LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTERS 15. SPECIAL CHILD

Aisyah felt excruciating pain in her childhood, her father had abandoned her and her pregnant mother for the sake of other women. And Aisyah had to witness the state of her mother who from day to day increasingly moody and indifferent to the people around her.

Atifa just stayed in her room, stroked her stomach and said,

"Your father will be home soon, son. Don't come out before your father arrives."

Sometimes every morning he would cook a lot, providing on the table like he would welcome someone.

When it was day after noon, he would stand at the door, looking out at the road as if waiting for someone.

His uncle Sharif has now moved into their home to take care of Atifa. Rahimah and Aisha were three years old, so it was Rahimah who took care of Aisha's needs before they both left for school. Rahimah sat in the final grade Junior High school while Aisyah was still in the 6th grade of Elementary School.

Syarif at that time was still working in Pesantren while taking harvesting and delivering fish from the pond wak Agil to food stalls every dawn.

Sometimes, she leaves it to Rahimah to take care of Aisha and her mother until she returns home.

Sharif was devastated by the departure of Faras, a man he had personally chosen as a husband for his sister, his face so gloomy, sometimes he still blames himself for bringing Atifa to hell when marrying Faras to his only sister.

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When the time came for delivery, Aisyah with her body in check witnessed how her mother was crying thrashing when she was taken to the hospital.

"I don't want to, Brother Sharif.I have to stay at home, my husband is coming, this is his schedule off work. Kak Faras promised to come from Kalimantan to bring a doll to Aisyah. I have to wait for him and cook anchovy fried sambal. He also really likes my pasta sauce. Every time he comes, he always says he misses eating my cooking, I'll make him know the good mix..."

I don't know what was on Atifa's mind, only Faras was coming in.

"Atifa, we need to get you to the hospital. You're giving birth soon." Sharif hugged his sister, his face tense to see the water coming out creeping down little by little wetting Atifa's feet.

Strangely enough, Atifa did not even show if she had contractions or any pain before labor, even though her rupture was seeping.

Her mouth kept on calling her husband. The jolly Aisyah was just confused, there were many things she did not understand about the condition of her mother. He could only hug his mother when the woman who gave birth to him fell asleep, the rest of the time he no longer received warmth from the mother.

Before this incident, Atifa was a very kind and caring mother, she was very friendly, well mannered and pleasant. Everyone who knew him knew very well how Atifa socialized in his neighborhood. He is a very considerate person and lightly gives help to others.

But since her husband's departure, Atifa has really changed 180 degrees, Aisyah has completely lost her warm figure.

On that stressful day, using a pick-up owned by Agil's wife they took Aisyah's mother to the hospital, but her mother did not reach the hospital, she was taken to a nearby health center because the baby was about to come out.

Aisyah does not know how it happened, she lives at home with her cousin Rahimah and tomorrow afternoon her mother has come home with her Sharif uncle by bringing a handsome little baby boy.

"He's your brother, Isah..." His uncle Sharif's face sparkled brightly, never Aisyah saw a smile as wide as the smile of uncle Sharif who is now called his brother, when holding his baby sister.

"The midwife says the baby's adek is only susceptible to temperature, so her sensitive skin will redden if she's overheated. It will disappear by itself."

Little Aisyah was fascinated to see her handsome sister with dense jet black hair and a little curl-like hair of her father. She was so cute when she opened her small eyes, her mouth twitching as if she were tasting something.

Her mother looked calmer, she always wanted to breastfeed baby sister Aisyah, even though the baby was full.

"Let me know, let him grow up fast, let him pick up his dad home."

Atika's mental health was detected to be less good but she can still behave normally to take care of herself well.

Sharif always keeps an eye on Atifa, especially if she is taking care of Faiq, Aisyah's baby sister.

He was very protective of Faiq, if outside Sharif's supervision, the baby was not allowed to linger with Atifa, he was only worried about Atifa's attitude which although calmer but sometimes pensive itself, he was worried, it was as if I was thinking something so deeply.

As an older sister who loved Atifa so much, she planned to check her sister out to a psychiatrist after she earned a salary in the following month. For his salary in this month is almost not left to finance the delivery of Atifa. The money left by Faras is only enough for daily needs only while buying baby needs.

"Why is his name Faiq?" Once Aisyah asked that, she even wished her sister's name was cooler than that. Maybe khalid or Gerald, like his friend's name at school.

Faiq, the name given by Sharif, because according to him the name means a special child.

He felt an extraordinary thing, a baby was present in the middle of his family even though among the storm that was now sweeping his sister's household.

"He was a special child, who would be a light to Atifa. Although her husband simply disappeared, but this light led Faras back to Atika one day. However, it is not legal if he turns his wife pregnant. Faras is Atifa's husband..." Syarif said while holding the baby.

However, God was planning something else, not enough all the storms rolled up the life of Sharif and his brother, it seemed,

In the afternoon, when the heavy rain hit, the sound of water coming into contact with the roof was so boisterous.

Aisyah could not forget that fateful day, when her mother shouted against the sound of rain in the room while pointing towards the window, her uncle Sharif ran from inside the kitchen still holding a cup of hot coffee, it looks like he just brewed coffee for himself.

"Aaaaaa..aaaaa..please..toloooooong, my son, my son.he flew...!"

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