WHEN THE HEART MUST SHARE

chapter 55

Anisa's day was filled with debate with Rosmah,

He felt quite surprised too, the first base of the debate was Aby, now Aby has moved even Rosmah is still not satisfied as well.

Yahya can only be silent if rebuked by Anisa.

"Bi, where are you going, Khaliza?"

"Want Auntie take a bath?" he answered, lifting the baby out of bed.

"But it's only six o'clock, Bi." Anisa tries to prevent.

"You know what? The earlier the child is bathed, the healthier it will be!" he kept going backwards. The little baby still looked cold.

Which made Anisa more agape. Rosmah dipped her khaliza in cold water until the baby cried cold.

Anisa took the baby by force.

Rosmah was so angry.

Anisa holds her cold baby.

Rosmah immediately left from before Anisa.

Yahya came with his wheelchair.

"Anisa, come.. Why did you forbid Bibi to hold Khaliza? She, too, is her grandmother."

Yahya's voice sounded soft.

Anisa is still silent about putting oil on Baby Khaliza.

"Nisa, I'm talking. My aunt was sad and crying in her room. Said you forbade him from taking care of Khaliza."

"Of course I forbid it, brother. Should I just shut up my son in torture?"

"Astagfirulah.. Is she?"

"Of course, the time when he would bathe Khaliza this early in the morning with cold water anyway!"

 Yahya. What he heard from his aunt was not like that.

"All right, Auntie's wrong. But you shouldn't be rude to him either. He's an old man, Nisa." her tone sounded soft.

"I know, brother. But Auntie's gone too far in my opinion."

"Patient, yes..! Maybe Aunt's intentions aren't what you think they are, but things are wrong."

Anisa did not answer anymore. He felt free to argue with Yahya about his aunt. The more days he felt Yahya was increasingly influenced by his aunt.

Anisa also feels confused.his leave is only a week away. You he went to teach, who will take care of Khaliza? What is Bi Rosma? Unknowingly he shook hard.

"No! I can't leave Khaliza's supervision to her father and grandmother." she muttered to herself.

"If I take it to school it's definitely not possible."

"Why, Nis? You look confused?" greet Yahya gently that night.

"I'm confused, if I've started teaching, who do I leave Khaliza to?"

Yahya smiled a little.

"Why are you worried, there's a father. Do you doubt that I can't take care of this situation of mine?"

"Not, uh yeah, I mean, I don't want you to be too tired, brother. Focus first on your recovery."

"Relax, Nisa., while looking after Khaliza, I'll open a small counter in front of the house, although the results are not much, but at least I have a business."

It was not that Anisa did not believe in Yahya as her father.

But what worries him is Rosmah's intervention.

***

Meanwhile, Aby is serious about his work, know his physical condition is less strong, Mr. Sofyan gave him a fairly light job.he just checked the notes of goods that come in and out.

Lunch time, Mr. Sofyan approached her.

"Rest first. Work yes work, but the stomach also needs to be filled." said Mr. Sofyan.

"Thank you, sir! It's over soon." replied Aby

"Son, Aby really works like this?"

Aby nodded with a smile.

"Why, sir?"

"Nothing, just worth it to have Aby work in the office, wear a tie, sit behind the desk."

'Tidal what, sir. I'm happy with this job."

A motorbike stopped in front of the big shop.

"Lord...!" the voice of a girl sounded loud. Mr. Sofyan immediately greeted the girl with a hug.

"Tumben nyamperin papa's here."

"For bosen at home."

"There's no schedule today?"

The girl shook her head. His position that turned his back to Aby made him not see the figure of Aby.

"Oh, yes.introduce this new employee here, the person is very diligent." mr. Sofyan pointed to Aby.

Aby smiled embarrassed by the flattery.

"Mas Aby...?" the girl was shocked.

Aby too.

Mr. Sofyan was astonished.

"Do you know each other?"

"Rubber, pa. This Aby is my patient. After he got out of the hospital, I didn't know any more. He just disappeared." the girl looked so cheerful.

"So, Mas Aby's working with papa now?"

Aby just nodded.

The girl's lips did not stop smiling.

"Here you go, let Aby rest." Sofyan told Lyra who was staring at the man in front of her.

In the afternoon, Lyra approached Aby, who was waiting for an invitation.

"Mas, go home with what?"

"There is my subscription motorcycle taxi, understand that there is no rizqi to buy a motorbike" replied Aby blushed.

But long enough he stood waiting, his ojek had not come too.

"Let me just take it, Mas." Lyra bargained with her kindly.

"Ah, no need. Later troublesome." reject it gently.

"No hassle, I want to go home too."

Lyra is still forcing.

"Come on, instead of waiting for the motorcycle, don't know when."

With a little hesitation, Aby accepted the sweet girl's help.

Lyra thrust the key of the motor.Aby was still stunned.

"Hm.. My time ahead?" with a sweet smile.

Aby received his helmet and motor key. They walked down the street that afternoon, although not much, Lyra knew about Aby's life story. He felt sympathy for the man in front of him.

"Who's staying with you, Mom?" Lyra half yelled because the streets were so noisy.

"Sometimes Al comes with me at night. Understandably, the distance where we live is not so far away." replied Aby.

They passed by street vendors lined up on the side of the road.

"Mas stop for a moment. .."

Aby stopped the motor.

Lyra chose her favorite martabak. He bought two packs.

"We walk again" he said cheerfully. The girl was very cheerful, as if there were no burdens in her life. The girl spread a positive aura to Aby. With him he could forget a little about the complexity of his life.

"You don't have a schedule today?" ask Aby for a little chat.

"No." she answered briefly.

"Baby, Aby. Can I get something a little personal?" seriously said.

"Ask what?" replied Aby while continuing to drive the bike slowly.

"Mas Aby still loves Anisa?"

Aby was silent, she could not immediately reply.

"Why? I'm too presumptuous, aren't I?" lyra said regretfully.

Aby shakes. If only Lyra knew Aby's facial expression at the time.

"I can't answer that, Lyra."

"Owh.. I forgot my question earlier. Hmmm... How old is Mas Aby now?"

Aby was shocked, the girl was so aggressive. He dared to ask about age.

"Why? I look so Tia, don't I?" joke Aby.

"No, Mas. You're not offended." Lyra was worried that the man would be offended.

"Do what I'm offended. The truth is I'm really old. The child is two.."

aby replied with a small laugh.

"Have two? But Anisa's mom, right..?"

"Yes, it's two. Before the disaster came to us. Anisa had a miscarriage. And her son, Anisa, whom I now consider to be my son."

"Ooh..!"

"Right, am I old?"

"Not really. Mas Aby is not old, but mature and mature is different, you know, Mas!"

"Yes, it's a thin difference." replied Aby who was greeted with laughter by Lyra.

Not feeling because while chatting, they reached the courtyard of Aby's house.

Lyra jumped straight out of Aby's arms.

Accidentally, Anisa saw it from the terrace of her house that was not so far away.

There was a bad taste in his heart when he saw the familiarity of the two people.

He immediately entered the house, he did not want to meet Lyra. accidentally he hit Rosma who wanted to get out. Rosmah was astonished.

"There was. What's with her?"

Seriate....