True Said Mamah

Chapter 101

"I'm sorry, Brother."

"Hm?!" Zidan raised both eyebrows at the official utterance that suddenly apologized.

"Why apologize? Even if Mamah Yati has a burden of mind or complaints of pain, it's not your fault."

"That's not what I mean."

"Then?"

Rasmi looked at Zidan while thinking. "Already, ah! Anyway I'm sorry." The official did not feel good to express the cause he apologized. Not to mention the inherent shame, if Zidan knows that he is jealous of the closeness of Zidan and Anan before. Reality has confirmed that Anan and Zidan are siblings.

Zidan only frowned watching Rasmi again busy with his dough.

"You been a long time, son Zidan?" tanya Mamah Yati was so cute to catch the figure of Zidan sitting near Rasmi.

"Not too long, Mah. But not for a minute either." Zidan spoke in response to Mamah Yati's question as he walked over. Then embrace the veiled middle-aged woman.

"Where's your news, okay, right?" Zidan had loosened his embrace; staring fixedly at the figure of the mother he called mamah.

Apparently, Mamah Yati also looked at Zidan. "You are, I just found out the news. It's already! Mama's busy." Mamah Yati released Zidan's hand.

"If you haven't had lunch, eat there!" tell Mamah Yati, walk towards where Atika devoured her food.

"Reply, you guys, he must have not eaten, yet" he continued before sitting down.

"Mom, uh! Asked if he told me to eat." Zidan again eroded the distance. "Yes, Zidan ate but was bribed by Mamah," Zidan smiled as he lowered his eyebrows.

"Basic big baby!" Along with the spoon placed on Zidan's head.

"Aw! Sick, Mah," sizzled Zidan, swiping his head fast.

Official and Atika just laughed at Zidan's behavior.

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In the afternoon, Zidan deliberately waited for Mamah Yati's home hour. He did so that he could more freely talk to the woman he called mamah. Surely Zidan hopes that Mamah Yati will be more open to him.

"You just go home, Mah?" after sitting behind the wheel.

"Yes, Mom is tired, wants a break."

After a few seconds, Mamah Yati turned to Zidan.

"Why hasn't the road?" tanyakanya.

"Eh, yes, Mah. It also wants to go" Zidan replied as he turned on his car engine.

Now Zidan's car drove quietly on the thick asphalt. Contrary to her who is currently in confusion. Even tucked the fear in his heart, if only he had mispronounced. Sometimes he hummed to get rid of that feeling.

Being next to Zidan, Mamah Yati was able to uncover the Zidan gelagat that he thought was not usually it.

"What's wrong with you, son? You're acting weird today."

At a glance, Zidan glanced at Mamah Yati.

"Ah, time anyway, Mah. Zidan was ordinary," he replied with a chuckle.

"That's just unusual, Mama. Since the shop, I noticed Mamah was more silent. Mom's fine, right? If there's anything, talk to Zidan. Isn't Zidan also Mamah's son? Zidan also wants to complain about Mamah."

Mamah Yati did not immediately respond to Zidan's remarks. He just stared straight at the highway. Before long, he took a long breath.

"You don't have to worry, son. Mom's just tired, that's all." Mamah Yati smiled as she rubbed Zidan's sturdy arm.

Zidan is still Zidan. He did not easily believe what Mamah Yati said. That is inversely proportional to what he sees. In fact, he is increasingly suspicious now.

"You must be hiding something" he said, but only in your heart.

"I have to find out. I can't just stand by and let something bad happen" she continued.

Arriving at home, Mamah Yati went straight to the room to rest. He's really tired. Not only tired physically, but also tired of thinking.

"Zidan!" call aunt Yani who saw Zidan standing in the living room while staring worriedly at Mamah Yati until it disappeared behind the door.

Zidan turned, "Yes, Auntie," he said.

Soon Aunt Yani approached and gently pulled Zidan off to the back porch.

"Auntie wants to ask. Didn't you see Mamah Yati acting strange today?" ask Aunt Yani after they sit down.

There was a worried tone implied from aunt Yani's question. Zidan was aware of that.

Instead of answering, Zidan asked back. Makes aunt Yani frown.

"Alright, Auntie is also unlikely to cover this from you" said aunt Yani. Then explain in detail what happened this morning.

