AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 126. DA3A

"About Aiswa Buya," he said carefully.

"Why with Aiswa?" continued Buya listening carefully still while drinking the warm tea that he smashed.

"The student is still alive .. but this is just my guess because of some things I have ascertained due to an accidental meeting in Singapore and yesterday during the Malaysia Expo event, Buya," said Amir expressed his grief even though his heart was eighty percent sure.

Deghs.

Silent.

Yai Hariri Salim's voice sighed.

"Mir, what are you going to do, son?" add it again with sadness.

"If she is Aiswa, is her status still Hasbi's legal wife? ... I once got information from my friend and distant cousin Gamal that he saw a post on one of Hasbi's social media that hinted that he had released Aiswa ... one caption under the photo of the ring and ribbon when a pigeon flew," he said again with a careful tone.

"The student was divorced while still in a coma, a few days before he died, son."

Thank God, one is clear. The rest one more.

"Buya, I'm sorry if I forced my understanding but want me to make things clear .. If indeed Aiswa is still alive and her status has been free, I intend to ask her again ..this time directly to Buya," his bow was serious despite not daring to look at the teacher's face.

"What's your excuse?" his character wanted to know the extent to which Amir was firm in his judgment.

"This, I carry all the possibilities .. indeed I only briefly saw it, at a glance heard all the complaints but my heart...."

Amir grabbed a brown map he brought, complete with their custom watches.

Pouring a stack of evidence he gathered a few days back in hopes of his conclusion about the surviving Aiswa being acknowledged by Hariri salim.

The pale white hand that was beginning to look wrinkled grabbed the file on the table that Amir pointed at him.

Slowly Hariri salim opened the hook and then spilled all the contents on the dining table that had been tidied by a santri khidmah in his residence.

The fingers of the alim figure slowly moved to sort one by one objects in front of him. Starting from a neatly hand-written piece of paper, then looking at some other objects including a custom watch like the property of a young man before him.

"This is Aish's writing, and this is the watch he always wears ... Buya does not know if this is your gift.It is appropriate, when he was found falling in the bathroom, on his wrist was embedded this object ... apparently he could never escape from you," he recalled, wiping the only thing that was always attached to his daughter's body.

"One thing I can't confirm is his face. If Buya allows, I would like to ask Umma if he saw anything different while bathing him first, I do not intend to dig up Aiswa's disgrace if indeed he has calmed down there .. just want to convince myself that what I suspect could be true, and the girl is not Aiswa, I will stay away from her .. because I don't want to love someone just because she's similar to my first love" she said at length.

Worrying about negative perceptions of his role model.

I'm sorry if I felt bad thinking of you, Yai.

Silence back.

Only the sound of the clock ticking is heard attached to the wall accompanied by a soft breath.

Hariri Salim recalled being faced with a difficult decision one year ago.

Still etched clearly in my mind with Maryam both hugging each other in front of the bed Aiswa who was in an unconscious coma.

At that time we both promised that we would give freedom to Aiswa if God gave him a second chance to wake up from his long slumber, also we intend to improve the relationship between parents and children and free our second daughter to achieve the desired dream at any cost.

Apparently Allah granted sincere prayers at that time, regret accompanying the time that can no longer be rotated in fact made me cornered.

The statement of the two of us, heard by a woman who claimed to be Aiswa's best friend, was the one who helped him escape first.

I was invited to visit the room next to Aiswa's room. There also lay a girl who was almost his age with more or less the same appearance.

On a closer look, I was surprised at the physical similarities of the girl in front of me. Her name is Aeyza, one year apart from my daughter Aiswa.

After seeing Aeyza I understood a little of the woman's request earlier. They will be exchanged because Aeyza can no longer survive.

I was dumbfounded, not wanting to do a lie but what was told by a middle-aged man in a vvip room, who I later found out was Aeyza's real father, my heart was trifling.

Finally, with a heavy heart, I ventured to leave Aiswa to the family of Hermana Arya to be cared for, raised with love and affection and guarded from all evil.

Maryam, I didn't tell you first. Worrying about dismantling everything before Aiswa achieves her dream.

This is my redemption for your past mistakes, son. I hope that one day Aish will forgive Buya.

All the papers of transfer of guardianship and others I signed the night before the next day Aiswa was declared medically dead.

Happy new life, my dear son. Buya prayed for you from far away.

Although the heart tries sincerely, but still there is a sense of emptiness when remembering it. My daughter was the only one whose presence I wanted so much, Aiswa.

"Mrs ... Buya, all right?" reprimand Amir gently while holding the man's hand.

"Eh, I'm sorry Mir, but it's happening...."

"So your intention is to ask Aiswa back?"

"If he is indeed Aiswa, Buya," Amir replied this time with a stern tone.

"Assalamu'alaikum," a soft sound of shahdu came out from the back door filling the dining room of Hariri Salim residence.

"Eh, there is Amir, it's been a long time, son," Umma approached the man who was sitting at the table eating opposite her husband with a radiant face after putting the book he was carrying.

"Lumayan Umma, how are you?" amir asked while looking down politely cupped both hands in front of his chest.

"Kheir alhamdulillah, eat Mir," Umma pulled a chair next to her husband as he reached out to Hariri's fingers for her to kiss.

"Excellent already with Buya, Umma, matur suwun," he replied again.

"If you see, Umma feels really good ... alone? not all ngajak wife, do Umma want acquaintance."

" Afwan Umma, Aruni was gone more than four months ago.I'm sorry I didn't give the news because everything was very fast .. I thought Abah told me," he murmured at the last sentence feeling condolent.

Deghs.

"Innalillahi, adzomallahu ajro.." both said.

O God, is this your plan for my son?

"Sorry son, we don't know, follow my condolences Mir," said Umma. In his heart hoping that if Aiswa were still there, maybe he would be happy to have a chance to meet his heart that has now been free.

"What is Umma .. hmm, so how is Buya, am I allowed to ask Umma?"

"Ask what Mir, just ask."

"Aiswa Umma," he continued slowly.

"Why with Aiswa? want takziah?"

"Don't...."

Amir glanced at Hariri Salim who lowered his face. Making Umma suspicious of the two men in front of her.

"Why this?"

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