WHEN THE HEART MUST SHARE

chapter 72

Only a week Yahya and his aunt were detained.

They proved not to be involved, they were just victims of fraud.

Yahya received the news with a flat face. He felt, home or held the same. The two women he loved were no longer beside him.

"Tuh, right. What did I say? We are innocent. They're the ones who just caught it." grumbled Rosmah. But Yahya did not touch him.

He stepped on gontai.

Rosmah followed behind him.

"Well, don't keep quiet, Auntie's sad because you're silent."

Yahya is still silent.

He stopped a taxi without caring for his aunt.

"Where, Sir?" ask the taxi driver when they are sitting inside.

Yahya whispered something, the driver nodded and started the car.

Rosmah wondered in her heart.

Why Yahya is so strange, and where exactly are they going.

"Well, say something to let Aunt calm down." Rosmah shook Yahya's hand.

"Shut up Bi.. I'm also dizzy." That's all that comes out of Yahya's mouth.

Rosmah grew curious as Yahya kept silent and the road they passed was clearly not heading back to Anisa's house as she had expected.

"Where are we really?" his eyes begged Yahya.

"The place where Aunt could be calmer" Yahya replied as he clasped his Aunt's hand.

"What do you mean?"

"Aunt will see soon."

Rosmah was silent waiting for the surprise of what Yahya had given her.

"I'm sure Yahya is sorry for blaming me last night. Now he came to his senses and gave me a surprise." his lips smiled expectantly.

A taxi stopped in the courtyard of a building.

Yahya called someone.

Rosmah came down with a confused face.

"Where is this?" he looked around.

He had imagined he would be invited to a shopping center or something. But he was wide-eyed as his gaze caught the signboard plastered in front of the gate.

"The nursing home foundation?"

He quickly approached Yahya.

"We got the wrong address, huh?" tanyanya.

Yahya.

"Let's go in first, Auntie will know later inside."

With an anxious heart, Rosmah followed Yahya's steps.

They were greeted by a middle-aged woman, Ms. Fatma. He was the caretaker of that nursing home.

"Welcome, Mr. Yahya.."

"Yes, Miss Fatma. Bi, this is Ms. Fatma the manager of this place." Yahya introduced them.

"I'm Rosmah, Yahya's Aunt." she's still confident in her circumstances.

"My daughter is a very generous person. He used to do charity and things like he does today" said Rosmah haughty.

Yahya shook his head to see it.

"We're not here for charity, Bi. But Bibi will stay here for a while." Yahya's voice forced Rosmah to turn her body and look at Yahya in disbelief.

"Don't joke, this is not the time" he said firmly.

"I'm the one who should talk like that. Stop messing around, Bi. It's time for Aunt to repent and reflect on everything that's going on."

Rosma.

"Auntie doesn't want to stay here. Aunty hasn't been that old to be a resident of this place."

Rosmah shook her head hard.

"There's no other choice, Bi. It's only temporary.I promise, once I have a more decent living, I'll pick up Auntie here." Yahya explained.

Rosmah held Yahya's hand.

"Don't leave Auntie here, I promise I won't be a burden to you. But don't leave Auntie here."

Rosmas tears have been flowing.

Yahya shifted his gaze.

He could not bear to see a woman crying.

"I will not melt Bi. It's my decision." Yahya stepped out with his crutches.

Rosmah thrashed in the grip of Ms. Fatma.

"Yeah, Auntie's sorry if anything went wrong. But Aunt please don't dump your aunt here...!" he shouted with glazed eyes.

Rosmah was sitting limp. He did not expect, in his old age must be stranded in this place.

Rosmah's heart was torn apart, she had been rejected by her son and daughter-in-law, Yahya was her only destination in this city. But now Yahya also threw it away.

Rosmah lamented her bad luck.

"Sir Yahya did not throw Miss Rosmah away.he just put her away for a while.he said it would come if she had a better life.'" the voice of Ms. Fatma surprised Rosmah.

"Mother is still lucky, Mr. Yahya delivered and handed mother here regretfully. Look at them!" Ms. Fatma pointed at the three elderly who were sitting staring at the gate.

"They'll sit there for hours. Miss Rosmah knows what it is because? they expected their daughter-in-law and granddaughter to come and pick them up.

But until years passed, his son never showed up there to see him. But they still do the same thing every day.

If you can say, they live because of that hope. His son has forgotten them."

Ms. Fatma wiped her tears.

"What should I do here?" rosmah asked confusedly.

"Many, many things you can do. Show the family that Miss Rosmah can."

Rosmah pensive

"Truely said this woman. I have to say everything." Inner Rosmah.

Rosmah looked at the elderly cynically.

"Alright, I will accept this fact with a spacious chest but I will not remain silent either. Just wait .!" snarl.

***

At Anisa's place

"Mother, why are we staying here? we just moved to Aby's father's place." Al protested.

Anisa occupies the teacher's office house which is already a bit messy.

"We can't complain, baby... This is how we should be thankful. There are people who are forced to sleep under the bridge."

"But, why do we have to move out of Yahya's father's house?" ask Al again.

"While we're gonna stay three first, yeah. No papa, do you stay with the same Mother of Liza's Grandpa as well?"

"We moved because Grandma got mad at Mother, huh?" al's innocent face looks pity on his mother.

"Eeum.no, really. Although grandma likes to be angry, but Mother never really get angry too.we are here because indeed Mother same father Yahya already can not stay one more house."

Al was silent, despite the many questions that lingered in his head.

"Here, the important thing is that Al diligently studied and took care of Liza's dedek, can you?"

Al nodded. Anisa rubbed her son's hair.

"Why haven't you come yet?" muttered Al agitated.

Anisa's watching.

"Why, baby?"

"Al call dad, huh?" guess Anisa. Al sometimes uses his cell phone to contact his father.

Al just grinned to get his mother's question.

Sure enough, there was a voice greeting in front of the door.

"Dad?" al laughed.

Anisa shook her head looking at her behavior.

"Dad.." Al hugged his father.

"Well, do you ask me to come immediately, he said at Mother's order."

"Mas, just came?" greet Anisa come out.

"Yes, Nis. Al called earlier, he told me to come quickly said Mother who told me."

Anisa looked at Al confused.

"Sorry, Bund.. Al's been lying to me."

"Sorry, Mas. You must have left your job because of a call from Al." Anisa regretted.

"No, Nis. Coincidentally it's over too."

Anisa nodded. There was a sense of awkwardness between them.

"If you're disturbed, let me go home." Aby's voice sounded doubtful.

"Owh, no really. I'm not distracted." quiet back.

Al who noticed it was astonished.

"Father and Mother are strange. Why so quiet?"

Aby and Anisa are getting all wrong.

Al accidentally teases his parents who look awkward.

"Where's Liza, bobok, huh?" Aby deliberately diverted the question.

"He.h"

"Bobok what not? How did he answer that?"

"Kan, Mas Aby who at once answered himself." replied Anisa chuckling.

'Thank God.." murmured Aby slowly.

"What, Mas? Did you say something?"

"I'm grateful, you can be cheerful again. can laugh again like this." said Aby made Anisa blush.

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