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About Imam...

Fais looked at Dita who had been sitting quietly without a word near Wulan. “How is your mother? Is she married again?”

“Mama good, healthy prosperous. Mama is married again and has one daughter named Tiara. In the past, Aunt Cut had proposed to Tiara at home. From there I knew there was something between Mama and Aunt Cut. That's why I asked Grandma's address in Aceh to find out about my real father. Just a few days there, Mama came to pick up because of the actions of Aunt Julie who told Mama about my whereabouts there.” Fais glanced at his sister at a glance, “It's only natural that I contacted Shinta, she came with a handsome capital. Who would believe it? Moreover, Shinta himself denied blatantly in front of everyone.”, said Kak Julie.

“Alright then we just wait for the results of the DNA test will soon be brought by the nurse.”

“Pa, I'm looking for Aisyah first. From yesterday he hasn't replied to my message.” Pamit Iskandar was confused looking at two men with the status of his father.

“Yes, be careful!”

“You know where to look?” ask Doctor Rendra. Iskandar seemed to think, to be honest he also did not know too much about Aisyah. “Find him to the village of ijo! There is a house where orphans are housed. She used to go there.” Fais and Ayu stared questioningly at Doctor Rendra. “So long ago she joined as a nanny in that orphanage.” Doctor Rendra replied without waiting for questions from his parents.

“Grandma, fast healing yes! Grandma hasn't proposed to Aisyah for Iskandar.” He kissed the back of Grandma's hand.

“Bring Aisyah home, yes! Grandma will propose to him after he comes home.” Iskandar nodded and said goodbye to the old men who were still sitting there.

“I'm the same Wulan also said yes, It's time Wulan therapy.” Now in the room lived Dita who was young. A few minutes later, two nurses arrived. They handed Faisal an envelope. With trembling hands, Faisal opened the envelope and carefully read what was written there.

Dita was nervous to the point of impatiently waiting for her future father to speak. He immediately ran towards Fais to snatch the letter but when his hand was about to reach the letter sheet his body had been pulled first by Fais in his arms.

“I'm sorry, Papa. Now you can tell anyone that you're Papa's son. Even your mother won't say you're a child of one-night love. You have Papa even though religiously and countryally our status is not recognized.”

“Thank you, Pa. I don't need anyone's confession. I just need the truth that I have Papa.” Dita sobbed in Fais' arms.

“Why does Shinta say if her child is dead?” ask Julie confused.

“Maybe that's the way it makes us feel guilty for banning them from relating.” Mr Fahri. Pure Mother smiled happily to see that the girl who used to come to her house suddenly turned out to be really her grandson.

“Grandma, finally caught if I'm the real Grandma and Grandpa's grandson.” Said Dita then hugged the old body.

“Tante Julie and Om Adi have no intention of apologizing?” sindiri Dita glanced at Kak Julie and Bang Adi. They simultaneously sighed then, “Sorry us!” lirih.

Mr. Fahri and Pure Mother chuckled, they seemed to be de javu the same situation where the two often made trouble with Fais until they were asked to apologize to Fais.

“Pa, I sent this photo to Mama huh?” Fais nodded. He did not want to ruin his daughter's happiness with his former ego. Again, Fais was caught holding the hand of his friendly wife. Rendra also did not want to lose, he covered Cut's waist until his wife was tightly stuck in his arms.

“Pa, I can't breathe this. The hug is normal, Pa. No one will kidnap this old woman.” Cut's whisper made Rendra chuckle. “Ren,” call Fais makes both Rendra turn at the same time.

Fais chuckles, “It looks like we should change your call to Teuku, how about?” fais asked Dr. Rendra.

Doctor Rendra did not answer for sure he was just confused by the current situation. All of this reality was so sudden that it made it difficult.

“Just calm down, we won't force you to accept us like you used to. We understand that you need time to receive all of this.” Said Cut to Teuku.

“And about your matchmaking with Anggia, we won't force you anymore either. Your family now is they're not us.” Lirih Ayu's. The woman who had been silent had begun to make a sound. His heart was sad because soon he would lose both children who had been cared for and raised full of love.

