For the Sake of Heart
Tahira's Vengeance.

Tahira patiently waited for the right time to reply. And back to pick up his son. As usual after work Tahira was used to being alone in his house without the presence of his children. But this time he was surprised because Jafar arrived to bring their children with him.

"Assalamualaikum," they said in unison. Open the door and keep going inside.

Tahira was surprised but seeing his son he smiled. "Waalaikumusalam," Tahira answered while hugging his son.

"How are you doing Tahira?" ask Jafar.

"good. How did you bring your children here? What's up?" ask Tahira.

"Have not seen you in a long time. So they are missing" replied Jafar again.

"I didn't take long. Children let it be here first" said Jafar. Because Jafar's own mother told to deliver the children.

"Are you serious? Your mother's your father's gonna be angry!" Tahira.

"Mother himself told me to take the children" replied Jafar.

"How weird can it be? What's the matter?" tanya Tahira was suspicious.

"If you don't want to, you've brought back children to their chest" replied Jafar.

While saying goodbye to his son. " Rafi, Huzel you don't play out. Just play inside the house" Jafar said to them.

"Mmm papa here is not cool. At the house dada dadi asik. Many of my friends are free to play outside. Then tell my chest of ashes to pick me up, "pinta Rafi.

"Alright" replied Jafar.

It turned out that it had been almost a week for the children at their mother's house. As expected, they were bored . And Tahira can't come home soon from work either.

"Our mama ji is bored here. Take me to the house of dada dadi. There I have many friends. And I'm free to play outside" Rafi told Tahira.

This is what Jafar wants. Because he knows children must be bored in their own mother's house because they are used to their chest house. In the housing where Tahira's mother they deserted children. If in the place of ash chest they are still many children playing outside.

"If you want to go back there, tell your ashes to come" their mother replied.

"Mama ji's. Nowow. I want to go there" replied the child in unison.

Tahira was confused as to what to do. It has been tried to persuade children with something fun. But it didn't work. Children's hearts are indeed closer to their chest. Because it was in love with small.

Rafi quietly tried to call Dada his ashes, ask to be picked up.

"Hallo, my ash chest wants to go home" said Rafi.

"Aren't you home now" answered their ashes again.

"Abrain chest. We're going home to the chest. Got bored here. There I am free. Chest, pick it up," Rafi's pinta.

"Dada can't. Tell your mama to deliver" answered their chest.

"Rafi. Who are you calling?" ask Tahira.

With doubt Rafi replied. "Abrain chest. I asked to be picked up. But he won't. He told me to go back," replied Rafi, looking down.

Tahira. His son if enough lives with him. But their hearts would rather live with their grandparents. "All right, mama will take you" replied Tahira.

"Certainly mama? Oh thank you mama" they replied in unison. Hugging their mother.

Although in Tahira's heart was sad, but for the sake of his children he was willing. Because from childhood they are used to being with grandparents.

"Let's change. We are ready to go to the chest house," Tahira said again.

While running his son immediately took a shower and changed clothes. Because they're going back to Grandpa's house. They are very excited because there they can play as much.

"Mama ji's. We're ready to go. Let's go" said the son of Tahira in unison.

"What a neat child my son. Let's go" Tahira replied.

They're going outside right away. After checking the condition of his house.

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Arriving at the destination. Rafi and Huzel ran into the house to find their chest and chest.

"Dada, our chest is coming" they shouted again.

"Assalamualaikum, how are abu ji, ami ji," Tahira said while greeting the parents.

"Waalaikumussalam, we're fine. You how? Enter first.Bisma please provide food," said the mother of Bhishma.

"How are you doing, Tahira?" bisma said that Tahira is just a stale base.

"good. How are you and the kid?" ask Tahira again.

"Alright thank God," replied Bhishma.

"You're pregnant again, aren't you? Your body is so fat!" ask Tahira.

"Yes it's been seven months" replied Bhishma.

"It will continue. Let's eat them first," prevent Bhishma's mother. While guiding his grandson to the dining table.

"How was it at home? Don't you miss us?" ask dadi Rafi.

"Mmhh, of course we miss. That's why we asked for a good mom" Rafi replied.

Smiling meaningfully, Rafi stroked her grandson's head. "Now you're back. Well it's fine here, a lot of your neighbor's kid friends won't get bored."

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There's a shrimp behind the rock. Naturally, the Jafar family arranged a plan so that Rafi and Huzel themselves were asked to be delivered.

Tahira did not not know, but he still behaved naturally. Like tonight's family conversation about the house to be repaired.

"Bajhi Tahira take a look. It's all home design. There will be a room later. Me, bhai Jafar and son. Ami and ash too. Which one do you think you like?" ask Bisma.

"As far as you. This is your parents' house. So I'll go along with your choice" Tahira replied casually.

"Eh.can't. You also have to choose. Because for you and your children there is also a room each," replied Bisma half forcefully.

"Well, here I see. Maybe this one's more interesting. Or this one. My choice between this and this. How do you think?" ask Tahira.

"Well, we wanted this one too. Which you choose. But we already think about the cost. And expensive. If you like this one, we like it too. But later the part of the room you choose, your love costs," replied Bhishma.

Tahira was surprised to hear Bhishma's words. "Oh why is that? Your only choice. Whether we want to make a room for us or not. We don't give a shit. After all, I already have my own home" Tahira replied as if lying.

Turns out this is what you want. Intentionally arrange for the child to force home. Then after coming home instead I had to help renovate the house. Ok I won't help you. Retired Jafar's father exists. Why ask me? I used to make my own home at my own expense. Tahira gumam .

"That's who you help. That's your room too. The children will sleep there" replied Tahira's in-laws.

