Don't (Blame) Love
SESION 2 PART 35

Assalamualikum!"

All eyes were on a young girl in front of the door who was wearing a white trouser suit, navy tunic suit and light gray phasmina.

"Waalaikumssalam," replied the entire room simultaneously.

"Zahara, are you home, son?" greet Umi Fatiya to the girl.

"Already, Umi." The girl kissed his umi hand, the woman on his side, then Clara, and cupped both hands in front of his chest while looking towards Vano and Al.

"This is my youngest daughter, her sister she continued her studies in Chairo, had the final smester," said Umi Fatiya introduced Zahara.

The girl went inside, however, she peeked for a while behind the door, looking at Al who she thought was very handsome.

Zahara after adulthood often comes to orphanages to help teach religious lessons and teaching, while as a child was very rare, even almost never. Al doesn't know. If you knew, you would have forgotten too.

"Al, Umi asked you, honest man, do you want to see your real mother?"

Al turned towards Clara and then Vano. Getting an answer through eye contact, Al also nodded.

"Tell me again, do you hate him?"

"Absolutely not," replied Al firmly.

"Well, that woman a month ago came back here, desperately waiting for you in her prayer, and her effort was to stay here and help care for the children of the home, you know who he is, Al?" Umi Fatiya smiled showing her dignity and tenderness of her heart.

While Al shakes his head.

"She is the woman next to Umi. In front of you, Al."

All eyes turned towards the white-hijabed woman who was smiling in her harrowing cry. He called out Al's name without daring to touch her.

"Al Fatih!"

Al still looks syock. It turned out that this woman who gave birth to him protected him by putting him in an orphanage.

Al looked back at Clara. He saw the adoptive mother who smiled while gesturing for ria to hug her biological mother.

Al sat up and kissed repeatedly on Jeslyn's palms.

All eyes that saw him were moved. But, Clara suddenly went running outside.

Away from the crowd under the swing he crouched his legs folded his knees down his head drowning his face hiding his cries.

She continued to sob, because of the fear of losing her twenty-first son, and also jealous because in fact she was just a foster mother, and obviously he couldn't forbid Al from going with his birth mother if he wanted her.

Clara immediately scratched her face and swept away the tears that were soaking her cheeks when she noticed that a hand was touching her back.

The man sat down next to Clara and hugged her, giving her strength.

"thank you very much for looking after my son well. and love her wholeheartedly" whispered the woman.

Clara just bumkam and still sobbing.

"I'm her birth mother, but, I guess we both have no power over Al. He's our son. Let him decide. But, if he chooses you, may I visit him if I play Indo?"

Again Clara sobbed and worse, even Jeslyn had a heart more spacious than him. If Clara was in the position of Jeslyn, it would certainly fight for Al desperately, but, Jeslyn was more appreciative of her feelings, willing to put aside her desire to stay with Al. For Jeslyn to admit it and not hate it is enough.

"Don't cry, let's go inside!" bring Jeslyn.

Al and Vano can already guess that Clara will definitely cry with this problem, she will be sad and afraid that Al will come abroad with her biological mother.

"Al, you've found your biological parents, we can't ban it if you really want to be with them" Clara said.

Seeing Clara hit like that Al could not bear. But, trying to eliminate his awkwardness was also not wrong, right?

"Well, Ma? Al can come with Petgi with Momy?" al Sok was serious.

Clara smiled. But his tears flowed more.

"Thank you, Ma has been caring for and raising me with affection all this time. You're the best of the good. May Mama and Papa be happy, Al will be staying with you, Ma." Al hugged Clara.

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"Al, you might hate me, son, and be ashamed to admit I'm your mother because I'm a dirty woman, but, that's the truth, son. Go home, I don't ask for anything from this family, you don't have to bring anything they give me, I just want you not to be a treasure." Rika sobbed in front of Al, begging for mercy.

"Mom, sorry. You misrecognize people. I was a child living in an orphanage, and I was found by the head of the orphanage in front of the gate. You're wrong, Mom." As much as possible Al tried to give understanding.

While Quen, Vano and Clara can already accept because they already know the truth.

"Tante, is Al's biological father a bule?" ask Quen.

"A lot of native Indonesians but like a crossbreed, Nak Quen. For example, Luna Maya," said Rika insisted.

Quen scratched his head which was not itchy. Yeah, maybe it could be.

Quen left that place, which he thought was like a stage play. He's getting bored. Then, decided to call the orphanage asking Umi Fatitya and Aunt Jeslyn to come.

If only silent, they will not come here, because mother is not an Indian film that arrives2 police/extinguisher cars and ambulances come in every case without being called.

"Assynonyam!"

"Mualliksalam."

"Mom, look at that young green-hijab woman! Don't you think I'm mirib with her?" Lirih Al, so that only Rika hears it.

