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Ameera came in with her bag. Not a gift or a hand he brought after a long time without visiting the Father. However, it was the sad news that he gave to the father, who was now welcoming him with a smile.

"Dad...." Ameera ran and hugged her father in a wheelchair.

"Ameera, are you healthy, honey?" ask Mr. Arman, Ameera's father.

"Healthy, Dad. How's Dad doing? Does Dad's waist still hurt a lot?" ask Ameera who looks worried about the condition of the father.

"Thank God, things have improved, son. Hem, where's Dion? Why are you alone?" asked her father who was also trying to find Dion's whereabouts, just like Alisa did earlier.

Ameera wiped away the trace of her tears, then she outlined their embrace. He held his father's hand and stared at his father's black bead.

Do I have to say it now? Oh my God, what should I do. Dad must be very disappointed.

Ameera is still worried, she really doesn't have the heart to talk about her divorce right now. However, reality still has to be faced, even though it must gulp a bitter pill though.

"Dad, Ameera and Dion are divorced" he said, making Mr. Arman's eyes wide open in shock at his daughter's confession.

"Ameera, is that right?" ask Mr. Arman. Of course that's a silly question, Ameera can't make a joke on her father. What else, this is important.

Ameera just nodded, she could not answer the question of the Father, which made her think back to her former husband.

Mr. Arman swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. The grate of disappointment was engraved clearly on his old face. He just took a rough breath, not knowing what to say.

Mr. Arman again hugged Ameera, a hug this time, mixed with support and encouragement from Mr. Arman. He wanted to ask more clearly about this, but he also caught the deep sadness from Ameera's face. So, he could only undo his intentions, choosing the right time.

"Get in your room, son. Rest." said Mr. Arman.

"Have you eaten?" ask Alisa who was also sad about the incident that happened to her brother.

Ameera answered Alisa's question with a slit. He was very hungry, but his mouth was bland, and he had no taste for food.

"Alisa get me some rice, sister?"

"No need, Lisa. Brother wants to just go to sleep." reject Ameera smooth.

"Later Brother is sick." Alisa is forcing. From childhood, he was so, did not want to see Ameera, the brother who was so dear to him why.

"Sister isn't hungry. Brother entered first, all of you want to pray Isya." he said giving a sweet smile to his sister and father. But, one could see, that it was a fake sweet smile.

Arman looked at his daughter's departure with a sad look. After his daughter disappeared from behind the door, the tears that he had already endured with great difficulty, began to trickle down.

Which father wants his daughter to be sad? In fact, they just married him Sunday. But why does it have to be like that. Maybe this is the path of his destiny.

Arman understood, Ameera's heart must have felt very sick. What's more, all this time he's always boasted Dion's name on every occasion. Always begging the name, if the man loves him very much.

Never mind, the more thought out, the more his heart throbbed pain. So, he only prayed that he be given the blessing of age in order to always accompany his two daughters until they get a life partner later.

In the room, Ameera had just finished her Isha prayer. Now he was raising his hand to pray to His Rabbi.

"O Allah, please allow Your servant to receive and undergo every trial You have given me. Because I know, every exam I go through, it all comes from you. If a match with him is not my destiny, then help me to immediately clench it." after that Ameera took her prayer beads and recited to remove the grief that cried out in her heart.

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For two days, Dion had not contacted him. Though inwardly he wished, the man contacted him, but his hope was broken.

"I can't always be like this. This is the wrong attitude, Dad would be sad if he saw this depression of mine. Better, I'm doing my usual activities. I could forget it for a long time." His murmurs speak for themselves.

Ameera came out of the room, she did not find her father who used to love watching Tivi at that hour. He goes to the kitchen, and Alisa is cooking. Ameera's little heart felt guilty, watching her sister do anything alone without complaining and burdening her. As if he understood, that his brother was not feeling well.

"Iisa?" greeting Ameera softly, Alisa turned her head towards the voice.

"Sister? Been there long?" Alisa asked while giving her smile.

"just now. What are you cooking?" tanya Ameera looked into the cauldron.

"I made chicken soup for you and Dad, sister. To be happy again, can forget for a moment the problems you are facing." said Alisa.

Is Dad the same as me, looking moody? Oh God, I am a sinner. He has burdened her with my own problems.

"May you help?" ask Ameera

" Of course, sister." said Alisa happily. He shifted his body giving space to his brother. They continued their cooking activities in that cramped kitchen space.

"Ameera?" call Arman, he feels happy because Ameera can laugh like before.

"Dad, where's Dad from?" ameera asked because she had not found her father anywhere.

"Father was in front. Ask the children who happened to pass by, to buy shrimp at the Bu Kokom stall. You like shrimp the most" said his father while holding a bag of fresh shrimp.

"Dad ... Dad is indeed the man of Ameera's first love." he cried while hugging Arman while crying.

"I'm sorry, Ameera, because the last two days have made Dad and Alisa sad" she said.

"No, Brother. Lisa and Dad understood. So now we're happy that Brother is no longer in grief."

Ameera continued cooking, while Alisa cleaned the shrimp that they would conjure into a delicious food typical of their region.

"Ameera, after this, what activities will you do?" ask Arman who is also in the kitchen.

"The plan, Ameera will return to teach at TPA (Taman Pendidikan Al-Qur'an) Well. Ustadzah Nisa also always contact Ameera, if he wants to return, he always receives the arrival of Meera at any time" he replied

"Yes already. I always support what you do." replied Arman.

Not without reason Arman asked that. He just didn't want Ameera to drag on in grief. If preoccupied with activities, he could definitely forget about his pain little by little.

As they were talking, suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Let Ameera open, Dad."

Ameera immediately walked over, she opened the door. Instantly, he fell silent as his eyes met the person still standing before the door.

"Ameera...?" greet that man.

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