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Sorry Syakir, Ma!

...Whatever a mother hates her child. He is the owner of the softest heart in the world. As wicked and as great as his son's fault was, he still had the heart to forgive him....

...~JBlack...

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It was not just Syakir who was in disbelief because of his shock. A middle-aged couple who had just entered the house of his former daughter-in-law was also no less shocked. Their bodies were both standing tense as their eyes looked at a face they had not seen for a long time.

The face that makes a mother long for her son, a father for her first son and a sister for her older brother. All of course staring at the figure with a full view full of longing mixed with tightness. 

They did not expect that it would be met under these circumstances. In a condition that never existed in the shadows. Amazing conditions for the Syakir Family.

The shadow where Syakir who rejects Jay's existence while in the womb. The figure that insulted Humai and cursed the girl desperately. Even threatening to kill his biological children first turned out to have now been redeemed with a truly extraordinary sight.

“Grandpa...Grandma,” squeals Jay with her fuss.

The voice of the boy certainly made everyone aware from shock and tension. They feel like they are dejavu in this condition.

Jay stood up. She ran towards Mama Ayna and hugged the legs of the middle-aged woman she loved so much as Mama Emili.

“Grandmother wants to make a surprise with Jay, ‘yah?” said the boy with a face that could not cover his happiness.

Mama Ayna's eyes lowered. He showed a sweet smile to his grandson who was happy about his arrival.

“Yes. Grandma wanted to give a surprise but..” her jade and then looked towards Humaira who looked down. “Reacted Granny who got a surprise.”

Jay who did not understand just nodded his head. She even comfortably wrapped her hands around Mama Ayna's neck as the middle-aged woman was about to carry her.

“Mama,” greet Humai then approach.

He kissed the back of his former in-laws' hands. Then it ended with hugging his best friend who had stolen a look at Syakir. Humaira knew that Sefira really missed her brother. However, the girl still felt prestige due to the intense quarrel between the two. 

“Fira I...” pause Humai who does not know where to tell.

Sefira. He turned his gaze and looked towards that one and only friend.

“Thank you for making him aware and turning into a better figure,” Sefira said in a very slow voice.

Not happy, Humai quickly shook his head. Somehow she didn't like it when she heard that her best friend thought her ex-husband's change was because of her.

“Not because of me, Fir,” Humaii said slowly. “He himself changed his attitude for making the past a lesson.”

I don't know, Humai doesn't want Syakir to be considered bad. The change was thought to be due to him or his son. Humai wanted to tell her husband's family if Syakir changed because of himself.

“Oh Jay forgot, Grandma!” scream at the child when he remembers something.

He immediately asked to get down from his grandmother's sling. After that he walked towards Syakir and took his father's hand.

“Dad Jay has arrived, Nek!” say the boy happily.

He pulled Syakir's hand and made him stand right opposite his real mama.

Syakir seems to have trouble talking. Even he felt unworthy to stand before his mother. He is aware of all the mistakes that have been made so far.

Even his mother and sister who did not want to meet him, Syakir accepted without refuting. He knew very well that his sin was opened as small as an ant. The mistake is not as wide as a moringa leaf. However, his past was very bad and fatal.

“Dad, why silence?” asked the confused Jay looking at the figure of his papa. “Let's kiss Grandma's hand.”

Syakir. He looked at the face of his son waiting for him. He knew what his son wanted for him.

“Mama,” call Syakir gently.

The voice seemed to be the melodious groan that he had longed for. The voice of his first son he was always proud of. Syakir slowly took Mama Ayna's hand. I hope her real mother doesn't refuse.

“Assalamualaikum, Ma.” Syakir kissed the back of Mama Ayna's hand.

The tears in both of Syakir's eyes flowed smoothly. Finally with a tremble he could kiss his mother's hand again. Feeling the warmth of her mother's skin, the smell of Mama Ayna's skin was so opiate for her.

Syakir did not immediately take it off. Even with great courage. She reached out her other hand and kissed her mother's hand until it got wet.

“Excuse Syakir, Ma.”

Broke Mama Ayna's tears. A simple word full of meaning slid freely from the lips of his son.

A very missed son. The son he always worried about was there. The first son he was always proud of and he prayed that his future would be good and bright.

“Syakir regrets, Ma. Syakir promised not to repeat it again,” softly with tears flowing. 

Jay who saw his papa crying quickly hugged both of his legs.

“Dad. Why are you crying?” jay asked, repeating the words of his mother who always asked him if he was crying.

Mama Ayna and everyone were aware of Jay's presence. Sefira alone who closed her mouth because it was not strong with the condition of her brother who apologized to her mother made her cry violently. 

This time he saw that his brother was fragile. Just this time Fira saw her brother was weak and helpless.

“Stop crying, Syakir,” whispered Mama Ayna to her son. 

Syakir slowly released his hand. She wiped her tears and held her son who was also about to cry. 

“Father just misses with Grandma,” said Syakir distract his son.

Jay wiped away his father's tears. Even with affection, he kissed Syakir's cheeks which further made all the Syakir family grow wide in disbelief.

“Grandma here. So I can't cry,” Jay said by wrapping her hands around her father's neck.

“Iya. I won't cry anymore. Moreover, there is Jay here.”

“Jay dear, Dad,” he said that increasingly makes Mama Ayna and Sefira surprised not to play. 

"Dad too dear, Jay.”

The feelings of the mother of two children are certainly moved, happy, sad, happy and in disbelief. Her dream has finally come true. 

He always prayed for the life of his first grandchild. He who always hopes that someday his grandson will be given the opportunity to feel the affection of his father once. Now it was manifested before his eyes.

O Allah. It turns out you granted all my prayers. My grandchildren have found complete happiness. Now everything I give to you, Mama Ayna's mind full of gratitude. 

~Connected

Promise is not crying. Huhoo.

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