"Then, is it your max she's your biological mother and Mr Vano your biological father? You were also mirib from the beginning, if I didn't see that birthmark, I wouldn't recognize it either" cried Rika.

"Excuse me, we've investigated the case to the police, if indeed Al your son, Coba, in the left or right neck of the birthmark is located?" asked Jeslyn who had heard.

"I Forgot, but, before that, I want there to be a big blue mark that will continue to grow as it grows in the left shoulder blade" replied Rika sure.

Hearing that, Al immediately took off his shirt and singlet in front of everyone and asked everyone to look at him, "Is there?" Ask.

And apparently not.

Rika naturally blushed between shame and disbelief, but, it's true said Quen that Al is like Blasteran, while Bram just like it, pure Indonesia.

"Mother Rica, do you really miss your son?"

"Yes, Mom. I'm sorry to have abandoned him" Rika said sobbing.

"Do you accept him as he is if he is not as beautiful and perfect as Al?"

"Even if he's disabled, it's still my first child, ma'am. I will accept it with Open hands" Rika replied steadily.

"Zahara, bring them here, son," said Umi Fatiya a little tight.

Soon, Zahara entered with a young couple holding their baby inside.

All eyes looked towards the man who was behind Zahara.

"Look, Mom! That dashing man, is Akbar, your biological son, with his wife and son."

The tall-looking yellow-skinned man immediately shook hands with Rika.

Fortunately Rika had put her baby in the house of the sholeh, ustadz in that place, so, the family who had been married for a long time and had not been blessed with children for eleven years was adopted officially, by chance, passing through the orphanage that Umi Fatiya managed, so, it was very easy for Umi to track him down once she heard Al's explanation from the beginning.

"Akbar, is this your wife, son? And this is Mom's granddaughter? I'm sorry I'm wrong, I'm forced to kid."

"I'm sorry, Mom. God willing I have forgiven from a long time and also understand the position of mother, Umi and Abah are gone, so, Akbar only has a mother."

Lyli walked up to her older sister, she could not say a word, either too syock, or ashamed of what she had done to Quen.

But, Quen was very airy to forgive Lyli, he also apologized to Lyli for having beaten him all out.

Al suddenly grimaced as his stomach pinched Quen who had somehow since the time he stood next to him.

"Hay, you're showing off a sexy belly, huh? Hijabers, tuh!" Tempta Quen who turns out to be aware that Zahara repeatedly steals a look at Al.

Everyone laughs while Al throws his singlets in Quen's face and puts on his performance.

Rika and Lyli again apologize to the Clara family for their misunderstanding, and they live quietly with their families. And Lyli still works at the house and is friendly with Quen.

"Sister, Miss's biological child your age already has a child, you're still single?" Temptation Quen.

"Yes, haven't met a mate yet, Quen, isn't there a friend who's as beautiful and kind as your mom?" al said with a laugh.

"Why do you always say that a good woman is my mother, not me?" Quen protesting while a manyun.

Hearing Quen's question, Al realized that he almost slipped, indeed he never put his heart on any woman at this time. Lucky Al is smart, so, he easily finds a logical reason.

"Ok, well, I thought you were a real family before, and every boy must idolize you like his mother, as well as a daughter he felt that his father was the best and most perfect man in the world, if you want to get married, you will marry a man like his father, yes, or no?"

Quen silently thought for a moment in his heart that allowed what Al said.

"knock!"

Al pecked at Quen's pawn slowly with his finger, "Just look, anyway?"

"Yes, you're right, I'm going to find a good and loyal man like Papa" Quen said. Because he realized during this time his parents seemed to remain harmonious and only ramantis, different from the parents of his friends, if not separated, yes survive in pain among the third woman.

"Al Fatih, even Momy saw that the two kaliam were very good from yesterday, why not just get married?" said Jeslyn who suddenly nimbrung.

Al smiled while embracing his sister's shoulder, "Mom, she's a real sister to me, if I marry her, it won't be good."

"Yes, usually the same guy who was a husband, if my husband did not tell me who if he did not have a sister, Mom? Ex-girlfriend? Yes, the match" said Quen Sabil laughing.

"Hay, dear Quen, what do you call me?" jeslyn did not believe it.

"Momy, kenpas? You mind?"

Jeslyn shed tears, "No, Quen. It's just a happy aunt, as if after losing a son, she came back and gave a daughter to me, don't you hate me for abandoning your brother?"

"You don't have anything wrong with me, so why do I hate you? You allowed Brother Al to remain my brother, and papa's son my mother. So, just like brother Al, you're also my Momy."

Jeslyn placed her tea on the terrace and hugged Quen. He liked the girl, friendly, kind and forgiving, despite having a bad side too temperamental and not so able to control emotions. But, Quen's point is good, don't women often become evil because they're tired and make crime a form of venting their upset and joy?"