LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 27. WHO IS HE

Bram took Bella, got out of his car.

"Where are we going, papa?"

"We'll meet papa's friend..." Bram tidied up the dress that Bella wore.

It was dark when Bram arrived at Aisyah's house, after a short magrib prayer Bram immediately took his daughter to see her brother.

Only had time to shower and change clothes from Diah's parents' house after picking up Bella, she rushed to Abah's place because indeed she had promised to return. She was very unwell, leaving Aisyah without saying goodbye.

The house is quiet, the door is tightly closed only the lights that shine dimly on the ceiling of the terrace.

"Whose house is this?" Bella asked, this child looked confused.

"The house of a friend. He invited us to eat together."

"Oh, yeah..." The little girl's eyebrows went up.

The house was deserted, Bram knocked on it slowly.

"Assalammuallaicum..." Her speech.

Some time later the door was opened, Aisyah was still wearing a pure white face and she was in a hurry to open the door.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Aisyah's soft voice replied, her face was pink when she met Bram's eyes.

"Oh, Bram...Aisyah thinks Mumun's mmpok wants to take lontong." Aisyah blushed.

"I'm sorry, it's late, it's important. I have to pick up my son from his mother's place." The tidy bram in the grey shirt and cloth pants looked calmer than his usual appearance.

"Oh, hello..." Aisyah's eyes moved on the little girl who hugged her doll tightly, while her other hand held Bram's fingers as if unwilling to let go.

"Bella, say hello to sister uh aunt Aisyah..." Bram looks awkward introducing Aisyah to his son Bella.

The innocent Bella stuck out her hand and kissed Aisyah's hand respectfully.

"This must be the beautiful Bella, the beloved daughter of her father..." Aisyah smiled widely with sparkling eyes.

"Papa's beloved bella?" The little girl turned around and looked funny at the father who looked wrong.

She rarely showed excessive affection to her children because she was more busy taking care of Sally before.

So, Bram is not surprised if his son glares between happy and curious to look at him to hear he is the favorite daughter of his father.

The little girl's smile was so wide, her eyes twinkled merrily, her hands were increasingly twitching at Bram's wrists.

"Let's go in, mas. Abah was going to the neighbor's house shortly after praying, he was sitting next door on the family's return from the city, happened to come it's my friend."

"Oh..." Bram entered doubtfully.

"I changed first, Mom. Just finished praying because of Tito's study friends who invited him to eat home a little afternoon, I just finished washing dishes and berberes-besar."

"Yes, it's okay. I'm sorry to bother you with these nights, only I promised to come back so I wouldn't feel good if I didn't come. Today's your birthday, I think you'd be disappointed if I missed it." Bram took Bella to a chair after Aisyah let him.

"Aisyah stay first, I'll have Tito call abah home." Aisyah went inside again with a little restrained, she was uncomfortable because she was so tempted to open the door until she was still wearing a face.

Tito appeared from inside still with a small peci on his head, he looked cute.

Experiencing Bram and saying goodbye to go out call his grandfather home.

A little while later, Aisyah has returned with a simple dress in a dark color hijap that contrasts with her white face.

"Thank you so much for coming, I'm certainly glad Bram really came back this afternoon." Aisyah smiled while Bella looked fixedly and probed at her face. Her pretty face looked cringing.

"Papa?" Bella shook Bram's arm, but her eyes were not sidetracked by Aisyah's face.

"Papa, who is he? This isn't Aunt Sally, is it? Aunty who is often called papa first in front of mama if you are angry again? who made mama cry?" Bella's sudden question, made Bram stunned.

The question was like slapping his face, hot and painful all the way to the heart. He never expected a small child to even keep a wound that was no less deep because of what he had done in the past.

"Bella why are you asking that?" Bram looked at his son in confusion, having to explain how.

"Bella often stands behind the door, when you're yelling at me." His eyes blinked for a moment, sinless and expecting an answer.

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