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CHAPTER 11. AISHA

After twenty-five minutes of Bram waiting in the car, Aisyah appeared with a slightly flushed face, her clothes slightly wet on her arm.

"Sorry, make you wait." Aisyah got into the car, her face looked a little tense.

"It's okay." Bram smiled, he was quite enjoying his solitude in the car, even he had a moment to fall asleep by holding his head in his chair.

"I have to bathe mom for a while, today she doesn't want to be taken care of by the nurse." Without asking Aisha to explain. Bram was just a mangosteen, he did not feel good to see Aisyah looking so uncomfortable to him.

"Mom was like that ten years ago." Aisyah said along with the car that left the mental rehabilitation center.

"He's been sick since I was eleven." Aisyah lowered her face looking heavy, as if the burden was hanging for so long.

"Ten years ago, he almost self-contained from deep depression, since he lived by my father married again."

Aisyah's voice sounded in a small volume but could make Bram amazed. His mind immediately floated on Mr. Sharif.

How could such a kind and wise man make such a big mistake? Making his wife depressed so much, to the point of experiencing mental disorders?

Bram was speechless, hearing the man who was secretly in his admiration, even almost the same as himself in the experience of hurting women.

So hypocritical is man, that his lips are full of science, his attitude is full of adaptations but his life is even darker than other humans?

Bram felt a chill down to his marrow, he did not blink staring at the highway that this morning began to bustle.

"My father was infatuated with a woman in his place, he married her secretly, while my mother was pregnant with my sister." Aisyah said bitterly, while tidying up her clothes.

Apparently, he had so long harbored the story of his time, and Bram was silent without being seen to the kepo with his life that he had waited so long in the courtyard of the parlour, I don't know why Aisyah couldn't help talking about herself.

Something he had never done so far, which was to tell his mass story to others who were even so foreign to him.

Merely, because he had become accustomed to seeing such a sincere man come every morning to help abah, listening to the abah's jestations and also the only person that Aisyah saw so heavy a burden on her life. Looking at Bram's eyes he was as if he was diving at the bottom of his own heart.

He feels as if he is at peace with the past, trying to accept one bitter reality, swallowing his regrets with pain and trying to struggle to rise from adversity.

Such a feeling is so painful, not everyone understands how it hurts, except for the person who has actually experienced such a bitter experience in his life.

"A...id you ever marry again?" Finally Bram couldn't help but ask, he almost said it hard. It hurts so much to feel someone's perfection in our eyes becoming cracked, while we wish he was the blameless lamp we believe in now.

Was it because of all the disgrace in his past, that you were so tolerant of every mistake he made?

"It's never been married since my aunt died." Answer Aisha.

Bram turned his head briefly to Aisyah a little confused for the sake of hearing the girl's answer, their eyes rubbed with a glance, which immediately made the beautiful Aisyah bow.

"It's been taking care of me, since I was nine, when my mother was declared mentally impaired by throwing my newborn sister for two weeks out of her bedroom window." Aisyah's voice sounded trembling, those bad memories in her childhood suddenly made her tremble by herself.

Bram was almost choked by the shock of Aisyah's statement, he looked at Aisyah, now completely stunned, almost stepping on the brake pedal in shock.

"Aba was the only sister of my mother, she took me as her child, took care of me and raised me with Rahimah, her own biological child. My aunt died a long time ago, when I was a toddler, I don't even remember what my aunt's face was. All I know is, you're five years old taking care of my aunt who was paralyzed until she died. Abah is the toughest person I've ever known." Aiayah's voice slowly calmed down, although her eyes were glazed over, she seemed to immediately control herself to look calm again.

"Isn't that your real father?" Bram asked, trying to synchronize all of Aisyah's explanations.

"No, he's an uncle who surpasses a father to me." Aisyah replied while shaking her head, she seemed to be trying to resist the fog that clumps on the surface of her eyes so as not to melt and become tears.

"Change my reasons for living my life now, accepting the harsh realities of my life and managing every one of my past lives. Abah made me believe that God gave me the test of life so great because God believed I could bear it. Abah who reinvigorated the feeling of forgiveness, although it was hard to accept my family's extraordinary life messed up into a life experience. I don't even know what my life is like, if it wasn't Abah who saved me from all that trauma." Finally, Aisyah could not help but shed tears.

A sense of relief roared the bottom of Bram's heart, despite feeling pain when he heard how Aisyah's past was so heavy even since her childhood.

Bram was relieved, because Mr. Sharif was really an unblemished role model. He regretted having met his own thoughts about the old man a moment ago.

"What asked me to take care of my mother, no matter what happened to her, because no matter how she was, she was still the mother who gave birth to me and loved me, even though...even though mom almost harmed me after killing my baby sister." Aisyah's lips moved trembling and slightly pale, her voice raucous. The memories were passing by, and that same fear was still being felt, as if it had just happened yesterday.

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