THE ABANDONED WIFE
FATIMAH

7 Years later

Nothing is impossible in this world if Allah wills.Buktinya the girl who is now walking cheerfully is still alive.Bertahan from the womb of the mother, even though at that time her mother was struggling between life and death .

Yeah, that time Hanna was in a coma for ten days .

Hanna smiled little seeing her girl grow up well, though not with her father's affection.

the girl seemed to give her own strength to walk the path of her life .

"Rabbi thank you for trusting me" Hanna said, but the clear jewel escaped in her eyes .He was so grateful that God had given him the confidence to have it .

"oh.yeah.yes

why are you crying again?"

said Fatimah pouted while patting her eel, then stepped over to the lazy mother

Hanna smiled.His daughter was very fussy when she found out she was crying .

"Mother is just a lick of affection" Hanna said as she wiped away the remains of the tears in her eyes.

"Is lying not the sin of the mother, is it not the mother who often remembers not to lie to me ?"

The little girl seemed annoyed by the answer her mother often said .

"Mother is just happy to have a daughter like you!" Honestly Hanna while rubbing her daughter's hair .

"True mother, I am also very grateful to have a mother like you!"Fatimah kisses her mother's cheek gently, success makes Hanna back shed her tears.

"Mother, I want to meet father" the girl's eyes glazed over, looking at Hanna with clinging.The words were not once spoken twice

Hanna's heart grimaced with pain when she heard the statement of her only puppet princess. He did not know what to say to answer his daughter's words .

"So cruel this is me, already six years Fatimah was born, but never met her father "inner Hanna regret .

"I'm sorry dear mother, but I believe you'll meet your father someday"

Mira cries while hugging her daughter .

"mother what question I have hurt your heart, forgive me mother!"

"you're innocent, baby"

Hanna held onto those two tiny arms while staring at her.

"Are you ready to start your new day?" Hanna said as she looked at the eyes of her daughter who had now been wearing the red and white uniform.

"Of course mother, I just need do'a and support from you" Fatimah nodded

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"hopefully your day is pleasant, mother goes yes dear .. you take good care of yourself."Hanna smiled as she stroked her daughter's hair.

"So, how will I go home by myself?"

Fatimah looked at her mother seriously, actually it was her first day coming to her school.

"Of course not dear, you will be picked up after your study time is over"Hanna said with a smile showing her dimple , yes . That face is always smiling .

"Ah, alright .mom be careful huh

I love my mother" said Fatimah sincerely

then hugged his mother

"Mother is also dear, yes, mother has gone yes .!!"

"Dah"

Fatimah waved her hand when she saw her mother in the car.

Fatimah looked at the car that had just been on board her mother was sad.If only she could, she would have asked her mother not to go .

He walked languidly through the grass that was still wet with morning dew .Occasionally his breath he set to reduce the tension in his heart .

He looked around him, looking at one by one the families who delivered his daughter's son on their first day of school. There was pain sneaking in his heart .

deg..

Fatimah's gaze then stopped when she saw a girl her age with a man in glasses .

He also saw women with menor makeup using syar'i rubbing - ngusap his puri head.

"Dad.. "

His words are clear .

His heart was torn, a soul that was always angry when he saw his mother crying, now understand what his mother had been feeling .Not felt ,the clear eye fell on his eye fertilizer .his age burulah stepped on six years.

However, who would have thought the pain in the heart could greet a girl his age anyway .

He wiped away his tears, trying to give strength to his fragile heart.

However, his efforts failed when the tears were back slid on his cheeks .

Fatimah walked slowly to them, her eyes hurt but she was so curious about what her father would do.

"you must be a smart child, baby, you must be a daughter that you can be proud of later ."vaguely the voice of his encouraging father.

"yes father"the girl nodded .

"one more, you can't be naughty well here"

Alvin said as he rubbed his cheeks softly

"Dad don't overdo it, our girl is a good girl" the woman said as she stroked her husband's back .

"This is what you feel, now I understand you."

Fatimah clutched her chest, trying to endure the pain until the uniform she was wearing looked crumpled .

"is that girl my sister?"batin Fatimah said

"Hey, come on..!!"Alvin instituted his hand-wringing, such as gesturing for Fatimah to approach him.

alvin's smile expanded when he saw Fatimah walking slowly towards him.

"Assalamualaikum" That's the first education Hanna applied to her daughter, say hello first before greeting.

"waalaikumsalam"the wife's husband replied to him .

"Why are you crying, baby?" Alvin aligned his body, then erased Fatimah's soft tears.

"Ti, not om ,Fatimah is just a slip"

Fatimah rubbed her eyes trying not to cry .

Alvin smiled when he heard the reason for the girl who was now standing before him .

"his eyes want to check?"

"I'm fine thanks"

Fatimah shakes .

"Sorry om, aunt Fatimah hunt

Fatimah go yes .. "

Fatimah turned her body running while crying .

while Alvin looks to link his brow confused, with the attitude of the little girl who just called him .

"My father is your daughter,

I want to hug you dad, intermittently

just bebebtar"

"My mother's chest hurts mommy, I beg you to hug me" Fatimah's body slumped in the classroom that just entered her .

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