Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
AHKAM

The gift problem wasn't over until lunch passed. The confused me was made even more confused when Brother Henny came, carrying one big bag. And handed me the bag.

"This is Kak Zidan's pesenan. Big brother hurry up first, go back to the office!" Brother Henny pinched my cheek first before finally running forward again.

"Huh? What else is this?" I patted the jidat when I saw so many hijabs ordered by Om Zidan. It must be because of that gift again! A gift containing a black veil and ashes. My favorite color.

"What is this drama?" Mama was in a frenzy when she saw so many hijabs I showed her.

"Zidan, Zidan." Mama and I both nodded slowly. Confused to have to respond in what way again Om Zidan's behavior this time.

Wanna get angry, kasian too. But right, who would want to wear this much headscarf? The veil in the closet is not all good!

"Let Mama talk to her!" Mama's about to step into Om Zidan's study. But I hurriedly held it.

"Don't, Ma. Later he misunderstood, he thought Manda did not want to accept his gift. Manda can do it, Ma." I smiled to convince Mama.

"Mama doesn't understand this one. The nature of his jealousy is exactly the same as his late Papa!"

Mom sat on the couch. "The fruit does not fall far from the tree. The nature of his father also goes to his son. Hopefully later, your son will not be like Grandpa with his Papa!"

Spontaneously I immediately held my stomach when I heard the word child. It must be cute, a little baby with a sweet face like Papa and Mama. I smiled to myself when I imagined it.

"Manda?" Mama touched my shoulder slowly. "What do you think of the child? Do you want her presence in the near future? Or postponed until you're both ready?"

I smiled before answering my question. "When God believed in Manda. God willing, Manda will be ready, even if Manda is not ready."

"Kalo that. Make yuk, now!"

Uh, Mama and I turned to the owner of the rancid voice. Om Zidan could talk to that roof in front of Mama! I am so ashamed!!

"Nothing, nothing, Manda still has a test tomorrow. He has to learn. Isn't that right, honey?" Mama nudged me slowly.

"Well, well. The more you come here, the more you love Manda, huh, than Zidan?" Om Zidan with his style leaning his head on Mama's shoulder. Forgetting about age.

"Hush, Mama love you two. Same. There is nothing more, nothing less, but later, if Grandchild Mama is born, all unfortunately to him!"

Om Zidan and I stared at each other with smiles. Between a shy and happy smile as well.

"Well, you're here, Mama now want to ask. Your goal is to pull off this much hijab, what?" Mama pointed at the hijab stacked on the table.

"Emm, that... That, for my wife!" Om Zidan looked at me. "For Manda, Ma."

"That much? Said Manda in the closet there are still many who have not been kepakek!"

"Eee, actually, I just wanted to point it at Manda. If I could give you more, than the gift that the vague teacher gave me!" Om Zidan. Acknowledging intent.

I shook my head slowly while touching Om Zidan's hand. "No need, honey. What Om loves to Manda, can never be compared with what others love to Manda. What Om Zidan said was too valuable to be merely dibandinjaynya."

"That's Manda, son. No need to get to that!" Mom patted his favorite son's shoulder. "Now we ask for permission, ask sincerely. Let all this be donated. There's still a lot of need for this out there. How's it? Sincere?"

"Please, Ma." Om Zidan smiled, he hugged me and also Mama alternately.

"Thank you, be patient, hold me down" he whispered softly. His sturdy hands were curling up hugging my body tightly.

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After the asar prayer. Mama, Om Zidan and I visited one of the nearby Orphanages to leave these headscarves to those in greater need. All right, Mama wants to pay off her vows when Om Zidan is in a coma. Mama has vowed to give up 20% of her property if Om Zidan wakes up from a coma.

And if it is calculated, the total that will be Mama alms is not playing games. It is estimated to be able to build a mosque and also renovate this Orphanage with a change of 360° degrees. Or the same as rebuilding.

I can't imagine anymore, how valuable Om Zidan is to Mama, and how unfortunately Mama has been to Om Zidan all along.

My steps came to a halt when I saw a little boy sitting alone under a tree, holding a book and writing something there. Slowly I walked closer to him. The closer, the clearer the boy's face, and the more familiar he was in my eyes.

He straightened his face hearing my greetings. "Wa'alaikumussalam, Sis?" She smiles. His smile made me remember someone.

Yeah, now I remember where I've seen this kid. He was the same boy as the boy who was crying in the hospital that time. The boy whose father was also the victim of an accident, just like my husband. But the difference is, he lost his father figure in the accident.

"Well remember Brother?" I slowly touched his face. His smile was very similar to that of his mother. The black woman who once said, 'LAA TAHZAN INNALLAHA MA'ANAA.' to me.

"Still, Brother Manda?"

I'm nodding. Justifying guesses.

"Oh, yeah. Who is it here? Which mother?"

Her smile grew more and more hearing my question. He showed me the book he was looking for. "Ahkam now lives here, Mama same grandpa has met Dad in Heaven."

O Allah. I was silent at his words. She was loud and smiling and could say such a bitter thing to me. Really, what is this kid's heart made of?

I clasped his hand. He looked at his eyes full of hope. I don't know, I can see a lot of hope in her bright eyes.

"Darling?"

I turned my head without releasing Ahkam's hand from my grasp. "Who is this?" ask Om Zidan. He crouched down in front of me and Ahkam.

"Name Ahkam. He's the son of one of the accident victims of this time. Manda knows him and his mother. They're good people. His mother was the one who encouraged Manda in the hospital."

"Keep, where is Mom now? Want to thank him?"

I touched Om Zidan's shoulder. He gestured so he wouldn't ask Ahkam.

"Mother is the same grandpa now in Heaven!" Little Ahkam still answered Om Zidan's question. Still with the same face.

"Sorry, I don't mean." Om Zidan bowed down, he grasped the little hand together with mine.

"Ahkams. Ahkam would not help Om bales the kindness that I've done to Om's wife?"

The boy nodded slowly. "Said Mom, we can't expect a reply from someone. Enough of God to repay our kindness."

Truly, the day was touched to the depths of hearing every word that Ahkam spoke.

"Well, maybe now God wants to pay in return through Om. How's it? Will you accept it?"

The little boy smiled. Showing teeth. "But don't give me candy, Om. Ahkam can't eat the candy!"

Om Zidan shook his head slowly. He patted my hand and the hand of Ahkam who was still in his grasp.

"Kalo Om asked Ahkam to stay with Om, Ahkam want to?"

I looked at Om Zidan. Can't believe Om Zidan would say that. Making decisions without thinking for long like this.

"Sir Manda is not angry, right, if Ahkam comes with this Om?" Ahkam asked me back. He looked at me and Om Zidan took turns.

"Ah, of course. My brother will not be angry. Any brother will be happy."

Om Zidan brought Ahkam's body into his trunk. He also held my hand. And step back into the Orphanage.

"Zidan, Manda? Where are you going?" Ask Mama.

"There's still some unfinished business, Ma."

Mama looked at me, asking for an explanation. Without hesitation, I glanced at Ahkam, who looked so comfortable in Om Zidan's sling. "There is a gift from God."

Mom smiled. Not rejecting or opposing the decision Om Zidan made. And I hope, the response that Mama gave will be the same as the response of the big family later.