"Children whatever. What's there to be with me. If for the cost for our room, we should not have to make it. I rarely live here either. This is jafar's parents' house. So I don't want to interfere" Tahira replied firmly. Because they have been investigated.

"Why is that?" ask Bisma.

"Well," replied Tahira.

"Not not want. I already have my own home. Why do I make a room here. If you want to take it for your child. You don't have a home yet. Your husband's still at the official house. You better make it there" Tahira replied again.

"Ok is up to you. If you don't want to," replied Bisma.

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The house began to wake up. Already 70%. But the cost is still less. Kontan alone Tahira's mother-in-law instigated her son. Ask for money with Tahira.

"Jafari. Try asking Tahira two lakhs. It's still a lot less.he also has rights here. He has to help" said Jafar's mother.

"Later I say," replied Jafar.

After coming home from work. Every day Tahira deliberately did not go to his old house and has continued for one month. Tahira only met his children at school. He still took the time to meet at his son's school.

"Where do you think you are?" Jafar called Tahira.

"I still have a job" Tahira replied.

"Let's go straight home to my mom. This is important" replied Jafar.

"What's wrong? I still have a lot of work. I will be home late. I was tired of going straight to my house. Want to rest," said Tahira avoid.

"I'll pick you up later. I wait at work" replied Jafar half forcefully.

Turns right. It's up to the time isya Tahira just finished his job. And Jafar was already waiting outside the gate.

"You?" ask Tahira wonder.

"Yes, let's go up quickly. It's night," said Jafar while turning on the motor.

Tahira must come. And the motor is speeding. The air is cold because winter is about to start.

"Assalamualaikum" said Jafar.

"Waalaikumussalam," replied the man in the house.

"Which child?" ask Jafar.

"Not yet home tuition," replied Jafar's mother.

"Let's eat first. It is ready for Bhishma" said Jafar's mother.

They had dinner and talked. Sometimes laugh and be serious. Then Jafar talked about money two lakhs with Tahira.

"Tahira. Can you help two lakhs?" ask Jafar.

"Make what?" ask Tahira.

"Money is less for the house" replied Jafar.

"I'm sorry there's no money. I just bought a new ac. The water motor will be repaired. So I have no money" Tahira replied.

"Sell this bracelet you're wearing. More than enough two lakhs" replied Jafar.

"Oh can't. It's my brother's gift. And I don't want to sell it. Later my brother will be angry with me" replied Tahira.

"Why are you always so much of a reason? This is a room for us too. For you and the child" Jafar snapped. Because Tahira didn't want to help.

"Then don't make it. I have my own home. I am rarely here either. Children are up to them. Don't bother to make a room for us. This is your parents' house. I don't want to interfere. Ok I want to say goodbye," replied Tahira preparing to get up and leave.

"OKs. If it can't be with the word then." Jafar pulled Tahira's hand and grabbed the bracelet in his hand.

"What the hell is this, let go of my hand," while dodging.

"By here," Jafar snapped like a madman.

"I won't share" Tahira replied. Plaques of one loud slap floated on Tahira's cheeks. Spontaneous Tahira fell backwards.

"For no. You are said to be good to not understand," replied Jafar.

"You.tega I won't share. And I better not have a room here. I'm coming home to my house this is your home" Tahira replied.

"Our mama ji is coming" said her son.

"Not to be darling. You're school in the morning. Your ashes are delivered. Mama's coming back tomorrow. Don't worry" Tahira replied.

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Tahira is satisfied he is happy, because he can make in-laws and husbands and brothers-in-law silenced. And even in the slap of Jafar because they do not want to minjamkan money. But he still came to visit his children after work. Sometimes children stay.

Feel you now. You guys always trouble me. Why now ask to help make a room. Better not to do it for me. I am not staying there.

Bisma gives birth to a baby girl. Then the busier Tahira's mother-in-law gets. A lot of money out. And Tahira was expected to be of no help. But the birth of daughter Bisma Tahira gave a gift.

"Congratulations to you Bhishma" Tahira said to Bhishma while visiting Bhishma.

"Thank you bajhi Tahira" replied Bisma.

"It's for your daughter" Tahira said as she thrust out a small box.

"What is this," asked Bisma.

"Open it up" Tahira replied.

A smiling Bhishma turns out inside a box of rings for her daughter. Bisma just shut up. Even if their relationship is bad. But he did not refuse Tahira's gift.

"When to go home" asked Tahira.

"Maybe today," replied Bisma.

Arriving at home. Bisma break. And who is in charge of taking care of his daughter's mother and also Yasmin's adoptive parents. Sometimes Bhishma also came to the house next to Aini's house. Abyan is getting sad. Alongside Rafi did not want to play with him. He hopes to play with Akram and Ali.

As it happened today all gathered next to Aini's house. "Ami ji I want to play outside. Ali played with his brother I also want to play," whined Abyan Bhishma's boy.

"Go!" bisma.

"Huzel bhai come. Let's go play the bike" Abyan said.

While Ali was busy pedaling a bike here and there. Abyan tried to stop and suddenly Abyan fell.

"Ami ji huhuhu" cried Abyan.

"Why cry? Who made you fall?" ask Bisma.

Then Huzel came. " Popo ji's. Ali was pushing earlier," said Huzel lying.

"Why play with him. He's our enemy. Why don't you understand" replied Bhishma.

Ali went in on a bicycle. "Hey here you are. Why are you pushing my son," Bhishma snapped.

"Tell me here, tell me Mama. How it happened," asked Aini.

"Mama she's the one who stopped me. I was riding a bike. Trus fell by himself" replied Ali in self-defense.