Sharing Love: It Turns Out I'm an Actor
Little angel

At the residence of Mr. Riswan's house, those who are happy with the presence of his grandson also intend to hold a celebration by inviting local residents and close family.

Sarah disagrees, however. He did not want anyone to pass on the good news to Miko's family. Although the distance is far, but the news can fly as fast as lightning with just a matter of seconds through social media.

"But, Sar. Don't you look like your son? She must be in the kekah (aqiqoh), you also have a whistle (a ritual of hand washing and seven-piece flower bath for women after giving birth, usually after 40 days), and you will have a baby shower, moreover, there is no mithoni event (seven monthly). Means now there must be thanksgiving," said the mother who holds strong custom of Jawaanya.

"Mom, you don't have to. But if we can, we hold it as a form of gratitude. No, no, papa" said Mr. Riswan.

"Lah .. The father is still yo, even support the Sarah. Yo wes, karepe mr. wae wis lah (yes already, it's up to the father)," complained Miss Riswan.

"Mom, sorry. It's not that I don't want to talk to Mom for any reason. But, I just don't want my lies about this kid to be discovered. I don't want to share with my son, Mom," said Sarah trying to give understanding to her mother.

Miss Riswan also softened. He rubbed the top of Sarah's head, then switched to rubbing the crown of his grandson.

"Why your fate should be like this. This should be good news. But instead it was hidden," said Bu Riswan who sounded sad.

"Patience, Mom. Everything has wisdom in it. Importantly, we just live everything as it is today" Mr. Riswan's message strengthened his wife who returned to tears.

"Let's go, sir," said Ms. Riswan.

They also decided to remain silent.

The family then held an aqiqah event with only being attended by Mr. Riswan, Ms. Riswan, Tino, Maya, Sarah, and some workers in the house, who were there, added to the presence of an ustadz who imitated the event. Not to forget also, Fadil who was present there, at the invitation of Mr. Riswan.

Actually, Sarah was a bit uncomfortable with the attitude of her parents who were so close to the doctor, considering if she had not officially separated, while the status of the man who was a widower.

Sarah does not want any misunderstanding between them, or it may have happened to her parents, about the relationship between her and the doctor.

"Ehm .. Mas, I'm sorry that you've taken a long way here. Shouldn't be, you don't have to maxain that" said Sarah after the ceremony.

Workers were busy handing out boxed rice that had been prepared to be given to the neighbors, citing small thanks for Sarah's return home.

Sad indeed when their child's household ran aground at an age that is still as long as corn. However, this was the best, rather than Sarah continuing to live under the pressure of the sneers of society who looked despicablely at her.

Sarah and Doctor Fadil walk towards the back garden, where there is a small pond surrounded by manicured wildflowers. There are also two park benches commonly used by the Pak Riswan family to relax with other family members.

"Sit, Doc," cried Sarah.

They also sit. Fadil chose to sit on a different bench to the one Sarah sat on, to keep others' view of their relationship.

Sarah also felt comfortable over the treatment of Fadil, who could always bring himself, because he could always keep his attitude.

"I'm very grateful for all the help Mas Fadil gave me and my son. I don't know if at that time Mas and Ms. Lydia didn't want to follow my request, maybe I'm still stuck with a marriage full of wounds" said Sarah.

"I admit I'm selfish. I'm just thinking about myself. How can I and my son escape the shadow of the Miko family. But, I just want to return everything to its place as it was before" he continued.

Fadil was still listening to Sarah's words, as his eyes ran in pursuit of the agile fish swimming in the pond.

"But there is one thing that makes me curious. Whose baby is that, Mas?" ask Sarah.

The woman finally turned her head, and looked at the face of the doctor who had saved her as well as the son.

"Sometimes, one's unlucky fate can be good luck to others at the same time." Fadil turned his head towards Sarah who had looked at him first.

The woman furrowed her brows, and tried to understand what the man beside her meant.

Fadil looked back to turn his face, and looked at the fish that had been joking with others among the moss and algae that also live in the pond.

"He was just a poor baby, whose story had to be dashed before he could even see the world clearly, hearing his mother call his name, maybe even he had not been given a name." Fadil seemed to be breathing heavily.

It is seen if the circumference of his eyes reddened due to the sadness that spread in his heart, when remembering the fate of the baby who was mistaken for Miko's dead child.

"However, the poor baby did not know, if his departure even became a blessing to others. Freeing souls constrained by social atrocities. Maybe from now on, you can celebrate your son's birthday, as the little angel's birthday as well, so that he doesn't feel like he's in vain, although we all know that His creation is nothing in vain" continued Fadil.

The man tried to hold tightness in his chest while remembering how the poor baby was found.

It lies in the trash, with no cloth or base to protect its fragile skin. What a cruel act of man. Eliminating disgrace at the expense of innocent little lives, who don't even know anything.

They do not know if his presence is a gift, where many couples who really want it, but have not been given trust.

Sarah also felt pain in her heart, when she imagined how unfortunate the little baby was. Either he was dead or even alive when he was abandoned, which is clear he was completely innocent, and should not have had such a cruel speed from his parents.

Without feeling, the tears that pooled in his eye pelukur shed. Even a small sound was heard. Fadil could only lean his back on the back of the park bench, and raise his head up, to ward off his tears that were almost spilled.

He looked at the corner of his eye, so that the flow did not flow any further. His breath felt heavy, as the tightness in his chest grew more and more v*s his heart.

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