My Son Is My Strength
I Am His Papa

Bian's days are now running as usual, he goes to work, goes to his parents' house if asked, does sports on his weekends. And coupled with his new habit, which is to send Arini and Azzam a package every day, which in the package contains an apology for all his past mistakes.

And not only that, his new habit also visited Azzam at his school every Monday and Thursday without the knowledge of Arini and his family, as it is today.

Bian got out of his car with something in his hand, it seemed like it was for him to give it to Azzam.

Bian continued walking, sweeping his gaze across one of the garden chairs that Azzam would often sit on to wait for him and wait for Arini and Arumi to come pick him up.

Bian wiggly again swept his gaze through the school environment, because he did not see the existence of Azzam in the chair that Azzam usually used to wait for him. Until his gaze fell upon the crowd of children and adults there.

Bian walked up to the crowd, hoping to find Azzam there. And sure enough he found the figure of Azzam who was standing with those people.

There Azzam stood face to face with teary eyes, staring at someone listening to what he said. But not heard by Bian.

Bian frowned, accelerating his pace towards the crowd. Getting closer, he could now listen to what they were talking about. Which made his heart instantly angry at once sick like being stabbed by a sharp dagger.

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Today Arumi can't pick Azzam home from school, as he has to take an extra class that he can't leave. And so he began to call the brother, although a little hesitant because he was afraid his brother was busy working.

"Hallo, assalamu'alaikum. sis." Arumi greets her brother first on the phone.

"Wa'alaikumussalam..yeah, what's Rum?" Arini answered the greetings and asked her sister who was across the phone.

"Sister, is brother busy?" Ask Arumi.

"Not really, just signed some of these files. What's wrong?" Arini said that today he was not too busy.

"Then, can you pick up Azzam at his school. Because I have an extra class today that I have to attend and can't afford to leave." Said Arumi conveying her intention of calling her brother.

"Well, brother will pick her up." Arini stops her work and prepares to pick Azzam back to school.

He's out of the company building. Riding his car, then drove to Azzam school which is quite far from his company.

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"Heh, Haram kids can't go to school here!" Said a mother standing next to her child.

"Yes, you bastard can't go to school here! Said the boy standing beside his mother, folding his hands together on his chest while staring in annoyance at the figure of Azzam standing before him.

"I opened the bastard." Said Azzam trying to explain, his eyes have been teary since earlier because it continues to be called as an illegitimate child. He had understood enough about the word 'homid child', ever since his friends began to mock him with it.

"You're a bastard! Proof you don't have a papa like me." Said the boy again who was beside his mother, still staring irritatedly at Azzam.

He said all that, because he was very envious of Azzam who continued to get praise from teachers and classmates, because Azzam was smart and his value was very high from his value. And not only that, he also envied Azzam who got more friends than him. Anyway everything that concerns Azzam, surely he will be envious of it.

"Hm, you're a bastard. Don't try again." The other mothers again bombarded their words with Azzam, whose eyes were growing increasingly glazed, preparing to shed all his tears, again getting the harsh words.

No matter how early the quarrel took place, they even cared about the word 'unlawful child' which kept coming out of the mouth of the mother and child. And began to bombard the words also to Azzam.

Their hearts, words, and behaviors respond very quickly to problems like this. A child born just a few months from the wedding day, or a child they see and hear does not have one of his parents, of course, immediately becomes his gossip. It became a big news story in a short time.

And inevitably, whispers from one ear to another even directly telling the person it is inevitable, the more they are heard the more unpleasant in the ear.

"Yes. If it's an illegitimate child, yes! Don't try to give it to you anymore." The mothers said again, pointing at Azzam. "So, you know the bastard! Don't you ever play with our kids again." He again warned, still pointing Azzam.

"Udah, you don't play with us anymore. You don't have a papa." Said Azzam's schoolmate.

Azzam's breathing began to hunt, apparently he began to cry. He could not stand all the words that the men had spoken to him.

"I-I have papa." Azzam's voice choked with his cry.

"Where? Where's your papa?" Ask a fellow Azzam schoolmate who also dislikes him.

"M." Mmm." Azzam was silent, could not answer because he actually did not know the existence of his papa. Even seeing his face he never.

"Where?" Ask her friend again, starting to raise her voice. Smiling cynically as Azzam was unable to answer his question, until one voice dispelled the sinister smile on his face.

"I am his father!" Someone came up to Azzam and immediately embraced the boy who was now spilling his tears without a sound.

"Master Bian." Said one of the mothers who stood near his son with a trembling voice, because surely Bian had heard all the insults he had aimed at Azzam since.

"Pardon me, I don't think this kid is your son." He apologized first before Bian got angry with him as well as the child.

She did not think that Azzam was Bian's son superior to her husband, so she dared to say all that.

"So, if he's not my son. You're still gonna spit out harsh words like that." Bian asked with his sharp gaze, an aura of anger filling the crowd that made everyone look at him become frightened and retreated slowly.

Without realizing it there was a woman who was watching all the scenes from behind.

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Apologize as much as possible for the beloved Reader, because the new Author up again the novel My Son Is My Strength caused by the busy Author in helping the family event held yesterday. God willing for the future Author will be diligent update.

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