Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 14

“What is this!” snapped his papa showing a paper that has been tangled due to its grip.

“Papa, I-it..”.

“That's what? Speak clearly!” snapped again.

“Pa, Graceful can clear in this Pa!” said Anggun who looked nervous.

His feet trembled as he stepped closer to the sofa.

“Sit first Pa,” take Anggun slowly.

His father sighed in annoyance, because he already felt lied to by his own daughter.

Mr. Heri sat on the sofa facing Anggun, kneading his dizzy head temple.

“What's up Mas? Why scream?” ask his wife who went straight to the room Anggun.

Because she heard the voice of her husband so loud that she could be heard in the guest house.

Her husband did not reply, still staring intently at Anggun who was looking down did not dare to look at her Papa.

Ms. Sintya looked at the paper on the table that was already tangled.

He took it and read it.

Ms. Sintya rounded her eyes to see the contents of the white paper.

“What is Graceful?” the same question as her husband.

“What is this?” shouted Bu Sintya looking at his daughter's face with flowing tears.

Ms. Sintya shakes her daughter's shoulder.

“Say Graceful!” snapped again.

“Hiks.. Yes Ma, hiks... hiks.. forgive Graceful Ma.”.

With a trembling voice while crying, Grace squeezed the end of her clothes.

Plaque!

The sound of a loud slap hit her left cheek, making her smooth cheeks slightly red.

“Tega you are Graceful! Tega you slandered your own sister! You even loudly say if Icha who is pregnant, have you!!” shouted Miss Sintya.

“Ma. Hiks.. forgive Graceful Ma.”.

“Tega you!” said Bu Sintya looking at his daughter with anger.

“From now on I'm not your mother anymore!” bu Sintya was about to step out.

Quickly Anggun held her Mama's feet hugging her feet.

“Ma, forgive Grace Ma. Don't talk like that Ma. Hix... Ma!” still hugging his mother's feet.

“Lease!” pekik Bu Sintya tried to release his daughter's hand.

“Ma, forgive Graceful Ma.”

Still hugging her Mom's feet.

“Lease!”

Finally Anggun weakened, slowly loosened his hands and let his Mama out of the room.

Gracefully looked back at her Papa.

“Pa. Forgive Graceful Pa,” Ogre Anggun.

Heri threw away his face, not wanting to see his daughter's face.

“Anggun regrets Pa,” Lirih Anggun.

“Papa disappointed. You have smeared Papa's good name, you have smeared the good name of this family!” said Mr. Heri left his son who was crying sitting on the floor still sobbing sobs.

“All this is because of you!” snapped it.

Gracefully hit her flat stomach.

Mr. Heriyanto stepped into his room, staring at his wife who was packing clothes into a suitcase, occasionally wiping away his tears.

“Mama where to go?” asked her husband to look at his wife.

He felt very guilty, having already kicked his daughter and son out of the house. He had not even sought the truth and instead blamed his wife.

Mr. Heri sat on the floor, looking down.

“I don't want to stay in this house anymore!” with a hoarse voice as a result of crying.

Without caring about her husband sitting on the floor.

“Darling, I'm sorry. I was wrong,” he said feeling very guilty.

“Your satisfaction is! Satisfied you have destroyed your own daughter, this is also the result of you!” pekik Bu Sintya's.

“I'm asking for divorce. I don't want to live with you anymore!” snapped it.

Mr. Heri just sat quietly, without answering the words of his wife who asked for a divorce.

Heri was stunned to see his wife wearing a hijab, just like his daughter Icha wore.

Previously, Ms. Sintya went every night to Icha's room to learn to teach after making sure her husband slept. Even when he went out of the house he often wore a hijab, when his husband was not at home he also repeated reading the verse of the Qur’an as taught by Icha before.

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In the afternoon, Icha was getting ready to go home to work.

Previously he contacted his brother to pick him up, currently he was waiting in the chair in front of the store.

“Assalamualaikum, Icha.”

“Waalaikumsalam,” says Icha.

“Are you waiting for someone?” asked Fahry who was wearing a helmet.

“Iya,” sahut Soft Icha.

“Do I need to drive you?” Fahry.

“Thanks in advance. But, Brother is already on his way to pick me” reject Icha softly.

Fahry nodded.

Not long after the car he knew stopped in front of his shop.

“Sorry, Fahry. I go first, because Brother has already picked up,” pamit Icha.

Fahry nodded with a smile.

Before he leaves, Fahry lets Icha's car go first.

After that he drove his bike, heading to his boarding house.

In the car.

“Who?” ask Dika.

Icha looked up to face her brother.

“Mean Brother?” ask Icha back.

“The man you were with. Who is he?”

“Oh, that's Fahry Bang. Works in the same place as Icha,” Icha says.

“Hm. Looks like Fahry likes you,” said Dika directly.

Because before, Dika saw the man who spoke with his sister attentively, visible from the man's attitude.

Icha just smiled and did not answer his brother's words.

While in the middle of the trip, Dika's phone vibrated in her pocket.

He pulled the car over first, then reached into his phone from his pocket.

“Mama,”.

Seeing her mother reach her.

Seeing that his brother did not pick up the call, Icha glanced at his brother's phone.

“Mama. Why not in Bang lift?”

Dika shook her head and let her phone ring many times.

“Bang. It's not good to hold a grudge, especially Mama is a parent who pregnant us for nine months. We must lower our ego, even if we are right.”

Seen Dika repeatedly sighed, hearing the words of his sister he took his phone back and shifted the screen.

“Halo. Assalamualaikum, Ma.”

Since his sister came home from boarding school, Dika always say hello to receive a phone call or contact someone. Even now Dika never missed to do the five-time Prayer.

“Waalaikumsalam. Hix... Elder brother. Sorry Mama son, Mama had doubted Icha. Mama knows the truth now Son, hiks..!”.

“Mama,” Ogre Dika.

I could not hear her mother crying.

“Mama is now out of the house. Can you pick up Mama?” asked her mother still with her hoarse voice.

“Mama where now?” ask Dika.

“Mama is at the bus stop,”.

“Wait there. Brother will pick up Mama,” said Dika then hang up his phone after saying hello.

“Why Bang?” tanya Icha looks worried.

“Mama already knows everything and now Mama is leaving home,” he said back to drive his car.

“Astagfirullah.. This is what Icha fears,” Icha said leaning on the shoulder of the chair.

“How about Papa and Brother Anggun? Surely at this time Anggun's brother is depressed, Bang.”

“We'll ask Mama later. Now we have to pick up Mama now,” said Dika.

Icha nodded.

It didn't take long, their car arrived at the bus stop where Mama was waiting.

Bu Sintya wiped his tears, after seeing his son's car approaching.

Icha smiled to see the Mama wearing a hijab, even Dika was astonished not to believe that sitting at the bus stop was Mama.