“Ma, Pa, can I still call you with that call?” tanya Teuku stammered. It is not easy to change habits, especially they have lived together for decades.

Ayu's tears spilled, her heart was happy because the child she had raised had not forgotten her. “You remain our child!” said Ayu then Teuku hugged the woman who was no longer young was tight.

“I still want to continue my matchmaking with Anggia, Ma.” Ayu looked at the black bead of the son.

“K-why?” ask him to Teuku.

“I like the same girl, Ma.” Said Teuku while smiling mischievously towards the mother. Cut sees the interplay between Teuku and other women making Cut's heart uncomfortable. The woman who should have been embraced by Teuku was himself but until now, the man should not have hugged him, kissed his hand alone not to mention asking for news? What's his father like? Teuku seemed to drift in the affection that Fais and Ayu gave.

Dita's phone rings, “Hallo, Ma.” Dita.

“Again where are you? What the fuck? Why are you testing DNA? Where did you get money from, heh?” Shinta did not give her daughter a chance to explain. Fais stood in front of Dita and asked for her phone.

“Dita, Mama replied!”

“How are you, Shin?”

Degs…

Shinta who was behind the phone was surprised to hear the voice of the man across there. “Who are you? Where is Dita?”

“When can we meet? I know, you know who you're talking to right now. DNA test results have shown with whom Dita undergoes the test, right?”

“What the fuck are you, Fais? Why do you do DNA testing? I can sue you for doing that without my consent.” Shinta wrath. He who just finished from the operating room is now even made dizzy by a photo of the results of DNA tests owned by his daughter with Faisal.

“Ck, Dita is an adult to decide something like this. He alone wants and I also want to grant his request without a doubt. Though I was sure from the beginning that seeing him was my son. The child you said was dead is still alive. How you tortured me and my family, Shin. I looked everywhere for you to take responsibility but you disappeared after ruining my household. Now you are satisfied?”

Shinta laughs cynically, “Until anytime I will never give Dita to you!”

Tuttts….

After disconnecting her phone line, Shinta immediately contacted one of her colleagues at the hospital where Dita did a DNA test. After noon, he immediately rushed to Surabaya after previously contacting the husband to accompany him to meet with the past. Toni is a good guy and she also knows all of Shinta's past with her former boyfriend.

“Pa, please force Dita to go home! I don't want the child getting closer to their family.” Shinta lamented to her husband.

“Ma, you need to calm down. Do not make a behavior that can embarrass yourself Mama.remember, soon we will have grandchildren. Don't you want to be called Grandma by Tiara's children later?” Shinta. He was angry at Dita for daring to do a DNA test without her knowledge. Plus the current presence of Faisal. He did not want Dita to be close to the Fais family.

“We go directly to Surabaya?” he asked his wife, who was still sitting in the car. I don't know what Shinta was thinking until she was so reluctant to meet Faisal. If not for Dita, even to death he would not want to meet the family.

Separately, Iskandar was heading to the place Teuku gave him. The car stopped at a simple house next to the rice field. The journey was long enough for Iskandar that he had to stop several times to ask the address of passing residents. It was late in the afternoon and the house looked quiet. There was no sign of life until one resident stopped for seeing Iskandar.

“I'm looking for Aisyah, Sir. But it looks like this house is empty.” Answer Iskandar.

“Ouh, Neng Aisyah's. At this hour they all gathered at the mosque. After prayers I just came back here. Coincidentally I also want to go to the mosque, would you like to come along?” Iskandar nodded then they walked to the mosque with a distance of only 250 meters.

Along the way they engaged in a small chat, “So this is ready Neng Aisyah?” ask the Father.

“My name is Iskandar, Sir. I am her future husband.”

“Oh her future husband. It is only fitting that Neng Aisyah refused the proposal from Mr. RT was her future husband handsome like this. Lose away from his son Mr. RT.”

“Aisyah proposed to Pak RT's child? When, Sir?”

“Yesterday, they have known for a long time but Neng Aisyah has not been here for a long time. Well, when Mr. RT knew Neng Aisyah came here again, he immediately moved quickly but unfortunately was rejected on the grounds that Neng Aisyah was engaged to another man. Turns out that guy, Nak Iskandar.” Iskandar's heart flowered to hear the father's words.

