TREASON OF LOVE

Chapter 3. Where's Aqila?

"Patience to you, baby. Mom will be home soon. You have to be a good-natured, obedient, smart, and our pride" Azzam said, holding his son while waiting for Ghina to return home.

"Excuse me Mr. Azzam" said one of the men approaching Azzam.

"Eh, mr. RT. Must've wanted Jum'attan's dues, huh?"

"Yes, Sir. As usual." There, every KK is required to follow the dues every Friday. The money is collected in the RT treasurer and if someone later gets sick or dies the dues can help some people.

"Wait a minute, sir." Azzam went into the house. Seen once if he had trouble turning the wheel of his chair.

"Sir, his son let me help hold first," said the neighbor who helped deliver Mr. RT around the village.

"Sorry sir is a hassle." Azzam entrusted his son to a neighbor. He went into taking the money and paper containing the names of the months.

*****

Chiko Residence.

"Honey, since we've moved here, I'd like to invite the orphanage kids, yeah. It's okay, isn't it?" azzura asked as she stood putting together pictures of herself and some items into the crystal cabinet.

"It's okay, it's going to be better. Hopefully with us sharing to orphans our sustenance is doubled." Chiko couldn't possibly object because Azzura did always do just that every time she paid.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. We must also go to the Church to worship and ask God for prayer." Azzura reminded her husband to pray to the place of their Lord.

"Yes, after everything is done we go to church today. All will find various kinds of cakes to treat the tofu."

"All right, sweetheart. Then I want to finish this job first," said Azzura while completing his tasks. He did not want to trouble others and only wanted him to arrange everything according to his imagination.

So long struggling with various kinds of goods, finally Azzura and Chiko finished as well.

"Finally done too" Chiko murmured as she looked at the clock on the wall. "It's only twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Let's take a bath, Yu! We're just going to church." Take Chiko and be embraced by Azzura.

*****

The first thing Azzura and Chiko do is pray to the Church, then go to an orphanage that has both religions like the two of them.

"Look, Mom. We want to invite mother and sisters all thanksgiving to our new home on the street xxx no 20." Chiko.

"Thank you, son. We will surely come and pray for you."

Chiko and Azzura smiled, after which they returned home. While in the car, Azzura asked her husband to invite one of the orphanages for Muslim children.

"Darling, we invite the children of Muslim homes again?"

"Will it bother them? The way they pray is different." Chiko is afraid of the pros and cons.

"Whatever they pray, they do the right thing. Even if they are different religions, we cannot judge their religion. The important thing is that we sincerely help the orphans. Want, huh?" Azzura hoped her husband would help.

"Alright, now we'll find the nearest orphanage again. I'm proud of you, I love you more." Chiko felt lucky to have a good wife and also Azzura's bike. Although the woman often looks sexy and looks open, but behind it all her heart is very soft and kind.

The couple had invited one more orphanage.

"But, Mum. Sorry, before we want to ask if mom and sisters are willing to come to our house? We are non-Muslims, ma'am," Azzura said.

Seen shock from the face of the owner of the parlour. However, a second later they smiled gently. "It's okay, son. Instead we are moved there, sorry, non-Muslims want to invite us. We will gladly come and pray for you." The mother agreed and was moved because it was the first time they were invited to another religious house. Because usually, others don't allow it. The mother of the parlour felt that there was a trace of direction going into the recesses of their hearts.

"Hopefully with our presence into your home you can knock your heart out and embrace our religion, aamiin." Inner owner of the sound center.

"Goddess, Son. We're definitely coming."

****

"Now we just have to find a cake supplier to treat them. Where we looking, honey." Azzura and Chiko got out of the car to get into the house.

"Let's ask the stall down the street, baby." Chiko took Azzura to the shop and the woman he was embracing her waist just nodded.

"Excuse me."

"Yes, what are you buying?"

"Oh no, Mom. We just want to ask, is there anyone here who sells snack cakes? You see, we'd like to order a new home thanksgiving event" asked Azzura because Chiko was on the phone.

"There, her name is Ghina. She likes to make cakes and this is one example." The shop's mother showed me cakes made by Ghina.

"If you may know where his house is, yes?" Azzura was interested in ordering a cake to Ghina.

"There's over there. Just stymied five houses and painted the house green." Azzura nodded in understanding. He also smiled friendly.

"Thank you, yeah. Ma'am. Oh yes, tomorrow afternoon come home. Let's just be careful."

"Eh, yes. God willing."

Azzura and Chiko find Ghina's house. The woman looked at Azzura, "very beautiful and friendly, but they seemed to be non-Muslims" she muttered after seeing the necklace Azzura was wearing.

*****

Azzam Residence.

Azzam was not calm because his wife did not come home when the time was very late. It is not unusual for Ghina to have not come home after delivering the cake to the stall. Usually, at eight o'clock in the morning it was back home, but this time Dzuhur Ghina did not come home.

"Ghina, where are you? Azriel fussy is not calm." Azzam complained and he tried to calm his fussy-looking son. Maybe because Azriel still needs breast milk, so the baby is looking for her mother.

The person who was waiting also came to carry groceries. "Assalamualaikum, my dear."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Where have you been, Ghina? Going without permission first worries me. Azriel's fussy, it looks like Mimi's going to." Azzam was relieved his wife had come home and could soon breastfeed his son.

The tiny hand moved to reach Ghina.

"I'm out of work, Mom. Not kidding. Find additional jobs to meet our needs. Do you want to find money? Gini defects where to find money. So don't ask too much." Ghina said the chairman and sounded angry while going in to store his groceries first.

Azzam came in holding his son and tried to move his wheelchair. He did not take heart the talk of his wife who is increasingly not good. "I'm just worried about you, Ghina. Poor Azriel always whines."

"And you can give him formula first, don't wait for me to come home. Why would I buy milk if not for Azriel" exclaimed Ghina, looking upset as she took the tiny baby in Azzam's lap.

Tok ... tok ....

"Excuse me," said someone making Azzam and Ghina turn their heads.

"Let me open" said Ghina and Azzam, following him from behind.

Chequek.

"Who, huh?"