
For one month after the day on which Bram received his will, Bram was in doubt. He has been informed of the exact address of Faraz, Aisyah's father, from the person he had been paying to track Faraz's whereabouts.
Bram's meeting with Aisyah was not as intense as before, but Bram was very concerned about Aisyah. It was not that he did not want to meet Aisyah, it was just that he felt that he had to keep Aisha's marwah in front of everyone.
If he came too often, fearing being a slander to Aisha. The girl was the daughter of a highly respected person in her village, a well-mannered teacher.
Several times Bram wanted to provide financial assistance to ease Aisyah's life after her death, but Aisyah firmly refused.
"No mas, I can still support myself and Tito from my honor as a teacher and sometimes get a wage from helping the fish harvest in Wak Agil." Reject Aisyah.
"Yes, I know.but I want to help you and Tito, add it with a little gift from my provision. Didn't you and Tito leave me?"
"To leave does not mean taking responsibility. I just want to make sure, we're okay. Not that Bram has to take our lives." Reject Aisyah.
"But..."
"There are still many who need this money more, leave it to abandoned orphans and elderly people who are no longer able to work. For me and Tito, God willing I am still healthy and have a strong body to support both of us. Thank God we both haven't lacked anything to date."
Aisyah is really stubborn according to Bram, when she was still immersed in the world of maksiat, it seems that there was no woman who knew her to refuse money or whatever material she gave.
Therefore, in two weeks, Bram only visited Aisyah once and also gave up the longing for Friday prayers at the mosque where he met abah.
Bram had planned, after Elementary school will send Tito to the same school as his daughter Bella, the best school with complete facilities.
Abah leaves Aisyah and Tito to her, but she is confused on how to take care of the two, Aisyah is an independent girl with high self-esteem, not easy to make her accept people's gifts for free. Besides of
He had great respect for Aisyah but secretly liked to miss the girl.
Sometimes Bram calls Aisyah over the phone or chat if she can't hold back her longing. Just making small talk.
But that was before she saw how an Aisyah looked to hold back anger at him the few days that passed by,
"I'll find your father soon and bring him to you. I'm just making sure his identity matches, for where he lives I've been..." That's what Bram told Aisyah, instantly making Aisyah raise her head.
"Aren't we talking about this, Mom? Bram doesn't have to bother looking for my dad." Tukas Aisha in a sharp voice.
"Aisha, I have promised..."
"Stop looking for my dad's Bram." Bram still remembered Aisyah's half-hardened round eyes, something he had never seen from Aisyah's attitude all along. He was too meek to yell at people.
"Aisha...?"
"I've said many times, I don't feel the need to see him."
"But.andah wants me..."
"There is no Bram, who wants to meet my father is my brother not me. My heart is not as strong as my brother who will smile at the happiness of my father with his new wife with his children! I don't even know what happened after meeting her, whether I hated her or didn't have any feelings for her anymore! I'm not an angel mas Bram, I'm just Ayesha, with a mother who was disturbed by my father's betrayal, I'm just a human being!"
Aisyah hasn't tried to contact Bram in a week. Likewise Bram, he felt so awkward to bother Aisyah who looked so angry when Bram talked about her father.
...***...
Tonight, Bram was staring at the dim sky from the cloud, not a single star was visible. It looks like it's going to rain at midnight tonight if you look at the weather.
Bram is visiting his house with Diah first, although Bram has already said the house is for Bella and Diah but Diah insists that Bram can stay there until Bella grows up. Diah herself since getting out of that house after the divorce they never once set foot there. Bram knew there was a trauma that his ex-wife had with a million memories in the house.
Finally, Bram decided once a month to sleep in the house for several nights, as well as pay the salaries of Bi Irah and Mang Diman her devoted husband to take care of and care for the house.
"Mangs..." Bram turned to the middle-aged man who was repairing one of the garden lights in the backyard where Bram was sitting on his porch.
"Yes, sir..." Mang Diman stopped his activities. He had replaced his bulb with a new one. The rest, pairing a lampshade that was the size of a ball.
"Am I wrong if..if I miss someone?" Bram asked, suddenly, as if asking himself.
"Hindu? Who do you miss?" Mang Diman asked with a puzzled look, the strange question of his master made his brows high.
Bram was silent, he hesitated to answer.
"Mother sedanh misses mom?" Mang asked Diman hesitated, then immediately closed his mouth. He was not happy to see the sudden change in his employer's face.
"That's not possible anymore, mang. I'm happy with my new husband." Bram tried to laugh even though crisp as if the question was a joke.
"Who do you miss?" Mang Diman could not bear to not ask again, he looked curious.
"Hinduced to a woman."
"Yes, sir, it's a time of longing for men." Mang Diman's claws, his mustache twitched because dolia grinned funny.
"But what's worth it, huh? I miss a woman as good as her for someone as bad as me?" The question sounded discordant, while glancing at the bengong mang expression of Diman.
"Everyone is not forbidden to miss, sir. Wong I miss every day with Irah, you know." Mang Diman.
"But this is different..." Bram's face became serious.
"I have been presumptuous to save the longing of a girl whom my parents and teachers entrust me to guard, but I have instead..malah fallen in love with her?"
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