LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 39. AISYAH SECRET

Abah raised his head, looking straight at Bram.

"My son Aisha never married anyone." The voice sounded sharp. Bram was stunned until his eyes did not blink looking at him.

"Can a virgin never marry not be called a mother by an orphan?"

Abah's expressionless face made Bram shudder. Like the face of a father who is afraid of someone hurting his child.

Bram could not say a word, he did not expect Aisyah, the young girl in a very mature character was not a widow as he had expected so far.

In his brain, Aisyah had been married and divorced and from that marriage she had a child named Tito who is now 7-8 years old.

"You don't know anything about my son Ayesha, son Bram. She is a princess I want to take care of with my own life. Her heart was clean, it was just that life was really cruel to her." Those originally shimmering eyes shifted his eyes to the ceiling of the room.

"After three years his father had left and my son was still traumatized from the tragic death of his sister and the loss of a living mother who did not recognize him. She must lose once again, her brother Rahimah who became her place to lean in search of a mother figure when the princess died in a bus accident with her husband.

My beloved biological child, the care of God and the care of my wife Asniah, died by tightly embracing Tito who was 4 months old, along with the husband he loved. He died protecting the child he loved so much." Those tears finally flowed, running down her cheeks. The sad story was finally told to someone, who was almost foreign to him but somehow his heart was so trusting in Bram a sinner who had never loved his family, who used to wallow in the maksiat, which might make people afraid of being close to him.

Bram looked at Abah, his heart was pounding and his chest was tight, it felt like being abah or Aisyah he would not be able to wade through life.

But does not God know to whom He gives trials and what measure God believes each of his people can face? God knows, the greatness of heart and faith of a brother so that in his purification in the world the difficulty of his life is so great. Perhaps Abah was one of the chosen ones, who received the test like the prophet Ayyub.

"Aisyah was in 3rd grade at the time, crying and hugging my grandson Tito. She even just cried, without burying her brother.

Since that day, Tito was always taken care of by Aisyah, even she was willing to continue her school for a year to take care of the baby, the nephew who is now her son. Aisyah in her youth takes care of Tito as if she were his biological mother. When I started talking, it was my poor Isah who Tito called with ummi." Abah wipes away her tears while trying to smile.

"Then, can't a child love her because she doesn't have anyone to be a mother to her?"The question felt right up to the heart.

Supposedly, Aisyah was still busy with her children's world, should Aisyah enjoy as a cheerful responsibility teenager. But everyone's life destiny is never the same, the beautiful Aisyah spent her teenage years babysitting a mentally disturbed mother and mother without any basis just following her instincts and instincts.

"I love my wife, I can't see her crying anymore. One happiness I know, a daughter very much wanted to be married by her own father, watching herself say the hijab of Qobul later on. That's why I so much want, if God allows it, to give her that happiness. Although I had to fight with heartache to be able to deal with a man who had ruined my sister's life." Abah bit her own lips. And then closed his eyes, fighting against his heartache by saying Istigfar many times in the heart.

"There's no need to worry, I'll find Ayesha's father for you." Bram tried to smile at Abah who looked tired.

"Son Bram, I am grateful that God has sent you to us, the answer of our do'a-do'a. There are no coincidences in God's dictionary, everything that happens only because of His permission and will."

Bram was once again at a loss for words, how not, when he felt himself so dirty and useless there were others who were so grateful for his existence.

God always shows his greatness in different ways, even glorifying people who have been so sinful.

Bram bowed his face in front of Abah, he felt himself considered a friend by someone as good and a pak Sharif, it felt so moving.

Behind the door, a girl stood pecking with a tray filled with hot porridge that was now getting cold. Her feet were just riveted while her tears came down, Aisyah cried without a sound.

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