Amal carried Zuwita into the house. He sat on the sofa kissing Zuwita on the cheek many times, as if he was afraid of losing.

Mom approached us, "what's wrong? How quiet?" Mom looked surprised to see the three of us.

Amal rubbed the corner of his eye.

" What's wrong Mal? What the hell's going on? Why crying?" Mom started to panic.

We looked at each other, mother looked at me asking for answers to Amal's mass attitude, but I just shook my head in response that I didn't know.

" Mommy." Amal opened her voice.

" What happened Mal?" Mom rubs her only son's back.

Mas Amal looked at Zuwita, there was a feeling of sadness that was so emanated on his face.

" Sabrina asked for Zuwita's custody..." General Amal lethargic.

Mother sighed heavily, "We have no rights over Zuwita, Mal. Not even a drop of your blood flowed in his body." Mother reminded me.

" But Amal already dear to Zuwita, ma'am." said mass Amal again.

" Then we can what Mal? Even if we're brought to justice we won't win." Say mother again.

I approached sitting next to Amal, "mas, who was patient. Zahra knew this was the toughest ordeal. But do not forget that there is Allah, the All-Knowing." I'm trying to strengthen Amal's mass.

***

It was late in the afternoon, the weather this time was very clear. Amal and I were sitting in the back yard. Zuwita is busy learning to walk while being hobbled. Sometimes we laugh at Zuwita's funny behavior.

" Seneng deh mas see Wita active like this." I said with a smile.

Mas Amal grabbed my hand, "may we soon have a baby yang." Amal's next hand rubbed my flat stomach.

" Amin ya mas.." I leaned my head on Amal's shoulder.

While we were making out, my mother came with a worried face.

" sir. anu.. Sabrina came with her family."

Mas Amal got up from his seat and immediately carried Zuwita. Mas Amal and mother soon meet Sabrina and her family.

When I finished, I brought the drink to the front. It appears they are discussing Zuwita's custody. There is a debate between Amal and Sabrina.

When alluded to the problem of Zuwita's biological father, Amal's mass lost heavily. With a big heart Amal gave Zuwita to his mother.

Mas Amal carried Zuwita into the room. I followed Amal mass to clean up Zuwita clothes, not forgetting pampers and milk come with me.

Amal repeatedly rubbed the corners of his eyes. But Zuwita did not understand the meaning of our tears. He still laughs cheerfully and chatters.

" Are you ready?" Amal looked at me sadly.

I just nodded. My lips feel stifled. Only tears came down hard.

We hugged three. I held my voice so as not to come out.

I kissed the cheek of the puffer Zuwita, "Umi must miss, even miss. Adek is fine there yes.don't fuss, don't make the mother angry." I told the baby boy who didn't know anything.

Mas Amal gave Zuwita to me, while Amal brought Zuwita equipment that I had neatly arranged in the bag.

Mother took Zuwita from my arms, kissed Zuwita lovingly.

My mother and I let Zuwita go with a cry.

Sabrina took Zuwita out of her mother's hand with her arrogance. Zuwita looks frightened and refuses to be carried by Sabrina. She was holding on to a long mother's veil. The sound of Zuwita's cry sounded very loud. He refused to go with Sabrina. But Sabrina did not care about Zuwita's cry. He forced Zuwita's grip to be released.

Amal got up from his seat, "don't be rude to Zuwita." Mas Amal vented his anger at Sabrina.

Sabrina stopped her steps. He turned to Amal, "not your business, Zuwita my son, not your son. You don't even contribute a seed to my daughter's body." He smiled cynically and passed from before us followed by his family.

Mas Amal punched the wall of the living room many times. He expressed his heart's annoyance. Fresh blood flowed from the knuckles of Amal's mass hand.

Amal fell to the floor, his clothes wet with blood. I picked up the p3k gear in Amal's mass room. I cleaned up Amal's wounds.

" Daddy?" I touched Amal's face.

" Is it wrong to love him? He's not my son, not my flesh and blood, 365 days I've taken care of him. From him only a red baby who can only cry until now he can call me Abi, not a moment to love each other between us. And now his name has been engraved in my heart and then he casually took it from me ." He patted his chest.

Amal could not help his grief, nor could I. While the mother since the departure of Zuwita had locked himself in the room.

" Zuwita, all saddened by your departure, son! Be healthy there." My prayer in my heart.

***

The night had come, the sun had slept in its quarrel. Now only the moon and the shining stars illuminate the darkness of the night.

Without Zuwita the house is silent. Amal has been sleeping since this afternoon. He had a slight fever from a wound in his hand. She also kept herself in her room. I am the only one still in front of the television.

Amal and Sabrina's relationship is complicated. After leaving Zuwita, he took Zuwita from the care of the Amal family.

*****

This morning Amal Masi was pensive on the porch of the house. His brilliance was lost in being taken away by Zuwita. Today my mother will go to Medan. He said that staying at home would be re-energized by the sound of crying, laughing also babbling from Zuwita. Mother has gone with her brother who will also go to Medan.

I am both in this house.

This morning I was cooking chicken soup. Just imagining it makes my saliva drip.

I opened the fridge and took out the chicken pieces that were in the freezer.

Suddenly I was so nauseous to see the piece of chicken in front of me.

Immediately I ran to the bathroom to spit out my stomach.

" Huekis... Yuck..!"