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CHAPTER 66. I'M AISYAH

"Oh, you said today you would bring someone to me who wanted to meet me. Who?" He walked half-drawn his feet.

Aisyah did not make a sound, her eyes could not be separated from the old man in front of her, there was not a single word that represented her feelings now!

"His eyesight is not very good..."Bram's voice half whispered, unable to disturb Aisyah's gaze from the old man who was in a barely recognizable appearance Aisyah. The wrinkles on his face, his gray hair, his unkempt body were completely different from the father he had seen the last time.

In the past, Aisyah's father was not like this, who was still known by Aisyah with confidence, only her voice and the look of her warm eyes.

"There's someone you might really want to meet..." Bram said, they stood facing each other. Bram's tall body was large and dashing, making Faraz look very squeaky and small.

"someone? she?" Faraz pointed at Aisyah who was silent, like a statue.

"He's your wife?" Faraz asked, his index finger raised with a tremble towards Aisyah.

"No. Precisely..yet..." Bram turned to Aisyah, his hand slowly grasping Aisyah's cold hand. Bram just wanted to make sure Aisyah was okay.

"I'm Ayesha...!"

The voice finally came out from Aisyah's mouth.

"Da...Ai..shah...?" Faraz frowned who was already full of wrinkles, if seen really Faraz should not be this old. His heavy life seemed to have made him even older than his age.

Faraz, probably by his 50s, doesn't have to be this clean.

"Who's he?" Ask with doubt.

"Aisyaharani bint Faraz Abdillah, the daughter of a man who bore his own son." Aisha's voice sounded trembling.

Faraz was stupefied, his eyes turning towards Aisyah.

"Do you remember him?" Aisyah asked, her face so hard expressionless, her voice trembling as if holding all her emotions.

"Da...Aisha? Aisha??" Faraz was lined back, his eyes only twitching once before then he fell on the ground. Bram catches it, along with a teenage boy probably at the age of Seven dozen coming out in a denim outfit that looks shabby and torn here and there, either it's just a style or it's been torn.

"Mr!" He grabbed and caught it.

"What's wrong with dad?!" Hardiknya, staring fiercely at Bram.

Aisyah looked at this teenager unblinkingly, as if looking at someone who had robbed her of some of her childhood happiness.

This boy called him father, to his father. And he knew full well his father left home ten years ago. His father could not have a teenage son.

"Who are you?" His fawning while retreating a few steps pulled Faraz's body.

"I should have asked, who are you?" I pointed out Aisyah, how cold this girl's face was, but her eyes looked teary.

"Dear of? It's Aisyah? My isah???" Faraz broke away from the embrace of the teenager who tried to look so, although his face was not supportive because he actually looked handsome though shabby and a little seedy.

"Isa..Isah....is that really you Isah???" Faraz walked limped, without his wooden stick he looked so troubled.

He tried to walk towards Aisha like someone so longing. His eyes sparkle, though,

"That's mine! Isaah?" His roar was in question, before he fell again on the ground and the confused teenage boy immediately caught him again.

"Mr!"

He held Faraz's body trying to get up again, while Aisyah stood motionless from her place.

Some of their neighbors came out hearing the commotion. They watched from behind the doors and windows of their booths and some even deliberately stood up like they were watching a show.

"Isa, forgive your father Isah..." His roar again, accompanied by tears.

Aisyah did not shake her body, she did not know what to do and say.

Hate, longing, anger and pity filled his chest cavity when he met his father, the meeting was really beyond his expectations.

He thought he had met a father who had lived happily with his new wife and children, with a family that had made Aisha lose her father.

But what was plastered in front of him was now a pitiful man, who did not even deserve his anger, the anger he harbored had been years in pain.

Aisyah would rather meet her father who was so proud to reject her presence, not admit to himself and not want it so fully paid off all her pain, she said, he only needed to bury the existence of the father as a memory.

But, seeing the suffering of the man who had made him always laugh in his childhood, he was helpless.

"Lord, what have you done to him? how do You bring forth every do'a and my tears for a father whom I consider so evil to me and my mother? Did God answer my prayers with the same suffering my mother felt? Or is it more than that? Why is it that when I look at my father like this, my heart is not satisfied but it hurts so much?"

Aisyah's tears fell to a speck, coinciding with the collapse of Faraz, the man was so shocked that he was unconscious.

"Bapaa!"

"Dad!"

(Do you believe, we just need to accept and live our part in the world. Do'a and surrender, try and persevere let God do his part? Everyone has their own story, if we do not believe in karma, but God always has a way to pay for each of our worship.

Punishment must not only be accepted in the achherat but in the world we will receive some sort of demeanor for each of our mistakes and willfulness.

Sometimes we have to be more careful to refrain from too easy to hurt, because do'a people who are hurt faster answered Lord😅😅😅)

For dear readers who are curious about Faraz's life, POV Faraz Story will mak Author tell in the next chapter, yes🙏🥰 Patient, well 🤣🤣

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