"It is fitting that mamah looks like there is such a heavy burden of mind. It could be what Aunt is worried about has happened."

Aunt Yani is worried that until Mamah Yati thinks that the kidney in her body at this time is a gift from Anan.

"Put it like that, Auntie, then what should we do? Maybe we shouldn't hide this forever. Mamah Yati is also entitled to know, even though it is heavy. Maybe it's just the beginning, but Zidan sure your mom would understand and would accept."

"You're right, son. Auntie's not sure we can close this meeting forever."

"Yes, Aunt. It would be better for you to know it from us, than you to find your own. Zidan can't take it until you get sick again because of this problem."

"Yes, Son. Auntie doesn't want that to happen either."

A few moments quiet.

"Oh yes, you must convey this to mamah Sandra, so that mamah Sandra is prepared if the same tomorrow or the day after mamah Yati asks him."

"Yes, Aunt. What about Anan? Do we have to seek approval from him before we discuss this to Mamah Yati?" ask Zidan who is actually not sure Anan will agree. Remembering, Anan was the first person who did not allow anyone to tell about his kidneys that were donated to Mamah Yati.

Aunt Yani started thinking about it for a moment. It was clear from his facial expression that occasionally linked his eyebrows that he was weighing something.

"How, Auntie?" Zidan's question made everything that Aunt Yani thought of right now yawn somewhere.

Zidan stared fixedly, waiting for an answer from aunt Yani.

"After Auntie thought-about it, Anan had to agree," Javan aunt Yani, firmly.

"No, Aunt. Anan doesn't agree."

Suddenly, Anan interrupted the words of his mother's sister.

He who was about to go to the kitchen, accidentally heard the conversation of Aunt Yani together with Zidan. Slowly he approached until he finally knew the topic they were discussing.

"Anan. ," lirih aunty Yani.

"Until now you can't know, Auntie." Afterwards, Anan tried to grab Zidan's hand. "I beg you, Zidan. Mom can't know. After all, you also don't need to know about that donor, right? So please, just let it go."

"But, Nan. I want to see when we hide this from Mom. You don't want anything to happen to Mom. Moreover, according to aunt Yani, mamah has begun to suspect. It would be best if we tell mamah as soon as possible." Gently Zidan convinced his dearly beloved brother.

"Then, what if you don't want to accept reality? I'm worried why-why!" The look on Anan's face was so anxious and his manic began to dew.

"You don't worry. Maybe at first mamah opposed, but gradually mamah would be willing to accept sincerely. Believe it."

Zidan embraces Anan to be calmer and not think things out.

"Alright, Anan agreed," Anan said after Zidan's embrace detached from his body.

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Evening day came. For some reason, Anan felt so missed his mother. He walked through the space he passed through. At the end, he stopped right in front of a door.

Anan was about to knock on the door, but he paused. He did not want to disturb his mother who was asleep in there.

Slowly he pressed the doorknob and opened it slowly. After the door was half open, he could know if his mother was currently performing the worship of Sunnah. This is proven by the recitation of Surah Al-Fatihah which was read aloud by Mamah Yati.

Anan walked towards the bed after he closed the door. He also sat on the edge while waiting for Mamah Yati to finish praying at night. Although in fact he was worried if his arrival disrupted the peculiarities of his mama worship.

A little while Anan waited for his mother. But he remained patient and tried to resist the drowsiness that began to attack.

"My whole life, only this time did I find his old prayer mama," he said.

Forty minutes already Anan sat down without doing anything. He just sat down and of course listened intently to every chant of the holy verse of the Qur'an which was read quietly by the Imamate of Yati in every rakaat prayer.

The hour hand shows at 03:10 in the morning. Anan was still good in his place. Until finally Mamah Yati after offering his prayers and hopes to the Khalid.

"What are you doing here, son? Why aren't you asleep?" tanya Mamah Yati was so aware of Anan's whereabouts in her room. He was surprised to see Anan sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Anan kangen with Mamah. Anan wants to sleep with Mama. Can, huh?"

Mamah Yati got up from her seat, then let go of her face. After keeping it in place, he immediately approached Anan and sat down next to him.

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Although a little late, the author wants to say, "Happy Eid Al-Fitr 1443 H, taqabbalallahu minna wa minkum sorry inner birth."🙏