Almahyras
Season 2, Part 9: Birth, Rais.

📍 Residence Ustadz Hasan.

Jafar had reached the house with his wife Alma. When he pressed the bell and Alma said hello, no word, until several times only appeared an ART who worked there, using a black veil and a negligence of flowers.

"Sir, who are you looking for?"

Alma replied, "Aunt Hasna is there, Mom?"

"She, Ma'am. Wait, njeh. I'll let Ms. Hasna go for a minute" ART said.

Alma and Jafar smiled faintly and nodded. While the door closed again, Alma was seen looking at her. "Mas, I just found out Aunt Hasna has ART" Alma said.

Jafar pulled out his device and typed. "I just found out too."

After a few minutes, the door opened again there was Bibi Hasna who welcomed by asking Jafar and Alma to sit on the living room sofa. He looks thin and thin. Since the departure of Ustad Hasan, Aunt Hasna has not been okay?

How stupid Jafar is. Anyone left behind by a loved one will never feel okay.

"Auntie is sorry, do not give word on the death of Ustad Hasan, yes, Nak Jafar," said Bibi Hasna slowly.

Alma looks at Jafar for a moment. Then Alma replied, "Me and Mas Jafar understand, Bi. Aunt is still in a mourning mood. But ... If I may know, where is Azizah, huh, Bi?"

It is better to ask first. If Alma directly asked for an explanation for Azizah's expulsion, it would further add to the burden of Aunt Hasna, Jafar's inner nod.

Meanwhile, Bibi Hasna was seen silent there was no sign of wanting to answer.

"Aunt ..."

Aunt Hasna wasn't looking at Alma. His gaze suddenly turned on Jafar. "Jafar, it's lucky you married Alma. Aunty never thought a child whose real aunt would end up being a bad girl."

Astaghfirullah, Inner Jafar.

"Or maybe .. This is one of Aunties who overindulge her? Until he does something outside the boundaries. Even to produce seeds that Bibi is sure .. he himself will never take care of," continued Aunt Hasna.

Alma. Even subconsciously looked down at his two fused hands.

"Aibi's decision at that time .. was to expel Azizah. Auntie really upset Jafar." Aunt Hasna looked at Jafar with teary eyes. "He was even ... cause Abinya to enter the hospital and .. astaghfirullah."

"He died because of him!" aunt Hasna, again.

Jafar had no decision to answer anything about the grief and hurt that Azizah had inflicted on Aunt Hasna. Because actually, Jafar also felt pain as a parent who felt not appreciated by his son.

Three months passed in the delivery clinic, Azizah gave birth to a boy accompanied by Alma. The child was born healthy and well. Because Alma had warned Azizah not to do anything to the fetus in the womb.

Even he himself does not know. What happened, tonight Azizah forced her away. She said her job to give birth to the child was done. He did not want to name, breastfeed or see the child. He wanted to leave, to live again as a new man.

Alma really had no choice but to grant. He let Azizah go, and a few hours passed by and Jafar came with the necessary equipment, along with Dilara.

"Mama, adikna. This is ... Dilala's sister?"

Alma nodded. "Yes, honey."

"Where's who?"

Alma looked at Jafar for a moment. Then I looked at Dilara again. "Try asking Dad. Mama hasn't given me a name, honey."

Dilara turned to look at Jafar. "Whose sister's name, Dad?"

"Ra-is," replied Jafar slowly trying to use a voice.

"Lais? Goody! Nice." With sparkling eyes Dilara looked at the Mother. "So this Lais is Dilala's sister, huh Mama?"

"Yes, honey."

"Lais is a boy or a girl, Ma?"

Alma who had just changed Rais' diaper replied, "Male. Inget, yes Dilara. Rais is your sister. You have to be nice to him, you have to love him too. Understand, Son?"

Dilara. "Neg. Oh yes, Mama. Sister don't drink milk, Ma?"

Alma was silent for a moment staring at Jafar.

"Don't give him your ass." Jafar gave a pause in his notebook."Better formula milk alone."

"Why, Mas?"

"I-just go," Jafar broke up.