TREASON OF LOVE

Chapter 7. You are not Aqila!

Since Chiko is not home and says she will be late at night, Azzura spends time alone again. Feeling bored, Azzura went for a walk greeting every neighbor who was there.

"Siang Ma'am. What again?" azzura asked to see the salha of one neighbor making opak.

"It's neng, make opak. Food from my area."

Opak is a traditional food. Opak is usually made from glutinous rice, Aci, ati can also be from cassava which is processed later in the sun.

Azzura was curious, he approached the mothers who were helping each other. "Opak, I just found out this is opak." Azzura noticed they were processing sticky rice that had been kneaded and round and then flattened.

"Neng Azzura would like to? You can try the mature ones. Siti get me the fried opaque in there!" pekik Bu Onih asked his daughter to get food.

"Eh, don't be ma'am." Azzura did not want to trouble others. He also felt bad for the kindness of the owner of the house.

"It's okay, the food is a lot so it might not run out just to treat Neng Azzura alone." Bu Onih chuckled giving a joke to Azzura.

And Siti came with a jar of fried opaque.

"This is called opak ketan. Try neng Azzura cobain!" Bu Onih opened his jar and shifted it in front of Azzura.

Out of curiosity for the taste, Azzura took one. "Can this?" ask him again to make sure the owner of the house allows him to taste food dishes.

"Of course I can. Please try it!"

And Azzura took one and tried to eat it. "Hmm good, it tastes good, crisps too." For the first time Azzura ate opaque food. He also occasionally helped those mothers make it. There was a laugh that Azzura made between them. And the neighbors are also so fond of Azzura because his parents are easy to get along with, not arrogant, humble even though not the faith.

When you are making cake. He heard the unrelenting cries of the baby.

"Who's baby is crying? Poor thing," said Azzura.

"That's the voice of Azzam's son. Poor toddler, his mother was looking for a job and was left alone with her father."

"Maybe want Mimi time."

Azzura was silent with ears continuously listening. "I don't feel that way. Is it okay if I go over there and try to calm the baby down?" Azzura asked the permission of the mothers who were there.

They looked at each other because at first his son Azzam and Gina were very difficult to accept new people and did not want to be carried by anyone other than his father.

"Just try neng, we all can't because the boy won't turn to us. We also often try to help the doom calm his son when Ghina is not around, but we can't because his son likes to refuse."

"I tried it. Poor son crying so bad." Azzura stood up and walked towards the house which happened to be in front of Mother Onih's house.

Azzam tried to calm his son who kept crying. He was overwhelmed by his son who was constantly fussy and rebellious. I don't know what caused the six-month-old to cry, Azzam didn't know.

"Oh my God, son. You why? Do not make papa confused dear," said Azzam rubbed the back of his son who was in his lap.

"Excuse me" Azzura said, looking back. The mothers nodded as they saw Azzura hesitating.

Azzam heard a woman's voice and he tried to open the door and struggled to move his wheelchair with one hand.

"Astaghfirullah."

Hua...

Azzam's son was still screaming in tears. His face was already red with tears so heartbreaking and a hiccup.

"Sorry interfering. I heard her son crying all the time, if I may try to carry him." Azzura just spoke to the point without a stale base first. His heart could not bear to see the baby crying.

"Try it, son of Azzam. Poor Azriel," exclaimed Onih's mother who was in the house of Azzam.

Azzam saw the mothers who were gathering. Without Azzam's permission, Azzura took over the baby. Azzam was surprised, "hey!"

"Why cry, baby? Is anyone sick? Aunt obati yes. Where does it hurt? Want bobo?" Azzura so softly said while trying to interact with the baby.

The toddler seemed to notice Azzura's face with tears still accompanying her.

"Nothing, Aunt will not be angry or hurt you. A handsome child should not cry yes, must be strong, must be smart, must be pious. You are bobo by noon." Azzura checked Azriel's condition. He was afraid if the toddler felt pain in his body or pop, but it was not. Azriel's cries subsided as Azzura held the baby in her arms.

Azzura stuck the tiny body in his chest while rubbing his head up to his back. Azzura also chanted a melodious voice as the baby was sleeping.

Amazed, that is what mothers and Azzam feel today. They did not expect the figure of a toddler who did not want to anyone so lulled and looks comfortable in the arms of Azzura.

"Today there's someone who's been able to make Azriel look comfortable" the mothers said.

"Yes, Neng Azzura seems like a good person. You see, if that little kid knows which one really has a soft heart and which one doesn't."

"That's not the concept, but there are toddlers who never want to anyone. Only a certain person could possibly take that toddler's heart. Looks like Neng Azzura one of the noble-hearted women."

"Behind the clothes that Azzura was wearing, stored a heart that was so extraordinary towards the surroundings. Sometimes appearance is not the main factor in life. Can be seen from Azzura who has just stayed one Week able to make around like it and people look happy and comfortable to be near it."

"Mu Onih is right, even though Azzura is a non-Muslim and often dressed ***, but his morals and heart are very noble."

Azzam also looked at Azzura so closely. "Why can he control my son? Ghina alone is sometimes unable to make Azriel comfortable. In fact, often crying when Ghina tried to calm down, "Azzam's mind was astonished and amazed.

"Assalamualaikum" said Ghina, looking lethargic. However, he was surprised that Azzura was in front of his house holding Azriel.

"Waalaikumsalam," Azzam replied.

Azzura looked at Ghina with Ghina also staring in wonder.

"Well, why is Azzura here? Why is Azriel on your lap? It's very troubling you. Mom, why are you even letting other people switch to babysitting my son?"

"Ghina, Azriel."

"Because your son cried so much that Neng Azzura cobain to calm him down," exclaimed the mother across the Azzam house.

"Having a child is even wandering, it is not a responsibility to be a mother."