For the Sake of Heart
The Bisma

"Hey your son started first," whispered Bhishma.

"He was the one who was in the way. Me and my own fall, I didn't push him. Abyan fell down on Huzel" replied Ali.

"Oh. Already heard. Huzel you are a liar. And you Bhishma now just feel the child hurt, how can not stand you. You used to tell Huzel and Rafi to be evil with my son. And now how does it feel to have your son hurt?" answer Aini.

"Hey here you are. I hit you," Bhishma snapped at Aini's son.

"Do you say try to be brave. You will also I beat up," snapped Aini. "Like the same children their own children are wrong, children people are also blamed."

"You don't play with him. He's our enemy. You play with the huzel only," said Bisma to her son.

"Mama ji . Huzel doesn't want to play with me. That's why I played near Ali" Abyan replied.

Aini heard Abyan's words clearly. ''What???? It turns out he was the one who approached. But you even wronged my son. You used to love Tahira's children. Now the children of Tahira play also do not want to be with your children. You should be ashamed. My son is also your nephew. But you love Jafar's son too much because he's your brother. And you hate the children of Furqan because Furqan is not the son of your mother. Then now. Those you love do not love your child. Allah is fair you should be aware" replied Aini at length.

"You envy that's why you talk to me that way" Bhishma replied again.

"What?? Hahahaha envious you said? Don't you see I have everything. My husband, my son, two men. Trus is it not wrong of you to say I envy you? And remember you are insolent and brave with me because you have your mother. Try if you're a stranger, you can't be what you are now. Oh yes this is your daughter. They will also find their own men. Where to be matched like you. And remember you don't like Furqan but keep coming here. Is there a brain?" ask Aini.

"All love my son that's why you talk so. Because no one loves your child?" answer Bisma.

"Hey listen. I prefer you to hate my son. My son will know for himself. No need to explain to them who you are. And then when your mother dies, then you feel. Now your mother's still alive just do as you please. Then die and no one will defend you" replied Aini getting hotter.

"You talk like that because you don't care. So it's only natural that he doesn't care either," Bhishma replied.

"Why do I bother to care about your mother. Indeed he he had always cared about Furqan. He had always troubled Furqan since Furqan got married. Your envious mother couldn't bear to look at me. Now you say I am jealous. Hahaha you made me laugh amusedly today," replied Aini still laughing.

Bisma crying. "Indeed she's my mother why are you. Your husband was my mother who took care of me. Now your husband doesn't care about my mother either," replied Bhishma feeling cornered. And sad she was crying. Because I didn't think Aini would talk like that.

"It was your own mother's fault. Who like to live people. The proof is that you with your brother do not want to be arranged by your mother. If your mother doesn't calm down now, it's her own fault. What the Furqan lack of return for so far. Furqan is not considered a child but a maid. If indeed a maid from small, of course, her salary is abundant can make a home. It's ten years of work in malaysia, he's just sending money to your family. And that's the day you said he never sent money. You found out your mother's rotten heart. If not sincere with Furqan all this time," replied Aini bertubi tubi.

"Popo she's outrageous once my mother talks. What less my mother equals Furqan. Even if the mother is not good now with Furqan it is natural. Because he was my mother who raised this his wife always cornered me," Bhishma replied to Yasmin's adoptive parents.

"You have been quiet. Just leave him alone. Right him in his house. This here is not your home. So you just shut up and go home" said Yasmin's adoptive parents.

"I won't be silent. I wait for her husband to come home. I'll talk to her husband" replied Bisma.

"What do you want? Don't look for gara? You will be ashamed of yourself. You better go home to your mother's.

"No. I am not satisfied if I have not spoken. Now that's her husband" replied Bisma happily.

Furan went inside. Welcomed by Ali. Suddenly, Bisma began to speak up.

"You taught your wife how to live here. If you don't, please take him anywhere. He talked a lot about my mother. Your son is starting to be evil with my son. But he blames me constantly" said Bisma.

"What did you say. Is there still any shame to you. I forbid my son to play with your son. That's when you heard your own son say he got close to my son's bike. And your own niece Huzel won't play with your son. That's why your son envies seeing my son play with his brother, you should be ashamed to talk about this with Furqan. Where were you going with Furqan. Now every day comes to Furqan's house. Married to Furqan did not want to but always came here. This next to the popo house if he dies, will also be Furqan's right. That's what makes your mother so much more resistant. Try if you are married to Furqan of course all so yours," replied Aini at length.

"You foreigners don't shave. Thank goodness you got it all" replied Bhishma.

"I am really shaving. That's why I never disturb people's homes. Have I ever come to your house? You're the one who comes here often. The wall?" answered Aini.

"Why don't you ban your wife. You forgot all my mother's kindness as you do" Bhishma replied to Furqan. Because he saw Furqan shut up. Didn't stop Aini.

"You're the one who's making trouble yourself right now you're the one who's blaming me, too" Furqan replied resentfully.

"You're like a nut forget skin. If not my mother who took care of you first of course you are no different from your adek," replied Bisma.

"You started with Aini why now I blame you. He is now in his home. And whose house are you?" reply Furqan.

