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Rasya Jay Achala's

...When I saw how my son's facial lines were, I was sure that God was showing his power to prove that he was the original descendant of his biological father....

...~Humaira Khema Shireen....

...🌴🌴🌴...

Finally for the first time in Humaira's life. She was carrying a tiny baby who was her own offspring. A duplicate of himself and Syakir whom he loved very much. 

Tiny body, mousy cheeks and do not forget the reddish skin and body that is slightly smaller than a newborn. It made Humaira involuntarily cry.

She felt she had failed to be a mother to her child. Because of her carelessness, the child who should still be a few weeks away was born into the world, should be forced out now. 

"Don't regret everything, son. It's God's destiny to make her born into the world faster" Mama Ayna comforted.

Humaira nodded. He moved his head closer slowly, for the first time Humaira kissed the forehead of her son who was closing his eyes quietly.

Everyone who saw must feel sad mixed. A supposedly happy moment for a mother and newborn child with family gathering. Not with Humaira.

The birth process that should be accompanied by the husband, the process that should be a strength between husband and wife was able to pass even though alone.

Only he and his son are struggling. Struggling between life and death for his son to be born in the world. The world is cruel but Humaira is ready to give her world to her son. 

"I've never regretted getting pregnant with her, Ma. Nothing in my mind regrets his presence. But.." pause Humai and look at his mother-in-law. "I regret that his presence was not welcomed by Kak Syakir. The first child who was supposed to be our friend and reinforcement both turned out to be unable to make Kak Syakir aware of the two of us." 

What Humaira said was true. She never regretted being pregnant out of wedlock. He also has no regrets about doing it all himself. However, he regretted why the presence of his son did not want to be accepted by his own biological father. 

Why should such a child be the victim of both parents?

He also does not want to be presented in the stomach Humai. He didn't ask to be born like this either. 

"A little while, son. Soon God will give you power. Believe the same Mama well, there she is." said Mama Ayna looked at her first grandchild with a lot of affection. "Will bring blessings to you, for Syakir and for all of us?" 

Humaira nodded. He believes the presence of children in his life will be a blessing that can not be described. It will be the best moment of Humai's life as long as he lives in the world. 

"Have you prepared a child's name for her?" asked Papa Haidar who had just approached Papa Hermansyah.

Humaira. He looked at these two men who loved him very much. His head shook indicating that Humaira had not prepared a name for her son. 

"But I want my son's name to have one word Humai prepared long ago, Pa," he said, drawing them all closer.

"What?" 

"Rasya," Humai quietly.

Humai's spontaneous speech made Sefira turn her head. He knew where the word came from. The words that Humaira and Sefira had thought of when they were still living in Malang City. 

"Shirish Humaira?" 

The girl carrying her son nodded. He smiled even though that smile signified sadness.

"Syakir to me anyway. To avoid it or not, he is still my son from Kak Syakir. Let Humai remember that inside his body there is the blood of Kak Syakir," Humai cried again. "Because my marriage will run aground and God's last gift for our marriage is him." 

Hermansyah rubbed her daughter's head. He didn't expect his daughter to be that strong. Humaira is like Emili. He was unyielding when his soul pain had not yet come.

Emili is a soft-hearted mother figure but does not give up easily. Emili always put her son's happiness ahead of hers. That's what Hermansyah also saw in her son. 

"May Papa give you Papa's grandson's long name?" 

"Of course, Pa. Give her a blessed name."

"Rasya Jay Achala's. May he be as he means. Being a tall boy with unyielding success" said Papa Hermansyah who had found out the final name with Papa Haidar.

"So called Jay, can you dong, Pa?" sefira said with a mentoel cheek of his nephew.

"certain. Call him by first, middle or last name. It's all the same."

Humaira nodded. He looked down while rubbing the cheek of his son who still looked weak. 

"You're a strong boy, son. We'll walk together after this. Rasya will be a booster mama," Humai said in his heart with tears that were about to come back down. 

...🌴🌴🌴...

It took only two days for Humaira to be treated. Today he and his son were allowed to go home. Of course, they were immediately welcomed happily by the couple's second daughter Bara and Almeera. 

Yes they still live in Almeera's house because there is still no place to live there for them. Everyone was asked to stay at the home of the couple Bara and Almeera with the consent of both. 

"Tante, Jay's sister is very handsome" said Bia, holding her tiny hand.

They are currently in Humaira's room. There's only him, Bia and Jay in bed.

"Daddy Jay, right, man, honey. If she is a girl, it must be beautiful like Madam Bia," Humaira said while pinching Bia's cheek slowly because of anxiety.

"My dad always said that too, Auntie," she said with an adorable facial expression.

"Yes dong. Bia's beautiful like Mama." 

Bia nodded. That kid really can't be far from Jay. He kept clinging to Humaira and her son all day. They ended up playing in bed for almost two hours.

Bia began to close her eyes next to her son. Humaira smiled as she watched the two sleep quietly. However, the sudden arrival of Mama Ayna and Sefira to her room made Humaira slowly sit down.

"What's up, Ma?" 

"You want to talk to me, son. Can you?" 

"certain. But kids…?" 

"Let me take care of her, Mai," Sefira interrupted quickly. 

Humaira finally leaves her son. She followed in the footsteps of her mother-in-law who apparently took her to the living room.

There was Papa Haidar and Papa Hermansyah waiting. While Mama Emili, Humai is sure if her biological mother is resting.

"What's up, Ma?" 

"It." Papa Haidar handed Humai a brown envelope.

The mother who had just given birth stared at the envelope in confusion. However, finally Humaira who did not want to be filled with curiosity chose to take it and immediately opened it slowly.

The white letter began to appear. Humaira started to open it and saw a scratch of black ink there. 

Humaira's heart slipped. The letter he was holding was no ordinary letter. Except, divorce papers.

"This?"

"Yes, Son. Your divorce papers are with Syakir," said Mama Ayna staring at her daughter-in-law with reddened eyes holding back tears. "Surey signed the letter. You're left now. Sign there and you'll officially get divorced." 

~Connected

Even the stitches on her stomach were still wet but she was already given a divorce letter. So Humai is as painful as that yak. But no longer you go to college again, spirit again. Mai's life fox. I've prepared a good plot for you hehe.

Ready for a few years later gang? yuhuu I want to jump right now hahaha.