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"Asslammualaikum, son."
"Ntan, look at your sister. So romantic with his wife." Hanum's mother turned to Intan, where Intan was happy if Ibra's happiness had returned.
"Waalaikumsallam-"
Ibra got up at a fast pace. His face was shocked to find his mother sitting in a wheelchair.
"Lady..." Ibra grabbed the mother's hand to regret it. And hugged him with a deep longing. Fatih did the same, she hugged Mother Hanum tightly.
What an unexpected sight from Intan and also Mother Hanum. The line of happy smiles flows beautifully not when it is true that the Ibra and Fatih households look fine.
Of course they do not know, how this household trip can be warm and peaceful again. They would not have thought that Ibra should insist on thwarting Fatih's divorce plan for her.
"Don't come with Mom?"
"You'll know Mr. There's an LBP, he's difficult if the road is far away Deck." Intan.
Though this is only an excuse so that Ibra does not feel suspicious. Of course his arrival here with Mom, not known to you.
You will definitely forbid, because he felt Ibra did not want to be disturbed first. But a mother's longing won't last long.
"Mother's sick? Do you want to go to the doctor?" Ibra asked and was accompanied by a nod of the head by Fatih.
"Let's go inside!"
Ibra pushed her mother's wheelchair into the living room. Intan and Fatih sat next to each other.
"Mommy had a mild stroke Deck, after learning of the last---time Niken incident"
"O Allah, ma'am, why didn't you tell Ibra?"
"...Intan! Don't discuss!" Said mother. Intan's words suddenly made Fatih gawk and feel guilty.
"I'm sorry Fatih ya Bu, that time Fatih can not keep emotions." Sutely answered.
"It's okay, Fat! Niken needs to be taught a lesson. Although he's my nephew, but I denounce his senseless deeds!" Connect Intan with a face that still looks upset.
"Washer! Already!" Mother Hanum sighed. "This is the mother who will speak. You just shut up and listen..."
Intan tilted the corner of her lips. "Yes Bu--"
Hanum's mother changed her position to look at Fatih, looked at her daughter-in-law's pretty face, stroked her cheeks and clasped Fatih's hand.
"Son..."
"...Yes, ma'am." Fatih replied softly.
Ibra, who was sitting on the single sofa, continued to listen to what her mother would talk about.
"If Mom were you, I would do the same, but now there's Ibra Nak. He is your husband, the person in charge of your life. For Ibra's sake will you forgive your granddaughter?"
"...Ma?" Ibra. Fatih looked at Ibra. "It's okay, Mom, let me finish the conversation first!"
Fatih brought her eyes back to look at her mother-in-law.
"Would you, son? For Ibra's sake dear-"
"Ibra is a filial son, dear to his wife and children. Ibra is the only son. From the first Mom always wanted to match him with the son of a friend of the mother. That's you, Fatih.
"But because considering your age is a dozen years different. We felt that it was all impossible, but in fact you guys were fooled. God has brought you back together in a household--sense"
"Either what happens now if your Mama knows, if the grandson of the Mother who has become a thorn in his household. All this time your mother always told her about her sadness about your father. But I don't know, if the woman he hates is the mother's own granddaughter!"
"Mom...." Said Fatih then sighed for a while, the tears dripped back not when he remembered the previous events that hit his psychic Mama.
"Seeing Niken sleeping in bed with Papa made my heart and soul shaken Mom. The friend I thought of as a brother stabbed me, me and Mama in the back."
"...As hard as I could cover all that from Mama, and separate Niken from Papa. But still Mama knew, and she felt that she had been stabbed in the back by me and Papa!"
"For a year Mama didn't talk to Fatih and Papa either. Mama was depressed and almost went to the Mental Hospital. But lucky that you finally get through those tough times and want to take us back!"
"Because of Niken, our family relationship broke apart. So if Mom asks me to forgive Niken. Sorry ma'am, Fatih can't. Fatih's heart is still tight and sick!"
"But Mother is calm, as much as Fatih will continue to maintain this household with Mas Ibra, although Fatih does not know what your reaction if you know this in our family."
"Please pray Mom and pray for mother's granddaughter-this" Fatih grabbed Mother Hanum's hand to stroke her belly.
"God, are you pregnant, son?"
"...You pregnant, Deck?"
The happy voice between Mother and Intan collided with each other. It is true the saying, after there is aridity there must be coolness.
"Yes ma'am, just in the afternoon test. It turned out to be positive." Connect Ibra.
"It is true that you are a match, O God, I am so grateful!"
Hanum's mother then hugged Fatih back, kissing her daughter-in-law very deeply. He had never done this before with Jihan.
Because Jihan was an arrogant woman who was very haughty could not appreciate her existence as an in-law.
"But Ma'am, there's one thing Fatih wants to ask from Mom."
Hanum's mother let go of her embrace and looked at the focus of her daughter-in-law's face. "What is it, son? For Ibra's sake, I'll do--"
"The first Fatih will, never raise Niken again in front of Fatih and Mas Ibra. Second, you don't have anything to do with Mama anymore, just disappear from your life, Mom!"
"It aims to remove traces about Niken. Fatih is afraid that if Mom continues to be friends with Mama, Mama can sniff out Niken's whereabouts. Can it be Mom?"
Hanum's mother was flabbergasted by her daughter-in-law's wishes. Instantly his tongue fell and clenched. There were a lot of wrinkles on his forehead.
I don't know what he'll answer after this. Given the friendship they have established has been carried out from them sitting on the bench of High School. Hanum's mother was married earlier than Mama Tari.
Therefore, the age of their children is also far away. Mama Tari always helps Ms. Hanum when she is in trouble, once loaned business capital to Ms. Hanum, when the husband is in PHK from work.
What irony their lives are. But the rice has become porridge, Niken's mistake will not be erased. The woman forgets that her mistakes have made a prolonged impact.
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