LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
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Adka walked in front of her sister with a sour face, she was upset that her sister had been bothering her to meet the beautiful Retno.

"Who's looking for me?" Ask with a look that is still upset.

"No farts..." Aqsa is indeed 10 years old now but she is very slow to bus talk, at birth she did have an abnormality. But even though the condition of his sister like that Adka loved Aqsa very much because by looking at Aqsa he was like looking at his mother's face.

Well, aqsa is indeed more similar to her mother, her skin is also white like her deceased mother. As ugly as people tell about how his mother in the past, Adka still loves his mother. At least, her mother had raised her alone until she met her stepfather Faraz, lovingly, despite what her mother had done that people said had taken people's husbands in the past.

"Where is he now?"

"In hepan the mosque." Aqsa answered, then swiftly walked ahead of Adka, directing Adka not to turn towards the front of the house but to continue towards the road towards the mosque.

Adka no longer asked, he was curious about the person who said he really wanted to meet him, even though the day was approaching soere soon will magrib.

Before long they arrived at the mosque grounds and sure enough there was someone who parked his car, a luxury car Mercedez brand red.

Adka frowned when she saw who the man standing in front of the car was, The middle-aged man at the age of almost passing the head of four was possible, but his body was sturdy and dashing. Adka's memory immediately floated during the wedding reception of her sister Aisyah, the man who accidentally hit her during the event and called her by the name of "Fathan".

The name is said to sayup in the memory of Adka who was then three or four years old. A name called by a man he called his father, but more often yelled and hit his mother, for some reason.

That memory is most attached to his head, the rest he forgot because his mother then took him away and after that he never again heard the call "Fathan" in the address to him.

The full name of Adka on the deed is Adka Alfathan Dhimar. The call is Adka, people never call his small name with Fathan, because it was according to his mother was given by his grandmother, the mother of his biological father.

"Fathan."The man looked at Adka, his smile growing. And Adka felt her chest shake violently, this face was so close in memory but too faint.

"Aqsa, gohome. Go take a shower and change clothes, come back to the mosque bring my peci and sarangku, soon will magrib. Tell dad, let me make Adhan." Adka said to her sister. His hand looked at the watch on his wrist, forty-five minutes away from the time of the Magrib.

Aqsa immediately ran home to hear instructions from her brother, her smile sumringah because it was brought magrib prayer in the mosque.

"Fathan, I finally found you." The man smiled at her while approaching as if he was about to give her a hug. Adka took a few steps back, making this man speechless. A very clear rejection from Adka.

"I don't know you." He said with a watchful look.

"Fathan, I've been looking for you everywhere." Follow the man excitedly.

"I finally found your home address here, thankfully I met you at a colleague's wedding, Mr. Bram. I really didn't expect it to turn out that you had a relationship with Mr. Bram's wife."

"Who are you looking for?" Adka interrupted, her eyes glaring now at this man.

"Finding you and your mama."

"Me and mom? you who?"

"I am January Herlambang Dzimar, a name that must have appeared in your act as one of your parents." That answer sounded certain, his smile blooming wide.

Adka was completely flabbergasted, she took another step back, then the shadows of the past in her childhood seemed to line up worthy of the shadows in her memory. His mother was crying, his grandmother was yelling at his mother and a father was always beating his mother if her mother answered every sentence she said.

He was shocked and struck at the same time, a father he never missed turned out to appear suddenly like a ghost before him.

"Papa?" Adka's mouth was amazed, she stared in disbelief at the perlente men in the expensive clothes.

"Yes, I'm your papa?" The man who was indeed a bit similar to him from his facial line was smiling widely as if he had just managed to open the memories of that simple handsome young man in front of him.

"Papa? I don't have a papa, I just have a dad." Adka answered tightly, for some reason her anger suddenly rose to hear the man who had met her twice admit without hesitation that he was her father.

"Fathan, I've been going around looking for you and your mama, and I only found out a few months ago if your mama had..."

"I don't need to tell you your bullshit, my dad's home right now and you don't make it up." Adka's jaw was cracking, the young man who had looked confused, his face reddened. His memories were leaping and so disturbing.

"I'm not making this up. I'm your real father! I'm your father, Fathan."

"If you're my father, why are you looking for me and my mom? Wherever anyway? Are you waiting for your dead mama to come?" The sentence was sprayed with fury from Adka's mouth.

"I'm sorry, son. I've been looking for you all this time but mom disappeared like she swallowed the earth. It's only been the last few months that I've finally found information that your mama..."

"Omong empty!" Sergey Adka, now he believes with all his heart, this man is indeed the same person who once held him affectionately but also in front of him sometimes yell and beat his mother.

"Fathan, listen to me. I'm really sorry about what happened in the past..."

"I'm not Fathan!" sergeant Adka with a red face. His voice sounded rude even made someone who had just walked into the mosque grounds shocked to hear it.

"My name is Adka, not Fathan. Stop calling me Fathan-Fathan!" She covered her ears and backed off again. Just at the same time, he crashed into someone with his back. He looked over with a wave.

Faraz was standing behind him with a peci and a sarong as if he was being sucked into the mosque for magrib prayers.

"Dad..." Adka held Faraz's arm, while Aqsa, who was next to her father, gawked while holding a fold of cloth and a white peci belonging to Adka.

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