Don't Call My Name
He Must Be Responsible

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A glass of drinking water had just been placed on the table, followed by the sound of the legs of the chair being pulled back. A woman in her nearly sixty-year age range sits there.

“Drink first, son,” he said to a young woman who has not been able to stop crying since her lover left. “How many weeks is your pregnancy?”

“Five weeks, if according to HPHT, Mom,” answer.

Tia Rumana sighed. The old woman was silent for a while to gain self-control. He was tired of all the trouble that came. Not finished yesterday's problem, now comes another much bigger problem. It was even as embarrassing as it had just been thrown dirt, right on his face. Patience. That's all he can do now.

“Have you checked with a doctor?” ask Tia again.

“Not yet. I just checked it with testpack.” Cici took the thing out of her bag to show.

Tia picked it up, and again she sighed after seeing all the tools striped in bright red.

“Fasad should stay home, Mom. He must be responsible.” Cici's tears that had initially shrunk somewhat now hardened again.

“Actually I am confused .. let alone be asked for responsibility, just say Ijab kabul only, Fasad can not do it. At the moment the situation is difficult,” replied Tia sounds heavy, “supposedly, as a woman you must be good at taking care of yourself..”.

Cici was getting embarrassed. The advice stabbed him. Surely everyone would consider her a slack woman. Cheapo.

“Because if it is like this, not only you are harmed, but your son too,” continued Tia, “ biologically, Facade is indeed his father, but nasab, he will follow you. Mother's son, not father's son.”

“Please don't blame either side, Mom. It's our fault both.” Cici did not want to be one hundred percent blamed, because Fasadlah who first started it all.

“Mother knows what kind of mother's child. The facade is classified as a child who is difficult to like women. I'm sure she won't come in if you close the door.”

Again Cici felt overwhelmed.

“Mother knows Facade is wrong. On behalf of my son, I apologize. You should know, son. Rice has become porridge, everything has already been done. It is not good to continue to contemplate mistakes because all you have to do is keep this trust.” Tia rubbed gently on Cici's stomach. “Please take care of my grandson. I'll be in charge of looking after him.”

The two looked at each other. Tia nodded asking Cici to approve her words. And agreed to take care of each other while waiting until Fasad returned.

Then the two embraced each other. There was nothing else they could do but be sincere. Accept every circumstance that has become the destiny line of this life.

...♧♧♧...

Kyai Mohd's. Noor is not a person who likes to watch television like people in general. He also does not have a current model phone, other than a simple device that is only used to call and send messages.

Never look at gossip on social media, just have an account. So do not blame if the old man is always left behind news from the outside. Because the time is more used to teach in the Ponpes.

Kyai Mohd's. Noor only knows that Ustaz Rayyan, aka her former daughter-in-law, is married to a famous artist.

Actually, this news is quite disturbing the recesses of his heart. As a father, he secretly thought of his son who had been left married so soon. Even in a matter of months.

Although it is legitimate for them to do anything like it - or even marry four women at once, it is not his business. But still he felt this jealousy hurt his son's heart.

Supposedly, Ray had less patience waiting for their heartache to fade a little. Only then was he free to do as he pleased. If he could have a broader mind.

Kyai Mohd. Noor knew nothing but her son who did have a slightly off-limits nature. Maybe that's why they got divorced.

Because loving is fighting. Because loving is not easy to forget.

“Now how is Hamidah, Umi?” ask Kyai Mohd. Noor to his wife.

“He is fine,” replied the wife. And it seems she did not know what she meant by her husband asking like this, so she again threw it, “Why?”

“Not Ustaz Ray married again?” the man made it clear.

“Let's just. Kan, he asked for divorce,” replied Umi did not take a headache.

“I hope he's okay.”

“Oh, should! Gotta be okay. He must accept all the consequences of the decision he made himself.”

“Ray is cured now,” Kyai Mohd said. Noor again, “if Hamidah can be patient a little more at that time, surely our son will not be a widow.” This man sighed. “Support has not had a child.”

If later Ray's wife who can now get pregnant, there must be a problem in our child, he continued.

While what is being discussed is actually being scratched by itself because it has dared to appear on the surface of the media. Hamidah limply read the scathing comments of the netizens when he saw the post that marked him.

It's new in nature all his life so it's enough to make him a little shaken. It turned out that he was not that strong in the face of people's ridicule. So-so.

“What is this? Appearing former koar-koar sign his life is now less happy hahaha!” write from an account called Habengx.

“Not moved on time,” reply others.

“If you want a fancy wedding yes, say anyway? Don't diem-diem bae. The turn of the divorce has just been nyesel. As far as I know the Z is indeed rich from birth, you are poor at times, so it is not celebrated hahaha,” wrote Ramoza.

“Nyesel yes, Ma'am? That's why my husband is well guarded. Maximum service and treatment at @klinikglowup.” This one is even a promo.

But on the other hand, there are also many who pro against him to pray for him to be given a better match than Ustaz Rayyan.

He also read some comments blaspheming Zara and Rayyan for being consumed by the news. Not infrequently spicy makian using a keyboard jebol was increasingly popping.

“SABAR YES, MBAKNYAH. THEY WILL SURELY GET THEIR REPLY. THE MOST DIVORCED. USUALLY THE ARTIST. DIVORCE MATING, DIVORCE MATING. MANY CHILDREN MANY FATHERS,” write an account from tukiyem and many more.

“Yes, this is Ustaz gatel tau aja more clear. Like same sexy visual2 huh?”

“Know, nih. Si Zara is also from nyomot. Fear of not doing it time. Age is a lot!”

“NGGAK CAN NOT TAKE A SHORT HOLIDAY YES, TAZ. IT'S ONLY BEEN A FEW MONTHS SINCE THE DIVORCE MARRIED AGAIN. BASIC USTAD C*BUL.”

“Ustaz kok a liar. Pretend amnesia again, it's both cheap!”

And there are still many more than tens of thousands of comments that are increasing every day. Hamidah also felt his account was directly in the crowd of thousands of followers until the account which was originally only hundreds of followers, now increased to ninety thousand followers.

“But somehow I regret doing it. I'm really confused about myself. This hurt me too much...” his inner self undermines jealousy.

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