Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
HER, MY WIFE!- 04. A Gift for Mom

"Mama...." Ahkam ran towards the kitchen. Behind his back he hid something for his mother. A gift that he and Zidan brought after going home for a walk.

"Don't run, Ahkam!" Manda looked at Ahkam, noticing what the boy was hiding behind his back.

"Sorry, Mama. Promise not to run away again!" ahkam firmly. Then he took two steps forward, with a sincere smiling face he handed a red rose to Manda.

"Dear mom!"

Manda received the rose that still looks very fresh, then looked down to give an expression of gratitude to Ahkam. He kissed Ahkam's head lovingly.

"Mama is also very much the same Ahkam!"

"The same old man Ahkam?" sahut Zidan from the kitchen doorway.

"Sweet, but a little!"

"Ah come on, Mama Ahkam favorit!" Zidan smiled wryly then flipped his body, he stepped closer to the stairs.

"Ahkam, take a shower first son.. new breakfast!" said Zidan before he finally completely eliminated, climbing the stairs to the room.

"Wake first, yeah. After that breakfast!"

"Yes, Ma."

"Pinter's son!" Manda rubbed Ahkam's head slowly, he looked at Ahkam's back which also began to move away from the kitchen. Enter his room which is located on the bottom floor. Manda and Zidan deliberately chose the room, because it was the only room that was spacious suitable for a child of Ahkam's age.

"This must be the brother's job!" Manda breathed in the fresh scent of the red rose she held. The red color is so beautiful, coupled with a strong stalk that has been cleaned, the stalk supports the flower to look upright.

"Maybe he still have time to think of me!" Even so, Manda actually felt so happy, because Zidan was so smart in finding gaps and opportunities to make him happy. Even in a simple way.

The red rose itself Zidan got from one of the next door neighbors, happened to have been tidying up his flower garden and was tidying up the rose tree as well. At first Zidan was a joke about himself who wanted to buy a red rose for him to take home. But the flower owner cut directly one of the most beautiful stems for Zidan. And get Zidan to take her home without paying.

For him paying one rose stalk was too strange for the size of a neighbor like them. Moreover, he had known Manda and Zidan for a long time, so just think of it as a small gift from a neighbor.

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Manda placed a plate of fresh red wine next to Ahkam who was busy coloring in front of the TV. Ahkam prefers drawing and coloring to watching TV. He did not even know the cartoons that should be children the age he knew and was watching the cartoons now.

"What image?" manda asked as she sat down, accompanying Ahkam. Zidan went to the office after breakfast. There are some important things he has to finish there. He will be home for lunch as usual.

"Park picture, Ma!" Ahkam showed the paper he held to Manda. Seen on the paper was a sketch, which Ahkam called 'Park'. There are two trees on the left and right side. Then there was a chair in the middle of the two trees - - yes call it a chair, although Ahkam only described a long line that had two legs.

"Mama, Mama!" Ahkam looked at Manda enthusiastically.

"Yes, honey? Why?" Manda put the paper on the table. Then the two manics focused on looking at Ahkam.

"So Ahkam as Papa went to the park. Keep there Ahkam meet new friends, her name is Cila. She's beautiful like Mama!" babble Ahkam with his innocent face.

Ahkam told me what he and Cila did in the park earlier, he also mentioned the characteristics of Cila. Ahkam explained the figure of Cila is a round-eyed girl, cheeked chubby and looks beautiful like Mama because she wears a hijab.

Manda smiled to herself after hearing Ahkam's story. Imagining a little boy with round eyes, with chubby cheeks alone makes him quite anxious. Especially imagining that little boy wearing a headscarf.

"Don't you play with Cila?" tanya Manda answered a quick nod by Ahkam.

"Seneng, good cila!"

"Emmm, yeah. Mom find out sometime Cila's house where. So that Ahkam can play there!" The temptation of Manda made Ahkam take a wine and chew it again. Even the boy stopped talking about Cila again.