“Nah, this is the mosque!” Iskandar watched from the outside closely. He smiled a little when he saw his future wife was teaching children to pray.

“You can't run anymore after this, Ai!”

Iskandar entered without seeing Aisha. He walked around looking at the mosque. There are several parts that need to be renovated including toilets and ablution places. Iskandar came back to the father who was sweeping the floor. Between the female and male shaf is limited by a long cloth.

“Pak, what year was this mosque built?” the father smiled.

“This mosque has been a long time, son. Please be advised if it is poorly maintained. Although treated still looks unkempt because some parts of the mosque do need to be renovated so that it looks new and neat. But yes there you have it, the state of ecoomi citizens do not support for it.”

“What is no help from the government?”

“Do not know, Son. It was all the business of the Village Chief Mother, we never knew about any help or anything like that. But Ibu Kades once said during a meeting that he had submitted a proposal for the construction of a mosque but there was no response from the center.”

“Nak Iskandar college or work?”

“I teach at Surabaya Islamic campus, Pak.”

“Wah, definitely smart njai ya!”

“Alhamdulillah,”

“Nak Iskandar so Imam salat magrib ya!” Iskandar was not surprised by the request because he often did so but ethically he did not want to precede the village elders.

“Sorry, Sir. I can't if there is already a village priest here.”

“I am the priest, Nak.”

Magrib was different for the faithful in the mosque. The voice of the imam reading the verses of the Qur'an is felt once to touch the heart of every worshipper is no exception Aisha. He was no stranger to the voice of the priest. The melodious chant of Iskandar's voice made residents who did not go to the mosque also wonder. Through loudspeakers, the Quranic verses that Iskandar read reached the ears of the residents whose homes were not far from the mosque.

“Buk, it seems like it is not the voice of our Imam sir huh?” ask Buk Kades' husband.

“Yes, his voice is louder and clearer. Who is it?”

“Alah, it is possible that there are young men passing by constantly asked to be priests. You know yourself the behavior of Mr. Imam of our mosque.” Said Bu Kades in flames with his negligee.

“Yes too yes, but I'm curious. After this, I want to go to the mosque.”

“Father is not ashamed? Don't be ashamed of your behavior. To the mosque for this prayer even to see the imam. Just-there's.”

Usually after the greeting, the pilgrims who were not that much immediately disperse. This time was different, Iskandar directly connected it with remembrance, prayer and ended with a loincloth. The worshippers were embarrassed when shaking hands with Iskandar including Mr. Imam after finishing the dress. They never recite prayers because the science of Imam was only slightly different from Iskandar who from childhood had been forged in pesantren.

In the female shaf, Aisyah thought back to the voice of the priest who she thought was no stranger, “Has she come here? No way! I can't be his sister. Imagine not being able to let alone having to live. If it's true that he's coming to take me home, I'd better go further until he can't find me. I don't want to live at home with him. Sister taste girlfriend. Iii...” Mumbled Aisyah while folding her face. He will return to teach children before entering the Isya time.

A boy approached Iskandar, “How to read Qur’an like Om? Please teach me!” Iskandar looked down to align himself with the boy.

“Whose name are you?”

“Abdul!”

“Which parent?” the boy shook his head, “Ummi Aisyah said my parents were happy in heaven.”

“Abdul is one of the orphans' children, Nak.” Said Mr. Imam. Iskandar nodded in understanding, “Ummi Aisyah did not teach reading Qur’an like that?”

Abdul shook his head, “Ummi Aisyah only taught iqra’ not to teach reading Qur’an as before.”

A ignorant idea appeared in the mind of Iskandar, “Ouh, then say the same Ummi Aisyah to learn the same salary Om used to let Ummi Aisyah smart like Om.”

The boy immediately ran towards the female shaf, “Ummi Aisyah,” Aisyah saw Abdul immediately smiling sweetly.

“Ummi learn again the same salary Om imam so that we can teach reading Al-qur’an like Om Imam.” Aisyah's smile instantly disappeared.

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