Patience of the Son-in-law
Chapter 3 - The Suratan of Destiny

Chequek...

The creaking of the door of the room where Handika Atmajaya opened and it really hurt her heart to see this heartbreaking condition in front of her in real terms is not a dream.

The dashing sister was now lying stiff on the bed and next to her Aisha was bowing her head. Her cheeks were wet with traces of tears that Faizan believed were due to the deep loss that Aisha had suffered.

Who would have guessed that in a day, this girl dimpled cheeks was left behind by three very valuable people in her life. Of course, the sturdy tree is fragile because the roots are forcibly removed.

Destiny is cruel to Aisha. Maybe some people who look from his point of view will think that way.

But for the faithful always believe that every trial in our lives there will be valuable wisdom behind it all. All are the destiny of the owner of life.

It remains how the human being sincerely lives his destiny and is more grateful instead of complaining constantly eroded by sadness and disappointment.

Faizan began to feel something strange because Aisha was looking down and her left hand was holding her cheek. Her stepmother was shaking her waist in front of her sister-in-law.

"What's this, Ma?" faizan asked as the two looked towards the source of the voice including Aisha and Mama Ida.

"Look at this behavior of your beauty-savvy sister-in-law. Already ngeyel whining to go on vacation reasons miss his parents but the results are like this. Where now he's on his floor accusing your brother of barrenness. You girls don't know themselves" said Mama Ida.

"Oh my goodness, this is the destiny of the Creator. We have to explain everything so that Mas Handika is also calm. Brother there can take care of Papa who was a long time ago," said Faizan softly to dampen the emotions of his stepmother while stroking Mama Ida's shoulders.

Unbasically Mama Ida instantly pulled Aisha and pushed her to the other side away from her biological son's bed.

"Go from here. I forbid you touch my son's body, be it the end of his fingernails even if the woman is barren!" screeched Mama Ida sharply.

"But Mah_" said Faizan binoculars.

"There's no buts. You just take care of that brother-in-law of yours, the unlucky bearer!" cut Mama Ida in a high enough tone with her eyes glaring at Faizan and Aisha. Both of them could only resign and seemed silent without being able to refute.

In the Atmajaya family after the Papa, Budi Atmajaya (60 years) died, indeed the control of the house is in the hands of Mama Ida as his first wife. Faizan could not do much because he was only the son of a second wife.

Her birth mother, Resya Damayanti, has died since giving birth. Automatically since childhood nurtured by Mama Ida with the Papa.

Faizan also invites Aisha to come out first from Handika's room because the situation is not conducive and full of emotions of the soul. Of course, he did not want Aisha to be an easy target of her stepmother's anger.

However, Faizan understood that his stepmother was devastated by the loss of her brother, blinding her logic and heart for now. Which parent would not be sad if he lost his only son.

Before coming out, he turned his head back and saw Mama Ida hugging the body of the sister. The twilight-aged woman roared bitterly calling out the name of her dead son.

He remembered his past grief and felt de javu. When he was fifteen years old, his father died of heart disease. Himself, the sister and Mama Ida cried bitterly. Even her stepmother fainted.

Aisha was initially unwilling to leave her husband's body. She wanted to be by her late husband's side until he was buried. But Faizan was a little pushy and gave him understanding so that the brother-in-law gave space and time for his stepmother.

Finally Aisha lethargicly bowed out with Faizan. Now the two sat not far from Handika's room. A slightly awkward atmosphere enveloped the two. Because since the wedding even before Handika's wedding with Aisha, the two very rarely interact.

Especially in the condition of just two like this, it is very rare. Especially communication via mobile phone. Since Faizan went to Batam, the two very rarely communicate except for urgent matters such as his mother-in-law who never opname because of high blood pressure relapses or other things on the orders of Handika.

"I'm sorry Mama. It must have been a red Mbak cheek due to a five-finger stamp from Mama," said Faizan heartily saw his soulmate's cheeks appear flushed due to a slap from his stepmother.

"It's nothing, Deck. You take it easy, I understand the condition of Mama. It must be sad to lose Mas Handika so easily carried away by emotions," said Aisha softly while looking down.

In that silence and awkwardness there was suddenly a doctor calling Aisha.

"Madam Aisha," called the doctor to step over to Faizan and Aisha's seat.

Both of them stood up and looked at the doctor. Aisha remembered this doctor who had previously handled Handika, her husband.

"Yes Dok," Aisha answered him softly.

"Sorry before, there is something important that I want to tell Mrs Aisha. But before, was Mr Handika's brother, Mr Faizan Atmajaya, present at the hospital or on his way?" ask the doctor.

"I'm Faizan, Doc. What's up, Doc?" faizan asked seriously.

"Please follow me to the other room. Because this is very important and personal," said the doctor.

Degs...

"What's wrong?" inner Faizan rumbled.

"God, what is this problem? Strengthen the servant, O Lord," Aisha's mind was mingled with anxiety.

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