"Mama, Ahkam kangen Sister Eya!" moaning Ahkam as he edged closer to Manda.

"Akhkam kangen why Ahkam?"

Ahkam nodded slowly.

"Tomorrow wait for Papa to take a day off, yeah. We just met Ahkam again, same Sister Eya too!"

"Thank you Mama!" Ahkam hugged Manda tightly, as if he was venting his longing feelings on the embrace of the Mother figure he had not felt for a long time. But since meeting Manda, Ahkam began to find what had been lost from him. Manda actually succeeded in replacing the role of Mother for Ahkam. It's even better than what I've been doing all this time for her.

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After the completion of the Magrib Prayer, Zidan delivered Ahkam to his place of duty. He registered Ahkam a few days ago. But because Ahkam had been sick, and only really recovered tonight, be tonight the first time Ahkam set foot in a house that is used as a place to learn to teach for anyone who wants to learn to teach here. Especially a kid of Ahkam's age.

Inside the house there are two rooms that are blocked, the room that Zidan enters is currently a special room for male students, while the next room is specifically for girls.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ustadz." Zidan and a man about 45 or 46 shook hands. Undoubtedly the two exchanged smiles, their signs were already familiar long ago.

"God, is this Ahkam that Antum told you about?"

"Yes, Ustadz." Zidan introduced Ahkam once more, and told Ahkam that from tonight on he would be entrusted here to study and study the Quran in greater depth.

Ustadz Agam invited Zidan to sit down, but if Zidan wants to go home immediately it is also okay, let Ahkam later come to the Mosque for Isya's Prayer with Ustadz Agam and other students.

"It's okay, Ustadz. I'll wait here!" While waiting, Zidan picked up a Qur'an from the bookshelf in the corner of the room. Then sit back and read a few pages from Juz 14.

While Ahkam who was being listened to' iqro' one in there turned out to have begun to recognize the letters of Hijaiyah before. So you could say, Ustadz Agam is not too difficult to teach it, just give some pronunciation of letters.

When the Adhan Isya' reverberated, the whole room was immediately quiet. No more screaming children. Even some of the fathers who were talking earlier fell silent, as soon as they heard the Adhan. Zidan who saw and felt it immediately closed the Qur'an he held, and returned it to its original place.

As soon as the adhan is finished, it starts to sound again the sound of children echoing reading the do'a after the adhan. Sounds like their readings are in rhythm. Not too fast and not too slow either.

"Father!" Ahkam approached Zidan after he finished reading the do'a. The boy showed me the iqro' and the recapitulation book that Ustadz Agam gave him.

"Keep well, son!" the Ustadz Agam.

Because it has entered Isya' time, everyone in the room was scattered out, both from the special room of men and women.

"Dad!" call a little girl as soon as you see Ustadz Agam coming out.

"Father's son, here!"

The boy scraped off the clothes he was wearing, walking towards Ustadz Agam, Zidan and also Ahkam.

"Loh, Crazy. Cila naji here too?" sapa Zidan is so familiar with the face of the boy who is gini already attached with Ustadz Agam--Ayahan.

"Yes, Cila njai with Mommy there!" Show the room on their right.

"Care you familiar with this?" ask Ustadz Agam.

"He'em."

"We met in the park this morning!" zidan explained.

"His name is Sahila Nuzula, my oxtail boy!" said Ustadz Agam as he began to step out of the yard of the house. "When you want to follow Dad to the mosque or pray with Mother at home?"

"You come with Dad!" cila replied as she glanced towards Ahkam who was standing on the left side of Zidan. Ahkam also looked at him.

"Yes, ask for your face with Mother there!"

Cila ran to get a mukena bag, then came back to the father and walked to the mosque. On the way to the mosque, Cila chatted and tried to invite Ahkam to speak, but only briefly responded by the boy.

"He's angry with you, isn't he?" muttered Cila, because Ahkam did not invite him to speak at all. Though Cila did not know, if Ahkam also wanted to talk to him, but Ahkam was sleepy. So it's not in the mood to talk.