"Bisma. You just go home" said Yasmin's adoptive parents.

"Basar man does not know thank you," upset bisma has not run out. While nagging away.

"Let's see that girl. Is there still shame on him? What was lacking me all this time. If he knows, he should have realized. Why keep looking because," Furqan replied.

"Let him alone. Now he feels. Have own children. Others will defend their children. Between Akram, Ali and Rafi as well as Huzel, Bisma always defended Jafar's son. I know that too. But now he feels that the affection for Anak Jafar is useless" replied Yasmin's adoptive mother.

"Yes, that's his business. I don't care. It's better my son and their son aren't friends. I prefer Aini to take care. Even if the child is not free to go out. Our son is not lacking anything. And we don't need anyone else to take care of our child" Furqan replied

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"Bhai," Ali called Akram.

"Let's play again. I am tired of watching. Come on," pinta Ali equals Akram.

"Come," answered Akram.

As usual, the two brothers were playing sword. It was as if warriors were fighting. Then run there to here. Sometimes they run outside the house. No child plays the sword. Besides Akram and Ali. Neighboring children sometimes want to participate but Akram just wants to play with Ali.

The familiarity of the two brothers made people envious of him. What else if the one who has one man's son only. Or have more than one son but they are not as familiar as Aini's children.

"Mama ji see Ali happy to play with brother," said Abyan Bisma.

"What is play! The wood will be hit. That's stupid name . Just play the game. It's mama's phone," denied Bhishma. Though in the Heart of Bhishma also envied. But the cover is the same as Abyan. He still advises that what Aini's children are doing is stupid.

"Haha."Abyan laughed out loud. Because he feels funny to see Akram playing with Ali. Sometimes it's funny, so Akram ngerjai Ali , Abyan can't bear to laugh.

"Hey why look at them, but here," said Bisma while pulling her son's head. "Don't look at them" I don't like. Abyan pouted. And down.

"Hiaaattt. Haha." They were laughing out loud. They are endlessly joking.

"Akram Ali let's eat first" said Aini.

"Any commander" the boy replied with their mother. The one who was greeted again with a broken laugh.

Abyan still steals eyes to the brother. Even if she is afraid that her mother will be angry. Abyan is eager to play with Aini's children. But Aini and Bhishma's relationship makes children also carried away. While Aini even shaved. Not why everyone hates their children, meaning Aini's children are better to play with relatives. Laughing, playing together, or fighting. And fix it again. That's their job.

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"Akram Ali let's wake up, it's dawn," said Aini while shaking the bodies of Akram and Ali alternately. Mm-hhh. They're just squirming. Lazy wake up." Wake not. If you don't want mama will flush you guys," snapped Aini again. As soon as they wake up. Because if not, their mother will really water them.

"Yes Ami. Wake up" answered Akram.

"Quick to the bathroom. Go pee first. papa you guys have been up from earlier," said Aini again.

"Akram quickly take wuduk. Later late to pray together," Furqan orders his son.

"Okay, papa" answered Akram.

"Where are? Why not look?" ask Furqan.

"I'm ready to take wuduk. Wait for bhai again" replied Ali.

"Maa sha Allah Ali is ready first, let's go" Furqan said.

"Papa wait," pinta Akram.

"Why are you slow? Just stay behind" Furqan said.

Their father and son are used to morning prayers. After praying usually Furqan will walk, exercise in the morning. While children will be taught by their mothers.

"Ami ji's uniform has been ironed yet" asked Akram.

"Not yet ami work, now you guys pay first.get there!" aini's orders to her son.

They obey if they are lazy sometimes. But this morning they were so sweet. Just come along without refuting.

"Read and hapal surah yesterday. Your surah has not been seen for a long time. Today I will see" said Aini.

"Ami today I want to buy a new pencil eraser as well. My possession is over. Very short and small. It's hard to write" Ali reported to Aini.

"Yes told me your papa. Ami does not hold money," replied Aini.

Finished teaching naji children. Aini rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As usual Pakistani bread. Aini is very skilled at making bread dough. The beginning came very hard. How to make it.

"What bread is this?" furqan Cela. The early start time comes first. Make bread can not. sometimes scorched sometimes thick.

"Thank God I did. Just eat. I have ever made bread from childhood. Just came here I learned. I don't eat bread anyway. So you don't talk much" replied Aini. How not to be upset. Make bread always in mockery with her husband. So upset even Aini said this, "My mother never taught me bread. Whether you like it or not, you just eat. Don't talk too much. If not for yourself. I just eat rice. Why bother to bother for bread," answered Aini to spill her frustration because every make of bread husband always complains.

Hehehe Furqan scratched head made Aini."You learn how to make bread. How good it is to be good at eating," Defa Furqan.

"No need to be lazy. Want to eat my homemade bread please if not also okay," replied Aini cuek. After being upset also tired of making bread for the husband even in say kacca. Kacca in Urdu means not yet cooked.

"The bread's been burnt cooking in say kacca. Stomach pain later. All this time I made my kacca bread to eat, I was fine. You really like to complain," replied Aini.