My Brother
Undecided

Like Ms. Ifa, Indah is also confused by her own feelings. On the one hand he is happy to meet the person who has been struggling to give birth to him, but on the other he feels disappointed with both of his biological parents who have separated themselves from the other family.

It was beautiful to enter the room and lock it from the inside. Grandma Olive and Miss Sri are very understanding with the beautiful feeling.

"Please drink, Mother!" Bu Sri's.

"Thank you, Deck!" Sahut while enjoying the dishes served by his own daughter even though Bu Ifa does not know who made it.

"May I speak for a moment beautifully?" Ask Ms. Ifa with a pleading face.

"Maybe Mbak has heard from Ibnu, if Indah already knows about his identity. However, we cannot force Indah to determine what action will be taken next given the unstable health condition of Indah" Bu Sri replied at length. Ms. Ifa nodded in understanding.

"Wait a minute!" Ms. Sri moved to the beautiful room and knocked on the door.

"Beautiful!" Call gently.

"Are you sleeping, son?" Further.

Since there was no answer, Ms Sri slowly opened the knock door which turned out to be unlocked.

It was beautiful to let her mother in and out freely. Bu Sri slightly shook the body of Indah who actually just pretended to sleep.

"Son, are you asleep?" Ask slowly.

Beautifully turned her body lazily. "What's up, Mom?"

"Mom Ifa wants to see you, son!" Ms. Sri tried to hold back her tears. He is not willing if Indah returns to the arms of the person who has given birth to her.

It was beautiful to look at the net of the person who had been raising him with such affection.

Bu Sri nodded. It was beautiful to feel that something was sticking out of his throat. "What should I call you?" his mind was approaching his birth mother.

Seeing Indah step towards him, Ms. Ifa greeted him by patting the chair next to her. Sit here, son. Near my mom! Pinta Bu Ifa with a sad face look longing at Indah.

It was beautiful sitting next to him without a word. Ms. Ifa hugged her only daughter who she offered to Mr. Joseph since her womb.

The Flashback

A few years ago

Pak Salim and Bu Ifa went to one of the hemispheres of Sumatra.

Mr. Salim cultivated his land into plantations and raised some livestock.

Almost successful with her livestock and plantations, Ms. Ifa asked permission to return to her father's hometown. Wh-wh-what for? To give birth to a second baby from his marriage with Mr. Salim.

Mr. Salim prevented it. But on the grounds of not wanting to give birth in the region finally Mr. Salim allowed the wife to return to the city of S. Ms. Ifa came home by sea transport which took a few days.

Arriving in the city S. Ifa is looking for information on a husband and wife who have no children and want to care for and raise their second child.

Hearing the news, Ms. Ifa immediately came to the residence of Mr. Joseph in the old house, namely, On the Way of the Roses.

"Assalamualaikum" said Ms. Ifa and her sister.

"Glamma!" Answer the owner of the residence.

After being invited to sit down and enjoy the dishes given by the host, Ms. Ifa conveyed the intention of her arrival to the residence of Mr. Joseph.

"I am seven months pregnant, my husband works in Sumatra. I was worried that if a child was born, I would not be able to raise him because of the economic situation of my family. Moreover, my husband Salim has six children with his first wife who in fact must also be blessed.

I also heard the news that Dik Yusuf and Dik Sri had not been born and wanted to adopt a child. Is that true?" Ms. Ifa explained the length of times the length.

"Then what about the decision of Ms Ifa's husband?" Ask Ms. Sri.

"I don't want any trouble behind it!" Bu Sri's.

"I'll talk to my husband later. I know the state of my family, so you two don't have to worry!" Although she doubted her husband's permission, Bu Ifa's determination was so strong as to give the child he contained to Pak Yusuf and Bu Sri.

"Please enjoy first, we'll take a moment!" Said Mr. Yusuf politely, then took the wife to the family room.

"Hows it? Are you willing to take care of Ifa's child?" Mr. Yusuf asked Bu Sri's opinion, because later the wife will take care of the child. While he is quite looking for a living for his small family.

"We don't know her gender yet, and I want a boy!" Ms. Sri replied with a heavy heart.

Actually they have ventured into several orphanages to adopt a child, but there has been no match and agreement between the two. Bu Sri wants a son, while Pak Yusuf tends to want a daughter. She also invited her husband to the house of her cousin who has four children. Bu Sri intends to adopt the Bungsu who is male. But the disappointment obtained by Bu Sri, because his brother did not want to give his only son.

"If you want one of my daughters, I will give it to you. But all this time I really wanted to have a boy, so it was impossible for me to give it to you!" That's answer.

"Our Orphanages have been to, as well as the homes of your brothers and sisters who have many children. But none of the baby boys we got. Maybe God doesn't allow us to do that. We should try to accept Ifa's offer. Who knows, she'll give birth to a baby boy." Persuade Mr. Yusuf.

"What if the baby is a girl?" Ask Bu Sri again.

"We love him, take care of him and raise him. Who knows after that we got the trust of God to have a child". Sahut Pak Yusuf who managed to melt the heart of his wife. Finally they agreed to adopt Ms. Ifa's child regardless of gender later.

The couple returned to the living room to meet Ms. Ifa and her sister.

"Well, we're going to adopt the child you're carrying right now, whatever the gender is!" Mr. Yusuf spoke straight to the point.

Flashback Off

"What class are you in, son?" Ms. Ifa asked what she really knew, because she was the one who gave birth to Beautiful.

"K - Third grade!" Lovely worried about his call to Ms. Ifa. Want to call Mama like Ibnu, Indah worried about hurting Ms Sri. Want to call Bude, Indah does not want Ms. Ifa sad to hear the child who was born did not call her with the call she should.